Page 32 of Defiant Queen (Mount Trilogy 2)
I almost brought the most powerful and feared man in this city to his knees, and I can’t wait to do it again.
Mount
My cell phone buzzes again and again, no doubt the Mexicans I hung up on in favor of teaching Keira to suck my dick, and I can’t even bring myself to care.
I don’t remember the last time I came that hard—outside of the times I’ve spilled in Keira’s tight pussy with no condom. I’ve never trusted a woman’s word that she’s on birth control, but for some reason, I trust hers.
It would take me one phone call to verify, but I don’t even feel the need to do that. Maybe because in some fucked-up universe, if I were to accidentally get Keira pregnant, it would give me an undeniable hold over her for life.
I vowed from an early age that I’d never bring a kid into this hell of a world. The consequences would be unthinkable. It wouldn’t just be a weakness—it would be the ultimate sin, by far worse than anything I’ve ever done before.
Besides, what the fuck do I know about how to raise a kid, or how to love anyone? My entire life has revolved around control or the lack of it, and all I know is how to hold tight to the power I’ve fought to gain over so many years. I know I should use condoms from now on, but the thought of separating my dick from her hot pussy with a layer of latex has me gritting my teeth.
I don’t want anything between us.
I know I’m in deeper than I should be, but I can’t make myself pull back. What’s more, I don’t want to pull back.
When Keira stands in front of me, her tits heaving against the bustier while she tries to catch a breath, I cup her cheek again.
“Not bad, for a beginner.”
She lifts a shaking hand to her face and draws all but her middle finger back before pressing a kiss to the pad of it, flipping me off again.
What would it be like to have her as compliant after sex as she is during?
A pipe dream, no doubt.
I reach out to snatch her wrist and force her hand down between her legs. Without breaking her defiant green gaze, I drag her finger over the drenched seam of her pussy.
“You feel that? You’re soaked for me. Deny it all you want, but we both know the truth.” Using her finger, I tap her piercing lightly, knowing it will drag her closer to the edge the fastest. “You think it’s your turn to come?”
“Yes! I did what you wanted.” Her response carries an undeniable edge of need.
I use her finger to tease her entrance. “And you think that entitles you to an orgasm?”
Her nod is swift, and I continue to torture her with her own finger, her breathy moans making my dick hard again already.
Before she can come, I yank her hand away and catch her other wrist, pinning both behind her back as she struggles against my hold.
“No. You don’t get to come. That’s what you get for being late.”
“It was five minutes!”
“Five minutes or five hours, you were still late.”
“But—”
“Give me one more excuse, and the only butt we’re going to be talking about is the one filled with a plug right now. Actually, I think you’re almost ready. One more size to go, and we’re going to see if I can finally fit my fat cock in your ass.”
Keira
How can my nipples be hard, my pussy be wet, and my hand itch to grab the lamp on his desk to bludgeon him to death all at the same time?
This man drives me absolutely insane. If I don’t get away from him right now, I’ll do something unthinkable.
Like lay yourself out on his desk and beg him to fuck you in exchange for whatever he wants, as long as he lets you come? I shove down my inner voice as I tug my wrists from Mount’s grip.
Surprisingly, he lets me go.
