Page 68 of Queen of Madness

I shove to my feet and place her back on the desk, and this time, position her feet around my waist. She leans back, her hands finding the edge to keep her steady as I deliver long, hard strokes.

It gives me a moment to admire her beauty and power. Her suit jacket thrashing at her side, her corset barely holding in her bouncing breasts, and the red mark still vibrant against her skin.

My hand finds her jaw, my thumb stroking over the residual blood still on her mouth. I spread it over her lips, and down to the column of her throat where I grip, squeezing tight enough she strains for her next breath. Her moans only grow louder.

“Say it,” I growl.

She manages to shake her head despite my tight hold.

I let go, dropping my hand to the place I know she wants it. But instead of what she expects, I pinch her clit. “Say it.”

“Fuck you!” she snaps, her body pulsing around me. She’s so fucking close, and I’m running out of time myself. She feels too fucking good, and she knows it.

I pull out with a wet pop and slap her swollen lips.

The sound that comes out is somewhere between a scream and groan, sending my blood soaring.

I plunge back in, slamming into her before drawing back out. Another slap. Her eyes are wild, her mouth parting open as she struggles with what to say. How to feel. But she needs to understand.

“This is your kingdom, there’s no disputing that.” Again. In. Out. Slap. “But when we’re here, like this.” Again. “This tight little pussy is mine, and I’ll fuck it however I please.”

Her dark fan of lashes flutter slowly, the look of a challenge blooming on her face. But she can’t hide the fact her legs are quivering beside me.

I can’t help but grin. She wants control, but I want it more.

This time I keep myself inside her and use my thumb to circle her tender nerves. She moans loudly, filling the space with her impending ecstasy, her eyes closing as her head falls back.

“Eyes on me,Boss.” I grab her jaw, forcing her gaze back down.

Onyx’s jaw clenches but she can’t hold back anymore.

After another long, painfully hard stroke, I give her a command. “I want to feel you clench around me. Come.Now.”

Another pass over her nerves and she combusts, shuddering and shaking as the orgasm rips through her. I keep my hands in place, continuing to stroke inside her to prolong the end, my own release sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

I yank her flush against me, claiming her mouth as I spill everything into her. When I come down, I don’t let go, but instead keep my lips pressed against hers, rubbing her hips where I know bruises will later form.

It’s intimate as hell, but after something so rough, I feel this visceral need to show her I care.

And I do care.

Fuck.

Ican’t get out.

I don’t understand. I’ve run the mazes in our garden every day in my youth. Why can’t I find my way out?

My heart beats erratically in my chest, while my lungs burn for air.

Faster.

Around this bush. A left at the next. It’s so sunny outside yet I can’t see anything. There’re only the white roses. Where are the red? Where is everyone?

“It was your personal guard. The one that sleeps mere feet in front of your room every night. The one that was supposed to guard and protect you.”

The voice I’ve committed to memory calls out, stopping my blood and feet at the same time. Instead of the panic that once overwhelmed me, fury and death take over. I’m ready to kill him. To skin him inch by inch until not even the reaper wants what I leave behind.

Another corner.

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