Queen of Hearts, page 13
No one had even noticed, the rowdy crowd cheering as the fight drew to a bloody conclusion. Except Daniel. He looked up at me with those big sad, brown eyes of his from across the room and I knew he’d seen the entire thing. With a grin, I’d winked and walked away, thinking I’d never see him again. He followed me into an alleyway a week later, and with my gun pressed against his forehead, proceeded to tell me how much he admired me, and how he thought I should have been the head of The Family. He wanted to help me claim what should have been ‘rightfully mine’.
His words were pure flattery. The Family was a patriarchal construct that had never been ‘rightfully mine’, but I had intended to make it mine, even if I had to fight tooth and nail for it. I humored him, told him I appreciated his support and that’s when he told me he had an interview to be Julian’s personal assistant. He was my way in. It was that easy.
“Loyalty is a fickle thing Jay, it can be bought or traded.” Grabbing a handful of his hair, I yank his head backwards, enjoying the suspicion and torment that flashes across his face. The fact that I’d had someone who was that close to him, watching him for years is a cruel reminder of who I am and what this is between us.
“What did he want? How did you get to him?” He snarls, thrusting his cock harder against me, moving across my clit in a way that has my toes curling.
“Stop trying to edge me Jay…” I taste the dip at the bottom of his throat, swirling my tongue over the hot skin.
“Answer the questions, Rosie. You want your orgasm?” His hand returns to my neck, where it belongs, and he uses his thumb to apply pressure, making my head go light. “Earn it.”
“He wants to fuck me.” Licking my lips, I buck my hips against his hardness, I’m so close. I’m almost there. Almost… “Be my King.”
Jay stills as I whine, a dark glint in his eyes as he takes in the sight of me, completely exposed and vulnerable to him as he still holds my leg. Jealousy is a good look on him, and it makes me want to run my hands over his chest, so I do, leaving long, raw red marks on his skin. Marking him as mine.
Fisting a hand in my hair, he growls as he pulls my head back. “I’m your King.”
With a smirk, I whisper, “Prove it.”
My words do the trick, like I knew they would. Julian pulls me off the counter and turns me around so that my ass is exposed to him.
“You asked for this. Don’t forget that,” he reminds me before reaching across and grabbing the spatula from my mixing bowl. With a hard whack that echoes around the room, he spanks me, not holding anything back. I can feel the wet cake batter against my hot skin as the pain registers. His words are to keep me anchored, so that I don’t unleash my instincts to fight but he needn’t have worried. I enjoy the bite of the silicone against my ass
He lightly rubs the skin, before landing another swat on my backside. Whack. This one is harder and there’s something delicious about the way my skin burns long after he’s removed his hand. Whack.
Whack. The final slap makes me groan and tiptoe so that my ass is higher in the air for him. I can almost feel him smiling even though I can’t see his face. I’ve pressed my cheek against the cool marble of the worktop, watching him. Julian Asaro is a man who never loses his cool, he’s always calm and collected. His rationality is what makes him a strategist, a thinker rather than a doer, like me. With his hair mussed, cheeks flushed, beautiful body covered in my marks and a wild look in his eyes, the man standing behind me is not the same Julian the rest of the world knows. This is Jay.
Tossing the spatula back into the bowl, he stands back to admire his handiwork. Bending down, he licks the long stripes of cake batter from my skin, his tongue hot, wet and soothing against my raw backside.
Finally, he parts my legs a little and presses himself against my opening. He teases me again, brushing over my clit mercilessly, as his cock slides through the wetness gathered between my legs. No one had ever made me as wet as Jay had tonight, and he hadn’t even fucked me yet.
Grabbing my hair, he pulls me back into his chest and kisses me. This isn’t like the others; this is him showing me that he owns my body as his tongue invades my mouth. I can barely think as he dominates my lips, sucking, biting, licking anything and everything his mouth touches. His other hand snakes around my body to cup my breast and as he rolls my nipple between his fingers, he slides inside me. It takes me a second to adjust to the size of him and I realize that’s why he distracted me. He begins to flex his hips, moving slowly in and out of my soaking wet pussy. There are no better words to describe it, because right now it feels like I’m the star in a porno. My body begins to anticipate each thrust, clenching and tightening every time he slides into me and I can feel my orgasm building within minutes.
“Whose cock is inside you right now?” he murmurs into my ear, sending a burst of pleasure down my spine.
“Yours,” I breathe, teetering on the edge of an abyss.
“And how do you feel now? Still empty?” This man was becoming obsessed with my feelings as if he was responsible for them, and I don’t know why, but I liked the idea of that.
“No. So…fucking…full.”
Smack! Another slap lands on my ass and the guttural noises I’m making fill the kitchen as he fucks me slowly, taking his sweet time. “Who’s your King, Rosie?”
