Page 68 of Reign of the Queen
I look at her with pity. They really have destroyed this girl. She’s so completely in love and dependent on them that she can’t see that they don’t give a shit about her. It almost breaks my heart seeing what has become of her. If she were anyone else other than the vile, spiteful creature that she is, she would have my pity.
I sigh and give her the evilest smile I can, which brings me no pleasure at the moment. “He does now, premium pussy, I guess. He doesn’t have to worry about catching some STI from me like he obviously did with you.” I walk out of the washroom with my head held high, even though my stomach is clenching from nausea.He’s been fucking her since they were thirteen. Fuck.
I can hear her screeching and crying behind the door, kicking the shit out of the bathroom stalls. Just as I’m heading to my locker, the bell rings for lunch. The classroom doors release their captive patrons.
“Mia?”
I turn to see Carter swaggering toward me. The look on his face is strained like he’s holding himself back from grabbing me.Great, another king to make my morning even harder. I swear if he tries to slip his hands up my soaked panties right now, I’m going to do some damage to his junk.
“Carter.” I nod and give him my back. I catch a few other people staring and remember that I now have my stupid shirt knotted under my breasts, with my bra and tits on display, no doubt giving everyone else a good look too. I’m going to murder Theo Saint-Lambert regardless of the fact that he gives me leg-shaking, spine-tingling orgasms.
“Girl, what are you wearing?” Raegan approaches me as I dig into my locker, hoping to find the T-shirt I had in here.
Not finding what I’m looking for, I turn in her direction and catch the rest of the kings approaching. “Theo decided to be a fucking caveman and ruin another one of my shirts.” I give him an evil stare and get a brave smirk back.
I turn in Carter’s direction as the other three stop behind him. “Give me your shirt Carter.” I raise my outstretched hand in his direction.
“My shirt? What the fuck for babe?” He leers at my breasts, his teeth pulling at his bottom lip suggestively.
“Take your button down off and give it to me, Carter. I need it.” I tap my foot in aggravation, catching Theo’s look of satisfaction at the state of my current shirt and meltdown.Fucking devil spawn.
“Mamita, I love the look you have going today!” Mateo’s sultry voice calls out in my direction, as he motions toward my revealing, cum splattered shirt, and my breasts covered in red marks from Theo’s teeth and lips. .
I ignore all of them, my hand still outstretched for Carter’s shirt. It’s a test of how agreeable he’ll be to one of my demands, and I have no intentions of backing down. I’m unsure if Theo has already filled them in on what happened between us. I wouldn’t put it past him to have gloated and put it in some bro-hoe chat. I wonder if they realize how the rules of this kingdom have changed.
Carter sighs, a pout crossing his beautiful, harsh mouth. He unbuttons his shirt, taking it off and handing it to me, leaving him only in a T-shirt, the word “Criminal” written across it in script. I smirk at how perfectly accurate his shirt is at describing him.
He hands me the shirt, and I unknot the one I’m wearing, not bothering to hide. I strip out of it right there in the hall, with the student body watching. My nipples pucker and harden through my blue light cotton bra, and I make a slow show of taking mine off, letting it drop to the hallway floor, putting his shirt on, and buttoning it up. His scent of limes, bergamot, and eucalyptus automatically hits me, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end.
The four of them don’t bother hiding their heated looks from me. Carter looks ready to pounce on me. Mateo’s eyes are large and smoldering. Finn’s expression is hard to understand; it’s a mix of anger and attraction. Who knows with that one, he runs hot and cold. Theo’s just staring me down. His face is his usual statue mask, giving nothing away and utterly different from a few hours ago when it was flushed with passion.
“Let’s go, Raegan. I’m fucking famished.” I thread my arm through Raegan’s and pull her toward the cafeteria, not bothering to wait for the kings and leaving the cum wet shirt at their feet. Theo should have to dispose of that shit, since he keeps making a mess of me.
“Yeah...er okay.” Raegan lets out a confused response, leaning into me. “What the hell happened, Mia?”
I let out a huge sigh. “I fucked up. I fucked up royally, and now I’m going to have to do something impossible to try to fix it.” I hold on to her tighter.
“What girl? What do you have to do now? I’m not understanding. What’s happened here?” She questions with concern.
“Rae, I fucked Theo in the front seat of my car.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “Twice.” I raise two fingers at her with a guilty look.
“You did what now?” She shrieks.
I put my hand over her mouth. “Lower your fucking voice. I’m already rethinking my damn sanity.” I huff and release her, pulling her into the food line while watching everyone take the most significant steps they can away from me.
“I fucked Theo. It just kind of happened. Obviously, I have lost my mind.” I grab a tray and start putting random food on it, not even paying attention to what I’m adding.
“Oh Mia, you have a little bullshit there, right between your teeth, girl.” She giggles and grabs her own tray.
I give her a deadly look but end up giggling too at the face she makes in response. “What am I going to do now? So much for controlling them and tearing them apart.” I sigh.
“What do you mean, girl? Look at them; you’re controlling them already. They all lookMia addictedto me.” She nods her head toward the kings that have just entered the café and already zeroed in on my location.
Theo is speaking to them in hushed tones, and they keep looking from him back to me. Carter flashes me a broad smile and then winks like the horn dog he is. Safe to say, Theo is spilling the tea now.
“How do I destroy them now? I apparently can’t keep my legs closed where Theo’s concerned.” I add a bottle of water to my food tray.
She shakes her head, and a devious look crosses her face. “Maybe that’s the way you do it. You tear them apart from each other and from within.” She turns and stares at the kings who still haven’t moved from the cafeteria entrance and are holding up traffic. “Who says you can’t get laid while doing it?” She giggles and adds a slice of carrot cake to her tray, moving away to swipe her student card.
