Page 25 of His Queen

I lift my eyes from his… er, assets and ask him, “What is it you’re going to do?”

He drags his messy black hair back and out of his face. “Our meeting last night. Something’s come up, and we decided it’s best that no one leaves the house for a while.”

I balk, leaving my jeans unzipped around my waist and slipping my nightgown over my head. “What?”

Nicoli’s eyes are glued to my breasts, and he licks his lips like my nipples just turned into petit fours he’s ready to devour. I shake my head, trying to bring him out of his lustful trance. “What do you mean no one leaves the house? For how long?”

“Not sure yet. But for now, everyone is to stay behind closed gates on this estate.”

“But I have a—” I stop short of blurting out my secret about the wedding project I’ve taken on and that I have an appointment with the bride this morning.

“You have a what?” Grooves form on his forehead as he frowns at me.

“It’s just that…um. You know.” I swipe my hair over my shoulder. “I wanted to go grocery shopping today for dinner.” Technically, it’s not a lie because I was playing around with the idea of stopping by the store to get some thingsafterI met with the bride.

“Grocery shopping?” Nicoli arches a brow. “You? Woman, I doubt you even know what the inside of a grocery store looks like.”

I roll my eyes. “I know what a grocery store looks like. Why don’t we get back to the part where you tell me what you have to do that I supposedly won’t approve of?”

Nicoli walks closer to me, and I stop breathing for a moment, his eyes suddenly dark and gleaming with sin. The length of his cock hardens with every step, the prominent V of muscle demanding my attention as he moves. Anticipation stirs within me as he leans in, our bodies becoming a point of heat and burning lust until his lips are inches away from mine. “I’m struggling to have a serious conversation with you when your jeans are hanging low on your hips and your tits are in my face.” He groans softly before pressing his body against mine so he’s flush against every curve of my body.

“You’re deflecting.”

“Your body is distracting.”

“Is that always going to be your excuse?”

“For as long as we both shall live.”

Shivers travel up my spine as he drags a finger between my breasts, leaning his head to the side and biting his bottom lip as he watches. I’m trying my best to seem unfazed by his sudden sensual assault, but it’s hard to ignore the little jolts of electricity running under my skin.

My breath hitches as Nicoli’s hand slips over my breast, his fingers raking over the curving mound, feathering across my nipples. I’m biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from moaning. He takes me tenderly in his hands and gently massages, exploring my body until he finds a pattern of movement that pleases him.

“Nicoli,” I breathe. “We were in the middle of a con—”

In one swift motion, he takes my arm to spin me around and grabs the back of my neck, pushing me forward until I’m bent over the red chaise in the walk-in closet. With a quick sweep here, a nip there, and the brush of fingers across my aching cleft, he yanks my jeans down just far enough for him to get access to my pussy.

My sex, already swollen and wet, explodes in throbs of pleasure at the contact of his cock against my slit. I cry out when he dives into me, circling his hips and pushing deeper into me with each thrust. The sudden stretch and pressure ignite a fiery euphoria I’m instantly high on.

“Fuck, I love the way your cunt sucks me in.” His voice is gruff, his pace frantic. Nicoli continues to drive into me, each plunge relentless yet undeniably pleasureful. Every nerve in my body is screaming with pleasure, and I’m quickly on the brink of climaxing as Nicoli quickens his pace, giving me the perfect friction of his erection, sending sparks all through my body. He moves with a rising intensity, grabbing my hair with his fist and pulling my head back, eliciting loud moans and rapid breaths as his arm snakes around my waist, fingers finding my clit.

“Come for me, Hummingbird.”

A sudden warmth rushes through me, and I scream out in ecstasy. Nicoli lets go of my hair and grips my hips with both hands, groaning as he finds his own release at the same time mine explodes. My body quivers from head to toe, and I’m struggling to catch my breath while his cock jerks inside me, filling me with his cum. Both arms wrap around my waist, his palms coming up and palming my breast, squeezing hard while pressing a kiss at the back of my neck.

“I’ll never get over this body of yours, Hummingbird. And the fact that you’re mine, to touch when I want, to fuck when I want. It’s like fucking Christmas morning every time I wake up and find you next to me.”

“Real smooth, Mr. Del Rossa.” I smile, maneuver out of his hold, and pull the jeans off entirely. “Now, I have to shower.”

Nicoli glances down at my thighs, jizz dripping down the inside. “I like the sight of my cum on your thighs.”

“I’m sure the general public will disagree. Seriously, though. What’s going on?” I wrap my robe over my shoulders.

Nicoli sighs, roughs his hand through his hair, then grabs a fresh towel from the rack, wrapping it around his waist. “Alexius and I, we have to show our faces at Myth at night during parties for the next couple of weeks.”

“What parties? And weeks? Why?”

“Listen, Hummingbird.” He steps up and places his hands on my shoulders. “I know this is not what you want to hear, but I need you to trust me on this.”

---