Page 110 of Unforgiving Queen
Without a moment’s hesitation, I rammed my knee into him. Much to my dismay, he caught my leg, his grip firm on my thigh.
I needed this to end before I came out of it even more broken.
His palm caressed gently, lovingly even. He looked at me like he—
No, it was all a lie. He was just a jealous prick. His fingers thrust inside me and a moan bubbled in my throat, but I quickly swallowed it. I was completely at his mercy. His knuckles brushed against my clit and my hips arched off the bed as he fucked me with his fingers.
It felt so hot. So erotic. He thrust faster, harder. The buildup threatened to erupt and pull me under.
“Stop it, please,” I cried out, all the while pressing into his palm.
Sweat coated my skin, shudders rolled down my body, and my nipples ached. I hadn’t been this turned on since our last time together and my body was at its limit, screaming for release.
I hated that I was completely at his mercy.
Amon’s stony expression met mine as he teased my clit with his fingers, the scent of my arousal filling the room.
“Just answer my question, Reina, and I’ll make you come.”
My breaths came in harder and my skin flushed a deeper red, heating every inch of me while my hips involuntarily jerked.
“Fuck. Off,” I gritted.
“I’d much rather fuck you,” he growled. “But if you fight me, I’ll just play with you. I’ll edge you to the peak but never let you reach it. Not until you give me what I want.”
And then he did exactly that.
As exhaustion started to slowly pull me under, Amon kissed the top of my head.
“It’s you and me against the world, cinnamon girl.”
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It nearly destroyed me not to give in.
My cock strained against my pants, demanding to be inside her. I didn’t want to do something I’d regret for the rest of my life.
So when she dozed off, I took it as a blessing in disguise, because I knew I wouldn’t have been able to resist her much longer. I untied her wrists, pulled the covers over her naked body, and then made my way to the bathroom with controlled steps. I needed a cold shower. It was the only thing that would fix this raging hard-on. I couldn’t jerk off though. Not while I denied my cinnamon girl her pleasure.
After my freezing shower, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, the flames burning inside me still present. The man who stared back was different to the one who’d taken her on a carousel ride and danced with her under a lantern-filled sky. I was angrier, full of fucked-up energy and rage so pent up that I could level a continent.
Only the woman on the other side of the door had the ability to ease this anger, and she didn’t want anything to do with me.
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a white T-shirt, then headed back into the suite.
Reina lay in the middle on top of her shredded dress, her naked skin flushed with arousal. She was in a deep, slumbering sleep, her mouth slightly parted as her chest rose and fell.
I didn’t expect her to be so stubborn, refusing to budge. Not even a little. Maybe it was a new side of her, or it was there all along but I never got to see it.
I climbed into bed and wrapped my arm around her still form. I tried to fall asleep, but my brain refused to shut off. So did my cock, pulsing harder.
A low groan rose in my throat, stirring Reina, and I inwardly cursed myself.
“Shhh,” I murmured softly, and my chest tightened when she burrowed into me with a soft sigh.
Suddenly, everything seemed to be right with the world.
