Page 40 of His Queen

I do as told, but the blade digs deeper into my flesh as I inch forward, causing me to hiss. But he doesn’t pull it away. Instead, his eyes search mine, silently looking for a sign that I’m not okay with this. But I am. I am disturbingly yet utterly okay with whatever the fuck this is.

The moment I wrap my lips around his cock, he sucks air through his teeth and moans when I take him in fully. It’s electric and intense, tasting him on my tongue, licking his tip and sucking his shaft.

“Touch yourself,” he demands gruffly. “Play with your pussy while you suck my cock.”

I hiss when my fingers brush my clit, the bundle of nerves swollen and sensitive. I’m barely able to touch myself, already halfway to orgasm. My own desire to come urges me to suck him harder, faster.

“You better take it easy, Hummingbird,” he growls. “We don’t want this knife to slip because you were too eager to make me come.”

A long sigh escapes me when he grasps tightly onto strands of my hair to help guide me at an even pace. Slow, steady, deep. That’s the rhythm he wants from me. I can feel how taut he is, tension radiating off him as he struggles to keep control, and that fuels me to give him more pleasure because I want to see him unravel. I want to see his controlled tether snap and know it’s because of me—because of what I do to him. A sense of power courses through me even though I’m the one on my knees with a knife against my throat.

“Finger yourself.”

I push my shoulder downward, reaching my entrance and slipping a finger inside. My thighs quiver, my core at the edge of exploding into waves of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he growls, forcing himself so deep he hits the back of my throat and has me gagging around his cock, tears stinging my eyes. He pulls the blade away, and I find myself needing it back—needing its constant reminder of fear to keep this feverish moment alive. But I’m gasping for air, choking on his cock, his heavy pants and primal groans setting fire to my insides.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, but you better not swallow. Understood?”

I nod, a tear slipping down my cheek, and Nicoli now has both hands in my hair, hips pistoning as he fucks my mouth.

Cum shoots to the back of my throat, and I can hardly stop myself from swallowing. It’s too much, bursting out the corners of my lips when he abruptly pulls out and sinks to his knees in front of me, slamming his mouth against mine while forcing his hand between my legs, fingers clamping down my clit.

I’m moaning, trembling, his tongue sweeping against mine, kissing me while his cum is still in my mouth, licking and lapping around every corner, and my arousal reaches a new kind of intensity that’s threatening to tear me in half.

Cum spills from our kiss, and Nicoli rams two fingers inside my weeping cunt, as deep as he can, scissoring while fucking me, the sound of my drenched pussy being wrecked by his hand thrumming through my office. My hips rock, slamming against his palm as sensations build into a climax.

He breaks our kiss, ribbons of cum threaded between his lips and mine. “Come for me, Hummingbird,” he orders, thrusting those fingers deeper until I scream out my release, my body shaking into oblivion. Nicoli doesn’t stop finger fucking me until he’s satisfied he’s milked every last ounce of pleasure out of me.

I wince as he pulls his fingers from my pussy, then brushes hair from my face with his soaked fingers as I try to catch my breath.

I look up at him, reaching out and wiping at the cum smeared below his bottom lip. “I knew the two of us would be magic together,” I whimper. “But I never could have imagined it being this powerful.”

“We’ve loved each other all our lives, Mira. It was bound to be a force neither of us can withstand.” Nicoli pulls up my jeans, deftly fastening them with minimal effort, my chest swelling as my love for him consumes me.

“I love you,” he says, cupping my cheek. “But I need you to understand this. You’re going to withdraw from the Carrington-Winslow wedding.” His thumb brushes my lips. “Tell me you understand.”

My heart pounds. It’s in my nature to want to challenge him, but my instincts flare with warning, urging me not to. “I understand.”

“That’s my good girl.”

CHAPTERTHIRTEEN

NICOLI

“He’s hiding her.”

“Of course he is.” I watch as Caelian lights a cigarette. The flame springs up, and a soft hiss escapes the burning tobacco. The smoke is thick and pungent, curling up lazily in the air as it trickles from the corners of his mouth.

Caelian sits back in the chair, clutching the cigarette between two fingers. “Vera knows the rules, the consequences of her betrayal. If Nunzio wants to keep her, he knows he needs to hide her.”

All the girls know that once they become the property of the Dark Sovereign, there’s no leaving. The moment they accept our offer of security and protection along with a life where they want for nothing, there is no going back. There is no trading this life for another, which is made clear to them before making any decision. Living under our roof and in our world exposes them to inside intel. They know how we do business, and they hear the discussions of many. A betrayal by them means we risk having our trade secrets land in the hands of others—like Nunzio Ferrero. And with his intentions of starting his own adult clubs around town, we already know what damage he could do with the info Vera feeds him.

“I’m not surprised that Vera pulled this shit.” Caelian leans forward to tip his ash into the ceramic ashtray. “She always had a thing for you and Alexius. The Del Rossa twins with unicorn dicks.”

“Whatever, man.”

“I’m serious. Vera’s been sulking ever since you two decided to take the moral high ground by giving your dick exclusively to your wives. Why do you think I stopped fucking her?”

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