I bite my lip as it feels like a wave building inside me. My body is slick with sweat as he’s worked me up into a horny frenzy, all my nerves frayed and firing after the teasing and torture. Julian was foreplay on a plate and I’d been feasting myself on him since this afternoon, when I had shown him what was on offer.
Pinching my nipple, he demands, “Answer me. Who. Is. Your. King?”
It’s the easiest question in the world. Every word punctuated with the thrust of his hips. “You are.”
His hand slides from my hair down my body to my clit, where his fingertips push me over the edge. My legs threaten to buckle as my orgasm washes over me, my body not feeling like mine anymore. He thrusts a few more times, prolonging the ecstasy just a little longer before his grip on my tit tightens and I know he’s about to shoot his load.
“Mine,” he hisses against my shoulder with his final thrust. I feel warmth as he paints my insides with his cum, his fingers biting into my skin with every little aborted hip-thrust.
Once he’s satisfied, he pulls out slowly and places his palm on the bottom of my back, pushing me gently back down onto the counter. Taking two fingers, he scoops up the cum that’s started to trail down my thighs, and pushes it back inside me with a possessive grunt.
“Mine,” he hisses once again, my chest tightening as the word brushes over my skin.
I don’t correct him.
I don’t want to.
I’ll deal with that when the sun rises.
Julian leads me upstairs into my room, bundles me into the shower, pinning me to the tiles as he lifts me. I wrap my legs around his hips and without a single word spoken between us, he fucks me again.
The way he thrusts into me is wild, without abandon as if he can’t get enough, mouth biting at my skin, fingers pinching and dragging as he tries to devour me once again. All his frustration and anger flows between us, as I call out his name, lost in waves of pleasure and pain.
He comes, filling me up like it was his life’s mission to pump so much cum into me that it started spilling out of my mouth. He held us in place against the wall, forehead against mine as his breathing returned to normal. After a few minutes, he lowers me down carefully, and does something unexpected. He washes my hair, carefully shampoo and conditioning it, before washing my body tenderly.
When we leave the bathroom, he wraps an arm around my waist. “Your turn.”
“Hmmm?” I reply, sleepily after being railed twice and having the most amazing shower.
With a grin, he tosses me on the bed and pulls away my towel. Parting my legs, he kisses up my thighs and gives me the second-best orgasm of my life, ripping it from me as I scream his name and clamp my legs around his head. Afterwards, he tucks me under the covers and slides into the bed beside me. Curling his big, warm body around mine, he holds me firmly against him as he drifts to sleep.
Once Julian is snoring softly, I untangle myself from him and make my way downstairs, being careful not to disturb him. When I first arrived here, he had confiscated all my belongings, apparently for his safety and to continue the ruse that he’d killed me, but there were still some calls I needed to make. And one person who needed to know that I was still very much alive.
Yesterday, I’d managed to swipe the gardener’s phone when I was talking to him about the roses planted near the pool, it didn’t require skill, simply nimble fingers and a sweet smile. Afterwards I tucked it away in a plant pot in the main lounge, waiting for a quiet moment where I could use it. With Jay upstairs, worn out from the multiple rounds of sex and working out some of our aggression towards one another, there wasn’t likely to be a better opportunity.
Like always, my heart thumps in my chest, every bad thing that could have happened running through my mind as I wait for her to pick up. The phone rings five times before she answers and I exhale with relief.
“Gunpowder. Gelatin. Dynamite,” I say, keeping my voice low as I curl up on the sofa with my legs beneath me, a single lamp casting out a dim glow in the room. We’d established code words and phrases for situations like this, it was just a way to ensure we were safe and free to talk if we’d been separated for more than two days.
“Hmmmm, guaranteed to blow your freaking mind,” a sleepy voice replies, before Lola yawns. “Oh, you’re still alive then?”
I snort softly, looking around the luxurious room I was currently hiding in. I wasn’t just alive; I was living in absolute heaven. “Of course I am.”
I can hear her rustling around, getting out of bed on the other end of the line. I could just imagine her, padding to her kitchen in her pajamas to grab a bottle of flavored water from her fridge before curling up on her loveseat. “He hasn’t killed you yet then?”
“Obviously,” I drawl, doing a Snape impression. Twisting a curl in between my fingers, I groan. “There’s more than one way to die, Lola.”
Silence down the line.
Lola sniggers, “You totally fucked him, didn’t you?”
“He fucked me, thoroughly.” I sigh dramatically, wiggling in my seat as I feel the burn between my legs and bruises on my skin from his fingertips.
“That sounds like dangerous territory Ro,” Lola’s voice softens, and I know she’s worried that I’m in over my head. She’s always worried when it comes to Julian. She seems to think he’s my Achilles heel or something.
