Page 67 of Reign of the Queen
She stares down at me, discerning if my words are sincere. “I have an IUD, so no one is going to be calling you daddy anytime soon.” She elbows me, and I release her.
She climbs over the seats and grabs her bag from the back, pulling out a package of makeup wipes and cleaning the evidence of my cum off her pussy and thighs. My heart gives a hard thud watching her wipe me from her, taking away my branding. She tucks her breasts back into the cups of her bra and then tries to figure out what to do about the shirt I once again have ruined.
I grin when she gives me an irritated look and then ties the whole thing into a knot underneath her breasts that helps lift the heavy mounds and leaves them on display.I might have to rip every shirt she owns from now on.
“What now?” I question, watching a couple farther away walk their dog along the sand through the windshield. Looking around, I realize how exposed we were, in broad fucking daylight, and I shake my head at the whole situation. I’m always in control, but Mia takes that and throws it quite literally out the fucking window.
“Now? Now we go back to school, we go on just like we have but with new rules, and you give me what I want, Theo.” She turns with a harsh glare.
“You think you can manipulate and control me with the information you have on me?” I feel my anger rising, my chest expanding with the harsh breath I expel.
“I don’t need to, Theo. You and I both know I own you. We can do it my way, and it will be pleasurable for both of us.” She looks away out the front window to the ocean beyond. “Or we can do it your way and go to war, which you will lose.” She turns back to me. “The choice is yours, but if I don’t have that video by the end of the week, I’ll know which one you’ve chosen.”
She turns the Range back on and drives us back to school, never looking in my direction once. My hands are clenched with aggravation and the desire to grab her around the neck and squeeze the life out of her.
How can she go from being so hot-blooded and passionate and, in the next instance, so cold and calculated?
As we pull into the school parking lot, she doesn’t wait for me to say anything else, grabbing her bag and leaving the SUV behind with me still in it. Like we didn’t just share a morning full of pleasure and desire. Like she didn’t just take ownership of my fucking soul with that pussy of hers.
A deep sigh leaves me, I get out of the Range and follow her inside. A position I resent deeply. I’m no one’s bitch, not even Mia’s. We will play your game your way for now, Mia, but I have no intentions of being a puppet king.
Mia 3, Kings 1.
I leave him behind and walk away as quickly as possible without looking like I’m running, even though that’s exactly what my mind is telling me to do. Of all the stupid shit I’ve done since deciding to come back here, this takes the cake.
Why the fuck did I have sex with him? Why did I give in to my baser urges and fuck him like that, in my car, in broad daylight? What’s the matter with me? Maybe my grandmother is right, and I need to head back to Manhattan and forget all about the kings of Casbury.
I walk into the school and make a beeline for the girl’s washroom near my locker. I can hear the students around me through open classroom doors, utterly unaware that I have just damned myself and them.
I pull up to the sink and grab some paper towels to clean myself thoroughly. Theo’s cum is still making its way out of my pussy and down onto the crotch of my soaked panties. At the very thought of it, my traitorous pussy clenches, obviously wanting more of what his cock can offer.What a fucking glorious cock it is, too.The deep stretch from his cock that I can still feel within me, makes a whimper escape my lips.
Just as I’m considering going underwear-less yet again, for the second day in a row, thanks to Theo, the door swings open and Melinda walks into the bathroom. She stops when she sees me with my kilt angled up and wiping my thighs. She supplies me with a murderous glare, anger radiating off her in spades.Fuck me. This day keeps getting better and better, not.Mia, don't punch her in the throat just because you’re frustrated with your own stupidity,I remind myself loudly in my head.
“You fucking whore!” she lets spew from her venomous red painted mouth. Her hands are clenching at her side. Well, there goes my self-talk about not punching her in the throat.
I stop and straighten, looking behind her to see if any of her minions have followed her to the washroom. Admittedly, only a few of them are left after what I did to Maria. But it’s just her; the door has swung closed.
“That’s rich coming from you.” I laugh.
“I never slept with anyone but Theo and Carter, I belong to them, and they belong to me, skank.” She moves deeper into the room, anger radiating off her like a weapon.
“And yet, they disposed of you like you were nothing to them,” I state, giving up on wiping any more cum from between my legs and off my kilt. Fucking Theo has a penchant for making a mess of me.
“You’re a whore drenched in someone else’s cum. Just wait until I tell Theo I saw you in here wiping up.” She smirks with satisfaction and malevolence.
“Oh Melinda, you never learn, do you?” I move until I’m right in front of her, still holding on to the cum wet paper napkins. I would love to be a fly on the wall when she tells him she caught me wiping some other guy’s cum off my crotch. Poor, delusional Melinda, so wrapped up in her own bullshit, she hasn’t been clued in that she’s no longer relevant.
“Learn? Learn what from a whore like you? Do you think I want to learn any of your whore tricks?” She cackles.
I’ve had about enough of this chick always coming at me. She should have just turned tail and run out the door the minute she saw me, instead she felt the need to spout venom from those swollen filler filled lips of hers. In the mood I’m in right now, I’m likely to rip all her damn red hair off her pretty head.
Fine, we will do it this way. I forcefully grab onto the front of her shirt, pulling her closer and off balance in those ridiculous skyscraper shoes she insists on always wearing. At the same time, I shove the cum napkins all over her face.
She shrieks and tries to pull away, but my hold on her is strong. I smear the napkins across her face, down her neck, and then release her. She falls backward, smacking into the counter hard and letting out a pained gasp.
“That right there, you stupid little simpleton, is the closest you’re ever going to get to Theo’s cum going forward, do you hear me?” I make a move to grab her again, and she shrinks away. “His and the rest of the king’s cum is mine. They aremineMelinda, and you better remember that when you get any ideas in that skanky ass head of yours.
“You're a lying whore. That’s not Theo’s cum. Theo only uses condoms. I should know he’s been fucking me since I was thirteen. He wouldn’t have cum inside of you without one. Nice try, though. Trying to play it off as his!” She screams at me, swiping at the smeared cum on her face and fake lashes.
