Page 62 of Merciless Queen
She was grinding her naked pussy against me, her skin becoming a pale pink color, and it was addicting. As I was aboutto lay her across my desk and feast on her sweet pussy, my door slammed open, and Harlow gasped.
“Boss,” Malachi interrupted. Harlow buried her face into the nape of my neck.
I glared at my second in command, gripping Harlow’s pert ass. “If you don’t have a good reason for interrupting me, I will stab you in the dick for pussy-blocking me.”
“This was delivered with your name on it. It’s a video.”
“Play it.”
He slipped the video into the DVD player and hit play. We waited a second before we heard moaning and grunting. Harlow whipped around, her entire body stiffening. As the video slowly faded to view, Harlow gasped. “No...”
Harlow was in Vincenzo’s bed on her hands and knees. He was behind her, thrusting into her hard, raping her.“That’s my good whore. Say it. Tell me you like it.”
The sound of skin on skin mixed with her present sobbing. My fists were clenched against the armrests of the chair. I wanted to punch something, but I couldn’t get angry, not when there was a sobbing Harlow in my lap needing comfort only I could provide her with.
Vincenzo wrapped his hand around her hair, tugging her hair back, making her scream out. “I-I like it.” He tugged her hair again. “I-I’m y-your good whore, D-Daddy.” Vincenzo made Harlow come, and she screamed in pleasure and agony. The video ended, and in red letters was:
Enjoy my whore…I’m coming for her.
I pulled Harlow into me further as she sobbed into my neck, her body shaking with every ragged breath she took. “Flag everything sent to me and give it to Luca. Now get the fuck out.”
“It’ll never end!” she sobbed. “How can you touch me when you just watched that? I’m a whore. I’ll always be a whore.”
CHAPTER 49
Harlow
“You aren’t a whore.”
I scoffed, jumping off of Caterina’s lap. “Please. Vincenzo. All of his men and who knows how many random men have all used me for their own pleasure. I lost count of all the men.”
“I already told you. Those men raped you. Even if you slept with people you chose and the count was high, it doesn’t fucking matter.”
“I’m a whore, Caterina. It’s all I’ll ever fucking be.”
She growled, grabbing me by my throat and slamming me against the wall. Her grip wasn’t constricting enough to kill me, but it was enough to force me to focus on my breathing. Her knee spread me before she nuzzled between my thighs, friction rubbing my most sensitive areas. The look in her eyes was angry, filled with hellfire and rage—at me. I never saw her like this before, not even when she trapped me in her basement like a lunatic.
“Cater—”
“Shut up.” She pressed firmly. “If you want to be a whore so fucking bad, you’ll be mine. No one else’s.”
She hiked my leg up over her hip and used her free hand to slip under my t-shirt, exposing my nude bottom half. Caterina cupped my bare pussy and growled in my ear. I should’ve been terrified. I should’ve been fighting her, but the ferocity in her green eyes made my knees weak.
Goosebumps kissed my heated skin as anticipation grew in my belly. “Spread your legs for me like a good little whore.”
I whimpered and followed her orders, spreading my legs as much as I could. She removed her hand from my throat and held my leg over her hip as she plunged two fingers deep inside me. Before I could gasp or scream, she crashed her lips down on mine. It was an all-consuming kiss, no gentleness, no love. She was kissing me like she wanted to possess me. This was nothing like the soft, intimate kisses we’d shared before.
How the hell was she so talented to kiss me until I was barely breathing while fucking my pussy with her fingers? My head was spinning a mile a minute with everything going on.
She ripped her lips away from me for a moment, and I whimpered and moaned. The sound that came from my throat was like nothing I'd heard before. “Cater—” I moaned as her fingers curled inside me. My entire body felt like it was going to combust.
Why was I allowing her to do this to me? Why did I like this?
“If you want me to stop, you have the power.” I didn’t want her to stop. Why didn’t I want her to stop? Why did I like this? All I could do was nod like a fool. My words were trapped in my throat.
She smirked. Shefucking smirkedas she ran her finger down my face. In one swift movement, my body moved from the wall to my stomach across her desk. Papers and pens flew across the room. She pushed up my t-shirt, exposing my bare ass and smacking me hard. I gasped, trying to move, but she was holding my back with her forearms.
Why was she so strong? And why did I not want to fight her?
