Page 23 of Brutal Queen

“Doesn’t the Bianchi don have more important things to do than volunteering for babysitting duty?” I joke, but I don’t quite manage to sound as light-hearted as I’d like. I hate that I’m her weakest link right now when I should be her strongest line of defence.

“I have the day off,” Aurora says with a broad smile. “There have to be some perks to being the boss.”

“Where’s everyone else?”

“The security detail is outside, and Sin, Nico, and Benny are following up on a lead they discovered last night. It’s just us today.” She rises from the oversized armchair before lowering herself onto the foot of the bed and crawling towards me. My entire body comes alive under her gaze.

Being so much taller than most people, I rarely feel like I’m the prey in any situation. However, right now I feel like I’m entirely at her mercy as she slinks towards me. She settles herself, straddling my lap and capturing my face in her hands. There’s something about the way her fingertips dance across my skin that captivates me. It’s like I’m under her spell, ready to dance to whatever tune she plays.

It’s a blissful state where I don’t have to be in control. The responsibilities that weigh me down float away into the ether. We have a connection—she knows what I need, and instinctively provides it.

She is my solace.

I close my eyes and feel the warmth of her breath across my lips a moment before she presses them against mine. Gentle at first. Teasing, encouraging me to let her in. Her tongue twines with mine, sending heat burning through me, straight to my cock. She rocks against me, and I can’t tell whether she whimpers first or I growl. Either way, we both seem to have lost the ability to use our words, and neither one of us seems to want to come up for air.

It’s heaven to simply be able to hold each other. Her hands roam across my body and end with her dragging her nails through my hair, tugging to tilt my head so she can explore me from every angle.

She’s careful to avoid my left shoulder. While there’s no more metal framework, I still have a few dressings from the most recent surgery. Most days I feel a bone-deep ache where my arm and shoulder are healing, but I barely register anylingering pain from the abdominal incisions. In all honesty, nothing I experienced in the hospital will ever compare to those weeks at Max’s mercy.

The memory makes me flinch and pulls me out of the moment.

“Where did you go,mio re? How can I bring you back to me?” she whispers in my ear, never letting go of her grip on my hair.

“Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, Aurora,” I mutter, fighting against the barrage of images my memory is hurling at me. “If you want me, take me. Don’t treat me with kid gloves.”

She pulls me forward, away from the headboard and wrenches my head back, rising on her knees, forcing my eyes to hers, which sets my heart racing. My pulse throbs in my throat under the strain of her grip. “You want me to take what’s mine, Enzo? I’ve waited so long for you. Are you sure you’re ready to be owned by me? Because that’s what you are. You’re fucking mine.”

“Entirely yours,” I say between heavy breaths. “All of me.”

This time when she kisses me, I feel like she’s conquering me on a cellular level. She’s aggressive and powerful and I’ve never been more turned on in my life. My cock is rock hard and only getting harder as her hips rock against me. She breaks our kiss and I curse in frustration. Her fingers run under the hem of my shirt and she starts to pull it up. I felt ridiculous when I left the hospital in a racer-back tank, but it was the only shirt I could get on myself with my shoulder.

She tosses it to the floor and then steps off the bed. I make a move to follow her and she stops me dead in my tracks, laying a hand in the centre of my chest and scratching gently against my chest hair before pushing me back against the headboard.

“You are going to stay where you are and be patient,” she croons. “Only good boys get rewarded, Enzo.”

Her words are everything I didn’t know I needed to hear.

She peels her hoodie over her head, revealing that she’s braless underneath. I bite my bottom lip and do my best to control the instinct to jump off this bed and rip the rest of her clothes from her body, because I don’t want to risk making a move that will stop whatever is happening here. I’ll do whatever she wants. I’ll be her good boy.

“How long have you wanted me, Enzo? Wanted to be mine?” she asks, almost purring as she brings her hand up to the gentle slope of her neck before tracing it between the valley of her breasts. My eyes follow the trail of her fingertips and I can tell how much my gaze turns her on by the rosy flush it triggers in its wake. Her nipples peak and sway gently, as she bends, hooking her thumbs into her sweats and pulling them down. There’s something indescribably sexy about how her hips rock from side to side as she lifts each leg to step out of them.

“Honestly?” I ask.

“I always want your honesty.”

“The first time your lips touched mine, I wanted nothing more than to surrender myself entirely to you.”

“Interesting choice of words, Zo. There’s something about the idea of having my most fierce protector surrender to me that makes my heart pound and pussy clench.”

“Holy fuck,” I grind out, balling my fists, ridiculously aroused at the thought of being controlled by someone I love and trust so implicitly.

I feel like I’ve slipped into a lucid dream, where every fantasy I’ve ever had about her has been conjured before me. From the delicate flare of her hip where she stands with one hand on her cocked hip, to the heave of her breasts every inchof her is perfection. I smile when I notice she’s lost in thought while her eyes rove along the planes of my chest.

I’m still fit and obviously toned, but I lost some of my muscle mass in the last eight weeks, and until my shoulder is healed, it’ll be a while before I’m fighting fit. That doesn’t seem to be altering Aurora’s opinion of me if the way she’s devouring me with her eyes is anything to go by.

I fucking love that inspecting what’s ‘hers’ pleases her.Fuck, why is that thought so hot?

“You’re wearing too many clothes,mio re,”she says and I nod a little too eagerly. “Are you more comfortable sitting, or lying down?”

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