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“I just wanted you to know,” I say, leaning forward, “I’m looking forward to seeing you in limbo. I’ve already put a bounty on your head for my children. A price bigger than catching Aya Bailey. I want your head delivered to me while I’m sitting on my throne.”

Alexis laughs at that. “Dumb bitch, you are a doorway to limbo. Don’t get beside yourself.”

I grin wickedly at her. “Oh, how little you know about the Blackwood witches. Which is good because it keeps us one step ahead of the game. I am the Queen of Limbo, Guardian of Realms, Mother of Spiders, and Queen of Medina Shadow Coven.”

Alexis stiffens, suddenly quiet. The wine glass in her hand tilts dangerously, a drop of red spilling onto her pristine white sheets. I see it in her eyes—the first flicker of genuine fear, quickly masked but unmistakable. For all her power in the human world, for all her corporate might and scientific knowledge, she knows nothing of the realms beyond. Nothing of the powers that have awakened in me.

“And I don’t age, nor do I need dark magic for immortality,” I say, my confidence growing with every word. A soft pink glow begins to gather at my fingertips, strands of magical web silk weaving between them—and I make no attempt to hide it. Let her see. Let her realize exactly what she’s up against. “You will die eventually, and I’ll go as far as to speak with Satan himself to trap you in limbo. You messed with the wrong bitch.”

She swallows hard, then forces a laugh and sips her wine, but her hand trembles slightly. The calculated facade is cracking. “You have a good poker face. But you’re still giving away a little insecurity.”

“I have eternity for that to pass.” The words rise from a place buried deep within me, drawn from the ancient power that has slumbered in my blood for centuries. I feel the shift as my eyeschange, the pink silk of my magic weaving into view. She sees it—I’m sure of it—because she flinches, just slightly, on the other side of the camera.

“What—” she begins, but cuts herself off.

Suddenly, Amari’s hand comes around me from behind, fingers dipping into my shirt and squeezing my breast. I moan and throw my head back.

“What are you doing, my queen?” he whispers in my ear. “Are you playing with our children’s food?”

I meet his eyes, and he leans in from behind me, pressing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss right in front of the screen. When he pulls away, he looks at the screen and flashes Alexis a smug smile.

“Medina Corp will be in touch soon, Alexis. This is after hours. I have some business to settle with my queen. Have a good night.”

I grin wickedly at her as Amari ends the video chat. He stands upright and looks down at me.

“Naughty girl,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

I bite my lip, looking up at him seductively.

“Get upstairs,” he commands. “I want you on your knees with your ass in the air. I’m fucking you hard before you claim me.”

I stand up from the chair, my breasts brushing against him as I move past. Excitement and lust pool between my legs as I do as I’m commanded, biting my lip and running up the stairs.

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Amari

Iturn off my iMac, chuckling to myself as I watch Alexis’s stunned face disappear from the screen. Carla broke into my computer—not that I’m surprised. With such an obvious password, it was only a matter of time. My obsession with her is painfully transparent, but I don’t care. I have nothing to hide from her. Not anymore.

The look on Alexis’s face when Carla claimed her titles—Queen of Limbo, Guardian of Realms, Mother of Spiders—was worth every second. The fear in her eyes, however briefly it flashed before she masked it, told me everything. Alexis now understands what she’s up against, and it’s not the frightened woman she thought she knew.

I make my way up the stairs, each step unhurried. I know exactly what awaits me, and I want to savor this moment, commit every detail to memory. My dick is already hard just thinking about her.

When I reach the bedroom doorway, I pause, just watching. Carla is positioned exactly as I commanded—on her knees, assin the air, face pressed against the sheets. She’s already removed her panties, leaving herself exposed and vulnerable for me. The sight steals my breath.

Her ass is perfect—round and firm, the soft brown skin glowing. The arch of her back, the way her hair spills across the sheets, the slight tremble in her thighs as she waits for me—it’s all too beautiful for words.

“Look at you,” I say, my voice low and rough. “So perfect. So ready for me.”

She shifts slightly, glancing back at me with those green eyes that have haunted me since the moment I first saw her. The way she played with Alexis, showing that darker side of herself—it awakened something primal in me. Something I’ve kept carefully controlled until now.

“We’re going to have so much fun as a mated couple,” I tell her, finally entering the room. I strip off my tank top and sweatpants, watching her eyes widen as I reveal myself, completely naked and ready for her.

I walk over to the bed, letting my hands smooth over her perfect ass. She shivers at my touch, goosebumps rising on her skin. I spread her ass cheeks wide, admiring the sight of her most intimate places, before leaning down and breathing in her scent. She’s already wet for me.

Without warning, I push my face against her, my tongue tracing from her clit to her ass in one long, slow lick. She gasps, her legs going wobbly beneath her, but I grip her hips firmly, urging her to back her ass into my face.

“Oh god, Amari,” she moans, her voice muffled by the sheets.

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