Page 65 of Reign of the Queen
I watch Mia’s gray Range approach, Raegan in the front passenger seat. Mia pulls into the spot next to mine but doesn’t shut off the vehicle. The passenger door opens and closes, and Raegan comes toward me.
“Mia wants you to get in her vehicle alone. She wants to talk to you.” Raegan says with a severe expression I can’t read. “A word of advice, Theo. Don’t be a caveman with her today, she’s got you by the balls, and she knows it.” Raegan doesn’t wait for my reply, turns, and heads to the school’s front steps.
My brothers and I all exchange a look. Finn nods his head, grabs onto Carter, then a straggling Mateo, and starts dragging them in the direction of the front of the school.
I turn around and head to Mia’s car. I can hear Halsey playing loudly out of the speakers, singing about how she’s going to storm the castle. I smirk to myself; very fitting, Mia, very fucking fitting.My girl is making sure I’m reading her loud and clear.
I open the door and hop into the vehicle, which she immediately puts into drive. We leave school grounds and take the road leading us toward the pristine beaches and waterfront properties Casbury is known for.
I hold my tongue waiting for her to speak first. Hoping that whatever is going to come out of her mouth isn’t going to devastate my whole fucking world.
We drive for a few minutes passing sprawling manicured lawns and mini mansions, the ocean visible on our right side. The music changes from Halsey and castles to Imagine Dragon and their demons. I turn and look her over. Her jaw is tight, and she’s repeatedly biting down on her bottom lip in concentration. Her beautiful long dirty blonde wavy hair is cascading down her back and shoulders. She doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on today, her natural beauty is all that I see. She’s a bit pale this morning and I can see the dark circles under her eyes that she hasn’t tried to hide. It looks like I wasn’t the only one who didn’t sleep last night.
There’s something almost dark and haunted in her look today, almost like she doesn’t know if she wants to run away or come out swinging.
“Your dad’s a cock sucking sadistic fucking monster that needs to be put down.” She doesn’t take her eyes off the road as she lets that statement flow from her beautiful plump lips.
I clear my throat. “I know.”
“I realize the situation you find yourself in, Theo. You can’t fucking leave; I get it.” She shrugs.
“Mia...I...I’m.” I start to apologize.
“Shut up, Theo; I’m not done fucking speaking.” She interrupts me. “I’m done taking shit from you or the other kings. I will no longer follow any of your rules, and you will give me that video and all the other copies that might be out there of Raegan’s dad’s indiscretions. You will also never mention my sister again.”
“Will I now?” I raise an eyebrow in question.
“Yes. You will, and not just because I hold information that will make your very existence implode, but because there is no point in holding anything over me anymore.” She pulls into the parking lot off one of the smaller beach areas, the ocean and sand directly in front of us. Putting the car in park, she releases her belt, and turns entirely in her seat facing me.
“I will let you keep your crown, all of you in fact. I’ll also keep your disgusting secret about your dad’s playthings, and I want to help you try to bring him down if I can.” She takes a deep breath. “In return, you will stop trying to manipulate me. I will date whom I want, and it may not be any of you kings. We will work as a unit with me at the head of it to control the school and keep everyone safe.”
She’s staring at me with passion and rage across her features. The tension in the car rises to another level with her look. I catch her admiring her handiwork of her teeth imprint on my neck. A look of deep satisfaction crossing her features when she sees it’s still there. The heat in her eyes has my cock instantly hardening and my desire to mark her as mine raging through my veins. I try to control my breathing, my chest is tight, feeling like it wants to crush me with how fast my heart is beating.
I need her, I need her touch, her smell and more importantly, her defiance. I need it like the air I breathe. No one has ever brought out this feeling in me, the need to mark and claim. To own another person and hold them tight. This wisp of a girl, this defiant queen, brings out the savage and unpredictable aspects of my personality. The control I pride myself in, fraying and snapping.
