Page 24 of Brutal Queen

I cock my head to the side as I think about it. “Er, lying down, I guess.”

“Lie down,” she commands. I shuffle myself back down and start to move my hand to my waistband, ready to shuck down my sweats. “Uh-uh-uh,” she interrupts, gripping my wrist. “Don’t spoil my fun. I want to unwrap my present.”

I can’t stifle the sound that leaves me. Half moan, half whimper.

Aurora fucking Bianchi is stripping me naked.

It’s becoming harder and harder to hold myself back with every brush of her body against mine as she moves. The way her hair rakes across my chest. How her breath dances across my thighs as she leans over and drags my sweats down.

“How obedient can you be, Enzo? You’re a master of denying yourself everything, but can you obey me and not touch me?”

“I can try.” My voice trembles, revealing how hard it will be to keep my hands off her.

As she reaches my ankles, she hooks her fingers in my socks, pulling them off too, leaving me completely naked. Kneeling at my feet, she takes her time, her eyesroving over my body, as if she’s inspecting her prize, and it sends a flurry of nervous energy barrelling through me. I swallow hard, trying to dampen my nerves. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m terrified that I’m not the man I was before.

“We’re going to have to find a way to switch that brain of yours off, Enzo,” she murmurs, obviously noticing the moment my mood shifts.

She slowly wraps her hand around my throat. A sense of contentment settles in my chest as her fingers gently press against my neck. I lift my chin and arch into her touch.

“You like that, don’t you? Look how eager your body is to submit to me when you stop letting your head get in the way of our pleasure,mio re.”

I’m nodding again because my ability to speak has vanished. Along with all my worries. I stare into the deep green eyes holding me captive and giving me my first sense of peace for longer than I can remember. When she looks at me like this, I have no other responsibilities other than to obey. No problems to solve, no one to protect, no burden to carry. There’s no sacrifice to make other than that of my body to hers.

I can see all manner of emotions burning within her. Her hips are swaying, wiggling like she can’t hold herself back much longer. As if she’s about to pounce.

And she does.

Our tongues clash as our bodies meld into each other. The sensation of having her pressed against me short-circuits my brain and I’m nothing but feral grunts and desperate need.

“Please,mia guerrierotta,please let me touch you. I need to hold you. I need to know this is real,” I beg, my voice frantic. “I dreamed of coming home to you every minute I was away. It’s the only thing that kept me going.”

Aurora’s eyes flare and I see her acknowledgement of everything I’ve been through, how our pain and our scarsmirror each others, but there is also a look of understanding and I know that she will give me everything I need. She will take my pain and reward me with pleasure.

“Such a good fucking boy, asking me for permission,” she says, a sultry smile dancing across her features as she sits back on her haunches and snakes her hips against mine.

I moan and flex against the grip she still has on my throat. Restrained by only her will. If I wanted to, I could move my hands, but there’s an exquisite pleasure found in her denial.

She brings her lips to the shell of my ear. “I want your tongue on my clit and your fingers fucking me, while I hold on to the headboard and ride your face.”

“Fuck, yes.Ti prego, lasciati divorare,Don Bianchi.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

AURORA

Holy fucking hell.Ti prego, lasciati divorare. ‘I’m begging you. Let me devour you’. I may have unlocked Enzo’s inner submissive, but every word out of his mouth is sending me to a place I’ve never been before. One where I control every second of his pleasure and he trusts me with his safety. He’s coaxing a burning need to protect what I love to the surface and allowing me the freedom to dominate him.

It’s intoxicating and thrilling, yet grounding. There’s a weight to that privilege I feel honoured to shoulder.

I feel so close to Enzo right now, but it also makes me feel closer to them all, getting to experience the same pleasure Sin, Nico, and Benny get from exerting their control over me.

I’m careful to avoid resting any weight on his shoulder, gripping the top of the headboard before I lower myself. He starts to say something, but I silence him byswiftly finishing my descent and presenting my now throbbing clit to his mouth.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I say with a half-giggle, half-moan as his tongue teases me in slow circles. “If you need to stop for any reason, tap my thigh.”

I’m lost to the sensations, drunk on the feeling of empowerment I get from taking my pleasure from Enzo in this way. Spurred on by the near obscene, guttural noises he’s making as his tongue ravishes me. His fingers dust up my outer thigh, gripping my ass firmly before trailing down and sliding through my folds. They work in tandem with his tongue, making me lose control and ride him harder.

He breeches my entrance, sliding his two middle fingers into me to the last knuckle. I roll my hips, enjoying the stretch until I throw my head back and cry out. My orgasm isn’t sneaking up on me, it’s ever-present and ready to crest at the slightest change in rhythm or pressure.

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