Page 47 of Mafie Queen

“Not as nice as if it were fit for a queen. That’s for sure.”

I know the pride and yearning is evident in my eyes as I gaze down at my girl. From the way she stares back, her eyes bore into mine with a hunger we have not sated in a long time.

“Is that right?” I ask as I step closer, dropping to one knee right in front of her. “What does a Queen need then?”

My voice is a soft whisper as I take her hand, kissing the top of it before turning it to kiss the inside of her wrist, right on the pulse point. I watch her pupils dilate and have to take a deep breath to control myself right now.

“She needs seats for her kings.”

I hum in appreciation, thinking about all of the dirty things the four of us could get up to with a throne like this. I sit back on my feet and unbutton my shirt while she watches with rapt attention. With every inch of skin I reveal, her breathing grows heavier until I can see her squirming in her seat and pushing her thighs together.

“Does she need her kings like this?” I ask after I remove my shirt, standing to fold it neatly and place it on a nearby table.

I take a step closer, but Evie leans back as if to push away from me and shakes her head. Freezing, I immediately reprimand myself for taking this too far.

“She needs them with less clothes.”

It takes me a second to process her words, but when I do, I smirk. Her lust filled gaze watches as I move my fingers to my suit pants, flicking the button open and pulling down the zipper.

Usually I want control, I want her to call me Daddy and grant me the authority that comes with that. Right now, I just want her to remember me. While we built most of our relationship on banter and heightened emotions, we also built it on love and sacrifice.

Removing my pants, I set them neatly next to my shirt. I know Evie understands this part of me, the part that has to have so much control it can be nauseating. Yet, she seems to love me and all my peculiar mannerisms anyway, so I do not feel pressured to pretend to be someone I am not.

Now, fully naked and erect, I approach her. Her hands reach out to trail down my abs, every touch building a scorching fire inside of me.

“Is this better?” I ask as I gaze down at her. Her lashes flutter as she looks up at me, but then she shakes her head.

“I think I prefer you on your knees.”

Lowering myself until our eyes are on the same level, I kneel at her feet like a soldier willing to fight off any army that dares go against my queen.

As Evie once said, we are toxic, but that toxicity is what makes us perfect for each other. We are both products of our pasts, our individual souls tainted and broken by our experiences, but together, we can build something more solid than either of us could have ever imagined for our future.

All of our shattered pieces fit together perfectly, secured with the love we have for one another, forging something unbreakable. Through our trials and traumas, we know exactly how we do not want to live. So side by side, there is no goal or dream we could not conquer as long as we have each other. After all, what good is a king without his queen?

“That’s perfect,” she says, pulling me in for a searing kiss.

She’s wearing a loose t-shirt that says ‘Running on caffeine and anger’, and I want all of her anger right now. I want everything she kept bottled up when she was away from us to bleed out of her at this moment. I want her to take control and remember exactly who the fuck she is.

Deepening the kiss, I push into her as I grip her black sweatpants and slide them off. I already know my girl is bare underneath, and my hand meets her arousal the second her pants are on the floor.

I spread her legs wide until she’s sitting right on the edge of the throne, and then I begin my descent. My lips trail down her neck, sucking and biting her smooth skin all the way down to the top of her shirt. As I start to push her back and lift her shirt, she removes it for me, tossing it to the side of the room.

“Are you Daddy’s good girl?” I ask as I hover above her nipple, fanning my breath over it lightly. It pebbles in response.

Evie’s breath hitches at the same time a whimper leaves her mouth.

“Yes,” she whispers, arching into me. I take the already hardened peak into my mouth, sucking and nipping at it while she squirms, dampening the seat beneath her. She tries to push her legs together, needy for some kind of release, but my palms keep her spread open.

“Daddy,” she moans.

I release her nipple, and grin up at her. I tease her with my breath, blowing cool air across her peaks, slowly making my way down towards her waist and past her belly button.

My dick is pulsing, desperate to be touched by her. Evie is writhing around on the throne, pushing against my palms like Daddy’s needy little whore. She looks so damn perfect in this chair, dripping for me like the good girl she is. I can smell her arousal already and it isintoxicating.

I am seriously thinking about ordering one of these for the house. I have no idea where we would put it, but if I have to build a fourth story of only sex rooms that meet all our fantasies, then I damn well will.

Evie hisses out a breath when I touch her core before moving back up. “Daddy.” Her voice is a desperate whine.

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