Page 97 of Shattered Queens: Veronica
“Wait, what?” I ask them. “I thought you hired him because he was your friend.”
“Well, yes and no,” Gabe answers. “He came to us with a proposition. Told us how he could protect you better than the men you already had. You were giving everyone so much shit. Then he showed us what he did as if to prove himself. We agreed to give him a chance, and he’s been here ever since.”
“You mean when he told you he killed Tony?”
“Yes,” they both answer.
“He really loves you and you him.” Gabe says it as a statement. “I’ll still hire Ian if he hurts you.”
“I’ll do that shit for free.” Ian pulls out his pocketknife. I’m sure Ian isn’t joking.
After a while, my brothers leave, and I head to the bedroom to check on Miles. He’s awake, and I can feel his gaze roaming up my body as soon as I enter the bedroom. I feel butterflies in my stomach when he looks at me like that. Like I’m the only one in the world. Like I’m his world.
“None of that. You're still recovering,” I scold him. And he pouts.
But I want him. After the last couple of days, I need to feel him. To feel us. I walk to him. And take off my clothes, one item at a time, until I’m naked in front of him. “Be a good boy and lie still. I don’t want you to split your wound open.”
He nods.
I get onto the bed; the mattress dips below us. “No touching,” I order. I pull his shorts down and lick my lips at the sight of his hard cock. Theanticipation of the salty flavor makes my mouth water. I don’t wait. I wrap my lips around the crown and suck on it. The groan that escapes him makes my pussy throb, so I do it again. Then take all of him. His cock hits the back of my throat. I know he loves it when I gag, so I push myself. The vibration of my moans with his cock down my throat is exhilarating. Like a drug that I can’t get enough of. I wrap both of my hands around his girth. I suck and pump. I know I’m making him feel amazing. He moans my name, and it’s all the encouragement I need. He’s being a good boy and keeping his hands to himself. I lift my lips off his cock with a pop. “You’re being so good, baby. Seems like you need a reward,” I tell him before I lower myself again and fill my mouth with his cock.
“All mine.” I hear him groan.
I don’t stop. I take him deeper. That sends him over the edge. He fills my mouth, and I swallow almost all of him. I keep some of his cum in my mouth and move up his body, my mouth hovering over his. He opens like a good boy, and I spit his cum into his mouth. He swallows himself.
“Now, you’re going to be a good boy and lie here while I ride your face.”
“Yes, my Cattleya.”
I smile at the new nickname. Then I move up and sit down on his face. “Now eat and lick.” That’s exactly what he does. He wraps his arms around my thighs. I bounce up and down on his face. His tongue fucking me is one of the best feelings. I grab his hair as I move my hips. I ride his face until my juices run down his chin to his chest. I come to his name on my lips. When I’m done, he gets up from the bed. I can see he’s in pain. “You need to get back in bed and rest.”
He ignores me and goes to the dresser, opening the top drawer. “Amor, I’d happily split my wound and have you restitch me. There is no way in hell I’m not going to do this.” He returns, and I see what’s in his hand.My pussy clenches at the image of him naked with the paddle in his hand. I look at his wound; this is definitely going to hurt him.
“Let’s wait until you’re healed.”
He smirks. “There’s no way in hell I’m waiting. Plus, don’t you like to hurt me?”
He’s right. I like seeing him in pain, but only the pain I inflict. I can’t help the reaction my pussy has to him hurting for me.
“Amor, let's get you that reprieve you so long for.” He extends his hand to me and helps me get off the bed. I move to the chaise in the corner by the window. “Hold on and don’t let go.” He crosses to the nightstand and grabs the bottle of lube. I grab onto the chaise and arch my back. He peppers kisses along my spine and neck. “We’re going to do ten,” he tells me. “What’s the safe word?”
“Red,” I reply. The need is apparent in my voice.
He stands behind me. The moment that leather paddle makes contact with my bare skin, there’s a sharp pain. Then the pain turns into pleasure.
“Count,” he orders.
“One.” Then another. “Two.” Then another. “Three.” I feel his free hand slide between my thighs.
“You’re fucking drenched.” He lowers himself slowly and kneels. No doubt in pain from his wound. He licks me clean. Then another. I’m lost in the pain and the relief it offers. I don’t have to think about that drink I want. The pill that I crave when I want to forget the image of Miles being shot.
“More,” I beg.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. My queen. My everything.”
I feel the tears streaming down my face. “Ten.” I moan. Then I feel him spread my cheeks. The crown of his cock at my back entrance, and he pushes himself inside. I went from hating the thought of anal sex toit becoming my favorite. He wraps my hair around his hand, his other around my waist. I love when he fucks me like this. It makes me feel claimed. Owned. The sound of our bodies, the way he touches me, even when I beg him to fuck me harder. I know without a doubt that he’s mine and I’m his. There’s no way his wound is still closed, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Who do you belong to?” I stay quiet to push him. He removes his hand from my waist and slaps my ass. He sees my reflection in the window. “Such a brat.”
