Page 47 of Shattered Queens: Veronica
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Miles bellows, his voice raw with a possessiveness that shakes the walls. He’s looming over Simon, his face inches from the other man’s. “I will break every bone in your goddamn body.”
I lunge forward, grabbing Miles by his bicep. I try to wrench him away, but it’s like trying to move a mountain; he’s nothing but solid, vibrating muscle.
“Let him go, Miles!” I shout.
He doesn't budge, his focus entirely consumed by the man pinned to the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a movement. I turn my head slightly and see a woman standing just a few feet away, watching the chaos—Gemma.
I stare as Simon throws his hands up in a frantic gesture of surrender. The sight makes my stomach turn. After all that at the bar, he folds the second a real threat enters the room. What a pussy.
Miles releases his grip, and Simon doesn't wait; he all but runs. Then Miles turns to me. He steps forward, and instinctively, I take one back.My heels click against the floor, the only sound in the room, until the heavy thud of the door closing echoes through the space. He shuts it firmly, sealing us inside and locking the world out. He completely disregards Gemma, who was just standing there. His focus is locked on me. When I decided to push his buttons, I didn’t know what to expect, but his reaction like this is beyond what I’d imagined. If anything, I thought he’d try to drag me out, but he’d be unable to. Sebastian wouldn’t allow it because of Bere.
"What the fuck were you thinking, coming here?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble.
"I thought I deserved to have some fun." I offer him a sharp, defiant smile. "I need to get laid, Miles. Why not come here?"
"You don’t belong here," he snaps, his eyes darkening with a mix of fury and something that looks a lot like lust. I must be imagining it.
"That’s hypocritical and misogynistic, don’t you think?" I bite back a smile, watching the way he reacts. "Plus, it’s not like I can just pull up a dating app." He stiffens, his entire frame vibrating with suppressed rage. "So, if you don't mind," I say, “be a good boy and step out of my way.” My voice is light, even as my heart hammers against my ribs. I begin to walk toward the door, my chin held high. "I need to find myself a toy for tonight."
I don't make it two steps. He grabs my arm and jerks me back, pulling me flush against him. His body feels rigid with tension, and he leans in close.
"You drive me out of my mind, you know that?" he says, his voice tight. I feel it in my core.
I tilt my head back, meeting his gaze with a defiance I don't truly feel. "I could say the same thing about you."
The air between us is thick, charged with friction. I can feel the heat radiating off him, a silent demand for me to back down, but I meet his stare with everything I have left. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, as we wait to see who will break first, or if we’ll both go down in the flames of whatever this is.
His lips collide with mine in a crash of pent-up frustration and hunger. There is no gentleness in the contact, only a desperate, crushing need that mirrors the chaos of the last few weeks, months.
I don't hesitate. I open for him immediately, my hands finding his hair as I pull him closer, surrendering to the very thing I was trying to run from. The taste of him—familiar, dark, and overwhelming—drowns out the lingering scent of the club and the memory of Simon. Every bit of defiance I held seconds ago dissolves, leaving only the heat of his body.
“You drive me completely out of my mind,” he repeats, his voice more of a growl than a sentence.
“You already said that, remember?” I breathe against his lips, my own voice trembling with the need coursing through me. His hands move down my body slowly.
“You and this fucking body.” I pull back just enough to look at him. His bottom lip is already starting to swell from the force of our kiss, and his short, curly hair is a mess where I’ve been gripping it. “You are so fucking sexy,” he says, his eyes dark and dilated. He must see the flash of relief in my expression because he doesn't stop. He continues to praise me; his words vibrate against my skin. “I lost my shit when I thought about that asshole’s hands on you.”
The possessiveness in his tone should probably scare me, but instead, it’s the catalyst I need. I don’t hesitate to pull him back to me, deepening the kiss until we’re both breathless. I sink my teeth into his lip, and the sound he makes, a deep groan, vibrates through my entire body. Mypussy throbs in response. The aching pulse needs him to stop talking and start showing me exactly how much he’s lost his mind.
“We should stop this,” he says, his voice thick and strained, even as his hands remain locked on my hips.
“Yes, we should.” I breathe out, my heart hammering against my ribs. “This is a horrible idea.”
I voice the confirmation, but my actions betray me. I keep moving backward until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed. The mattress is soft and inviting, a sharp contrast to the rigid tension in Miles’s body.
“Fuck it,” he growls, his resolve finally snapping.
He starts to unbutton his shirt, his movements frantic, fueled by the same needs as mine. My breath catches in my throat as the fabric falls away, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. The dim light of the room plays over the hard planes of his chest and the sharp lines of his abdomen. I can feel my insecurities start to creep in.
He must sense my thoughts so places his hand on my cheek. “You’re so goddamn breathtaking,” he whispers. The intensity in his gaze is enough to make my knees weak. His hands move to the hem of my top and lift it over my head, then he throws it on the floor. My nude lace bra is on display. He moves his hands to unclip the back of it. Then his attention moves to the top of my miniskirt, and he kneels as he pulls it down, exposing my soaked lace thong. “Fuck me.” He groans. “I can smell you.”
I can’t speak. I’m so caught up in the moment.
His face lingers in front of my pussy. He’s just smelling me. I don’t know why, but that’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done to me. Miles’s hands move up the back of my calves to my thighs. He makes his way to my hips and grabs the small, thin fabric and pulls my thong down. “Raise your foot.” And I do, one at a time until I’m bare, then he rises to his feet.
He takes my hand and places it over his cock. I can see the outline of it through his pants, and fuck, is it big. He gives me a wicked smile. “It’s time for me to show you that I don’t have a limp dick. I’m going to make you choke on those words, or better yet, my cock. But tonight, I’m going to fucking punish this pussy for almost letting someone else give it attention.”
I’m in a daze of need. If he doesn’t touch me soon, I swear I’m going to combust. He unzips his pants and removes them, along with his boxers.
