Page 35 of Queen of Madness

This time, she reacts, and leaning backward, her head falls to the side for a moment as she soaks in the bite of pleasure I know she feels. My gaze trails up her body and finds her nipples through her dress. Panties discarded, I grab the torn dress and yank it apart, causing the fabric to tear down the center all the way to her throat.

Besides a delicate gold chain hanging from her neck and looping around her ribs, she wears nothing else to hide her pert nipples. My tongue darts out to combat the dryness on my lips, but the urge to run it along the metal beads hugging her peaks is strong.

Leaning forward, my hands find the curve of her soft waist, but as my mouth nears her chest, she snakes a hand through my hair and pushes down. It isn’t forceful, but a silent command, nonetheless. This makes my blood pressure soar, coursing through my ears so loud I can hear nothing but the rapid beat of my own heart.

I want to rip her apart. Piece by fucking piece. I want to devour her cunt in a way she’s never had before, driving her mad until she’s grabbing on to anything her hands can reach to steady her as her body unravels. No, better yet, I want to take her to the edge of what she thinks she’s capable of. To the brink of her sanity until she’s sobbing from the stimulation, begging for release.

I need to hear her scream for me.

Letting her believe she’s in control, I lower my head until I’m lined up perfectly with her center. The faint scent of lemon reaches my nose first, but eager for her true smell, I press my nose into her, parting her lips slightly. The muscle in her thighs tense as I squeeze her sides, taking a deep inhale of her sex.

Holyfuck.

A groan rips from the back of my throat, the very real addiction to her soft musk already embedded in my mind. My hand slips from her hips and to the inside of her legs, just above her knees. I push them farther apart, kneeling between. Even on my knees, she’s at the perfect height, my mouth slightly below her warm core.

My eyes flash to hers and to my amusement, nothing besides her heavy-lidded gaze gives away what she’s feeling. It’s like a challenge. No, my fuckingmissionto break her mask into a thousand pieces. But why, I still haven’t figured out.

After another inhale, I lick lightly through her folds. Again, she tenses, but makes no movement, though I’m not sure she can with the tight grasp I have on her keeping her in place. Another pass and she grips my hair harder.

I see it before she makes the move, grabbing the discarded letter opener, and pressing the cold metal to the side of my throat. The act makes my painfully hard dick twitch, but I look up lazily, happy to see more of a fire in her gaze.

She’s unbelievably more beautiful from this angle. Her brows knit together, her chest heaving with the breaths she’s trying to steady, and her nipples drawn tight, aching to be touched. Still, she finds the words to tell me how much she wants more without saying it outright.

“A man caught up in the throes of passion is an easy man to kill.”

She applies pressure with the blade, forcing my face upward and allowing my nose to skim over her clit. I can tell she didn’t anticipate the possibility as her eyelashes flutter. Near desperate to see her have the reaction again, I opt for a non vocal response and apply more force with the long, languid lick of her slit with the flat of my tongue.

Her eyes flare, but it’s a fleeting tell that she quickly corrects, resuming her inspection of my mouth hovering over her pussy. She’s fighting giving in, and fuck if that doesn’t make my insides combust into flames.

I break the stare down and focus all my senses on the pretty sight in front of me. She’s glistening, her aroma calling to me while the soft flesh of her thighs meld to my touch, making me hungry for so much more. I need more.

My tongue goes to work, interchanging between swift licks and hard flicks. I keep all my efforts on her pussy until she starts to shift, the knife digging in my skin harder the longer I stay away from her clit.

I dive into her sweet core, licking along the edges of her walls. I refuse to move until she asks for it, so I keep up the same torturous pace—dipping in and out, in and out, up and down.

Onyx’s body begins to quiver, and at last, the knife falls from her hand, clattering to the marble floor as she threads her fingers into my hair to join the other. She tugs on the ends, bringing my mouth where she needs it. I break away slightly, loving the way she nearly rips the hair from my scalp at the loss of me. But instead of making any demands, she watches me, her cheeks now a delicious shade of pink.

I run my tongue over my top lip before letting the excess spit, mixed with her arousal, pool at the edge of my mouth until it falls, landing on her swollen bundle of nerves. She draws in a sharp breath, and for one moment, I see her.

It’s a moment of vulnerability, a moment of pure unbridled need and desperation. And that’s all it takes.

My hands leave her thighs. One travels up her back and yanks the tip of her ponytail, forcing her head back while the other swipes through her wet folds and curls inside her tight cunt. My teeth brush against her clit before taking a tentative nip.

The hiss that streams from Onyx’s teeth makes my dick throb but also spurs me on. Two digits move at a steady pace, exploring her walls until I find the spot that makes her clench around my hand. Once I find it, I continue to pet the spot while my tongue takes on a brutal pace over her clit. My lonely pinkie moves of its own accord and begins probing at the ring of tight muscle, stroking the edges until she jolts in my hand.

At long last, moans slip from her in a beautiful melody and her breath quickens as her façade falls to the wayside. One of the hands breaks from my hair and catches her breasts. I watch in annoyance as she tugs at her nipple, the very one I almost had in my mouth.

I jerk her ponytail harder, forcing her back to curve into a perfect rainbow as I continue my assault. Again, I bite, only this time it’s harder, and the small spike of pain is exactly what she needed.

Her body convulses as she comes, her thighs locking around my head as she attempts to rock her hips and force her pussy harder against my face. Only it’s an unnecessary move. I push into her, fucking her with my fingers in long, powerful strokes to prolong her orgasm.

“Kane.” It’s a whisper, but I hear it. It decorates her shivers and coats my insides with a song I know I’ll do fucking anything to hear again.

When her tremors subside, I release her, standing and backing away to take in the glorious glow. I thought she was striking before, but it has nothing on the aftermath of her being sated.

She straightens her spine slowly before lowering herself to the floor. She steadies on her heels and then ties the two ends of the tattered dress, covering my meal. I lick my lips, forcing myself not to groan at the taste.

Onyx takes two steps toward me, and just like the first time I met her in the office, she stops right in front of me, pressing my gun to my chest. “You found one rat. Now find any others so I can take their heads.”

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