“Is that all, your highness?” I ask sarcastically. Before she can respond I grab onto the front of her blazer and pull her across the seat toward me, buttons popping off her shirt with my harsh movement. My firm mouth lands on hers hard with no hesitation and little regret. She tries to pull away from me with the barest of efforts, using her fists to push at my chest. My arms band around her and pull her farther across the seat and the middle console until she’s straddling me in mine. Her knees digging into the leather of the seat.
Biting her lower lip, she opens up in protest. I use that opening to dive into her sweet mouth, tangling my tongue with hers. She tastes like rich coffee and her own special brand of flavor, all Mia. Sweet, powerful, and addicting. Her taste and smell are actively destroying what’s left of my resolve and soul. I can’t ever seem to get enough of her and my careful control slips when I am around her.
She holds back for a second; then she’s moaning in her throat, grabbing onto my hair with both hands pulling me closer to her in a tight grip. I sweep my tongue in her mouth, trying to lay claim to her, to what’s mine, and make no mistake.She is mine.
She’s breathless when I release her mouth and make my way down her jaw to her neck, leaving stings of bites along the way. My lips are still tingling from the force of our kiss, and my heart is racing in my chest with need.
I break away and stare at her beautiful face. Her features are soft, almost elf-like, with high cheekbones and slanted blue-green eyes. Her smooth sun-kissed skin calls to my need to mare it, claim her and leave my mark on her so everyone that looks in her direction will know she’s mine. She’s ours, the kings of Casbury.
Sliding my hand up, gripping the back of her neck, and leaning into whisper in her ear. My breath hot against the soft shell of her ear. “You belong to us, just like we belong to you. There is no going back now.” I bite down on her soft lobe. A soft moan escapes her tantalizing mouth. I move in again to capture her lips, demanding that she meet me halfway, and she does, opening for me.
Her hands trail down my chest to my erection that’s sitting hard in my pants pressed up against her thigh. With the tips of her fingers, she rubs me back and forth through the fabric of my pants. I devour her soft lips, moaning into her mouth when she circles the head of my cock through my pants and squeezes.
Pulling back and glancing over her flushed delicate features. Her eyes are dilated and swirling with color reminiscent of the deep ocean waters behind us, her cheeks have a pink flushed hue, and her lips are swollen from our kissing. She looks stunning, like a goddess brought to earth to devastate mortal men. “Tell me you’re okay,” I whisper to her.
She stops stroking my cock and looks at me, moving her hand to my cheek and using her thumb to stroke my jawline. “I’m okay.” She pecks me on the lips softly, then my cheeks and jaw. I feel her pulling at the zipper of my pants, and I release my hold on her to open my pants and pull out my throbbing cock for her to touch.
My cock is rock hard and angry looking when it pops out between the folds of my pants. Her waiting grasp strokes me from root to tip, a harsh moan escapes me. She tightens her grip when she reaches my engorged crown, the bead of precum that’s already waiting there coating her soft fingers. It feels like heaven, her touch moving over me. I have to force myself to slow my breathing, her touch sending my heartrate thundering in my chest.
She uses the silken bead to lube me up and continues to move me with deep upward strokes between our bodies. I try to buck up into her grasp and she tightens her hold, smirking while watching my cock move between her fingers. I can feel my balls swelling and tightening, my cock getting painfully harder in her grip. A deep grumble escapes my chest. Her fingers are small, not making it all the way around my girth, but her hold is firm and feels fucking fantastic holding onto my cock. Slow torturous strokes have my breath catching in my chest and my senses reeling. The world could be imploding outside of this car right now and I wouldn’t care as long as Mia keeps touching me.
I move my hands under her skirt, grasping her bare thighs and lifting her where I can rub myself across her panty-clad pussy, adding to the delicious heat and friction between us. The crown of my cock rubs back and forth over her clit, causing her breath to stutter and a flush to rise up her neck. I can feel the heat seeping from her and dampening her panties. The deep urge to push into her hot wet channel overwhelming me.
