Page 92 of Reign of the Queen
"Tell me what your grandmother demanded as payment for protecting us," he whispers, his face still filled with desire and coated in my wetness.
Anger fills me instantly. He just gave me one of the best orgasms I've ever had, and he did it with an ulterior motive. Did he think I would spew all my secrets for a bit of head? Maybe he thinks he can control me with orgasms,the fucker.
I push hard against his chest, and he backs up a step allowing me to move away from the sofa. "Get the fuck out of here, Theo." I don't bother to put my pants back on, shifting toward my private bathroom.
"Mia, I need to know. Just tell me so we can figure it out together." He moves to stop me.
My hand lashes out, and I slap him hard against the left side of his face, the sound harsh in the room. His footsteps come to a staggering halt, a look of fury crosses his face. The red mark of my fingers are already making an appearance across his chiseled cheek.
"There is nowe, Theo. I am not yours, and we are not together!" I shout out. My hands clenched at my side.
"What the fuck are you talking about, Mia?"
I let out a sarcastic laugh. "You thought because I let you eat me out and fingerbang me, you own me? What a fucking joke Theo. No one owns me. It's the other way around. I own all four of you fuckers now." I push his chest hard with both my hands, and he takes another step backwards.
"You may think you own us, Mia, and I'll give it to you, we are in a shit situation right now where we're dependent on you, but remember you're not the only one with plays in their pockets." He stares me down with a glare. After a second he lets out a frustrated sigh. "I don't wanna fight with you, Mia."
"Yeah, well, I didn't want you in my house or my life but here we are." I turn and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it. I lean my body against the door, already exhausted. The day's not even done yet, and I want to run screaming.
"Mia, let me in." Theo bangs on the door and turns the handle.
"Fuck off, Theo." I move away from the door and turn on the shower. I need some space from these assholes and to wash off the day already, even though it's still early. I'm going to have to figure out what I'm doing here.
I came to Casbury to ruin them, not to be fucking them and saving them. How did everything get so off track? I haven't even really done any significant damage yet. In the meantime, these fuckers have me guaranteeing their safety with my future freedom.
I get into the shower, the water scalding down my body and stinging where it hits the cut on my stomach. I watch as Theo's blood washes off my body and disappears down the drain. A mixture of emotions circling me all at once: rage, desire, fear and self-loathing.
I regret returning to Casbury. I should have just stayed in New York. I feel like I don't even know myself anymore. Where's the Mia that used all that anger to become a badass bitch in Manhattan? Where has she gone? A little dick, some fucking charm, and one almost dead king, and I fear her resolve is crumbling. I let myself collapse to my knees on the shower floor, tears streaming down my face, washed away instantly by the spray of the showerhead.What have I done?
The kings have been in my house for two days now; two of the most stressful days imaginable. Add my grandmother into the mix, and I'm surprised I haven't set fire to the place with all of them trapped inside. I can't breathe here; I feel trapped. My anxiety is riding me all day, waiting for Carter or Theo's dads to make an appearance. I haven't slept more than a few hours since these fuckers got here. My grandmother is watching all of us intently, and the guys seem determined to make me lose my shit.
The fuckers keep cornering me in parts of the house and trying to kiss me. Mateo tried to sneak into my room the first night but was met with a locked door. Finn attempted last night and got caught by an unamused Tom. He's lucky Tom didn't shoot his reckless ass. Theo hasn't tried to seduce me again since he gave me that fantastic but manipulative orgasm. He's been staying out of my way for the most part but casting me long lingering glances. I can’t even look at him, my traitorous pussy spasms when I do, while my rage rises to the surface remembering how he tried to manipulate me.
We just got word that Finn's stepdad is coming to the house to meet with my grandmother and take Mateo and Finn home. My grandmother thinks it's wise that they go with him. She believes that Finn's stepdad, Jack, can protect and keep them out of Vincent and Mack's reach for the time being. I'm all for it. I need them out of my damn house and away from me. Two fewer kings to deal with?Yes fucking, please.
Carter woke up yesterday and decided that being a giant pain in the ass was the wisest course of action. He refused to stay in bed, despite the lovely nurse, Mary, insisting. Then the fucker somehow managed to charm my tyrant grandmother into allowing him out of the room. Just what I need, another king roaming around my house. At least the fucker didn't attempt to get into my room...yet.
Honestly, I'm starting to think them torturing me is amusing Stella. I catch the smirks she tries to hide. So glad I could be a source of entertainment to my hard-ass grandmother.Yup, that's bitterness you’re hearing.
"Mia, your grandmother is asking you to join her and Mr. Chelmsford in the office." Clark interrupts my errant thought.
"Thank you, Clark. Where are the guys?" I move toward the hallway outside of the office area. I didn't hear Finn's stepdad arrive, but honestly, I'm walking around in a fog, thoughts cycling nonstop through my brain.
"Already in the office." Clark walks away and enters the office.
Taking a deep, grounding breath, I straighten my shoulders and walk into the office. Theo and Mateo are standing on one side of the room, both their expressions neutral. Carter is in the chair in front of the desk where my grandmother's sitting. The biggest smile crosses his face when he sees me enter the room. For a moment, it brings me to a halt. He looks so freaking sexy in that tight white t-shirt and the loose gray sweatpants Tom provided him.
Glancing around, I see Finn also in a pair of navy-blue sweats and a fitted gray long sleeve leaning up against the opposite wall and who must be his stepdad sitting across from my grandmother in the chair opposite Carter. A quick thank you to the gods of sweatpants runs across my brain, then I try to focus my errant thoughts on the seriousness of the situation.
"Mia, darling, come in and meet Finn's father, Jack!" My grandmother calls to me.
Jack Chelmsford stands from the chair and turns in my direction. He's tall, at least over six-foot-two, and broad-shouldered. His dark brown hair, peppered with gray, is neatly cut close to the scalp. He has striking, hazel eyes that zero in on me and a neat, close-cropped beard. He reminds me of that actor Kyle Chandler fromFriday Night Lights.
"Mia, it's very nice to meet you. Thank you for taking in the boys." He reaches out his hand to shake mine.
"Mr. Chelmsford." I shake his firm hand and then move my gaze to my grandmother.
"Jack, we are set here; Mateo and Finn will be leaving with you. I have spoken to Mateo's parents, and they have agreed that it is best if he also goes to your home as they are out of the country." Stella doesn't even try to hide the disdain off her face at the fact that Mateo's parents left their son here without any hesitation in the middle of a dire situation.Fucking neglectful douches.