There’s more silence, this time mine. And I know there’s a million things happening in those spaces. Words that should be said. Words that can’t be said. Words that hurt.
Eventually, I exhale. “I know.”
“Want to talk about it?”
Looking down at the shirt I’m wearing, a loose thread catches my eye and I pull on it. I tug and tug at it until more of it unravels. “No, what’s the point? Once he finds Daniel and we find out who’s trying to frame me, I’m out of here. I’ll probably have to lay low for a while again. But that’s nothing new.”
On the move again. Sofa surfing. Relying on my connections, my reputation or my body for a safe place to stay. It used to be exciting, I used to feel like I was being a genius, outsmarting Jay at every turn. Now it felt like I was running away.
Lola must sense the dip in my mood as she changes tactics. “What’s it like there then? His house?”
Glancing around the large room again, there’s an ache I don’t want to acknowledge. Instead, I start bragging, focusing on the silver linings of this little kidnapping. “It’s like an all-inclusive holiday! I have free reign of his mansion and all the surrounding grounds. He has a pool, beautiful garden and Lola, the kitchen is amazing. It’s fully stocked and all I’ve done is bake, swim and fuck.”
She sighs, “Sounds perfect.”
“Yeah.” It does. There’s that ache again.
“Well, at least when you leave, Julian will be fifty pounds heavier and completely enthralled with your pussy.” She chuckles, and stifles a yawn. Glancing at the clock above the fireplace, I can see it’s almost 4am, and Julian had to be up at six most days.
“Mmm. Are you and Cato alright?”
With my death being spread through The Family, I worried about them. We tried to keep our friendship hidden, meeting in private spaces or crowded ones like The Blue Caterpillar where we could hide in plain sight, but nothing was ever truly safe, not when there was a bounty on your head.
“I haven’t seen or heard from them.” There’s a pause before Lola speaks again, sounding nervous. “I’ve been thinking, I might leave town for a while, just a little bit.”
I stiffen. “Is everything okay? It’s not the stalker, is it?”
“Yeah, my past has just come knocking finally and it’s time to deal with it. Y’know? It’s nothing to do with Dante.”
“Ooooh, Dante?” I tease. Swallowing, I try to hide the worry I can feel unfurling in the pit of my stomach. Lola was a badass, like me. She could handle herself and a gun but that didn’t mean I didn’t worry about her. If she was telling me like this, instead of just dealing with it and then catching me up on the details later, it meant she thought there was a possibility she might not come back to Newtown. Or back to me. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head backwards, letting a tear run silently down my cheek. “Be safe.”
“Always.”
Chapter Fifteen
JULIAN
I wake in my bed to find Rosie on her knees between my legs. She’s completely naked, her blonde curls a messy halo around her head as she places a lazy kiss on my thigh, near one of my scars. She’s got my cock in her hands, and it’s already hard. Her mouth turns up into a sly grin as she realizes I’m awake.
“Where is the blanket?” I ask as I come around. I have never been a morning person but seeing Rosie’s tits near my dick while her ass is in the air is a hell of a way to wake up.
“On the floor.” She shrugs as she moves her fist up the length of my dick, we both watch the bead of pre-cum forming on the head.
“What are you doing?” I ask as if it isn’t obvious. She wants to play again this morning, but for how long until she decides to kill me? I thought I could handle one taste of Rosie, one night, maybe even try to use sex to tame her but yesterday proved that I couldn’t be trusted when it came to Rosalyn. I wanted more. Craved her more. And while she was playing along for now, acting like she was desperate for this too, I would be the one broken in the end.
“Paying tribute to my King.” As she drags out the word ‘king’ she flicks her tongue over the tip of my cock, making it twitch beneath her touch. She takes as much of me as she can into her mouth and sucks, hollowing out her cheeks before moving up and down on my cock like a woman desperate to taste me. I weave my hands through her hair and I don’t miss the way she hums in approval. Taking her lead, I force her down a little harder on my dick. She gags, eyes watering but she quickly adjusts as I start moving my hips upwards to match her movements. She hums again, making throaty sounds that send vibrations down my cock and make my balls clench.
Her legs part and from where I’m lying, I see her hand disappear between her legs as she brings me to the brink of losing control. Why did she have this effect on me?
“Stop,” I commanded, my voice heavy with lust. She pulls away, looking a little sad.
“Why? Don’t you want to come in my mouth?” Rosie pouts, as if I’m denying her something instead of myself.
“Yes. A million times, yes. But right now, I want to come inside you.” My words bring back her smile as she crawls up my body and slides herself onto me. She really didn’t need to be told twice, and the noise she makes as she lowers herself fully onto me almost makes me come then and there. Why her? Why did it have to be Rosie who made me feel like this? My mind blanks when she’s fully seated, and all I can feel is her hot, tight body wrapped around mine.
She moves slowly at first, and it’s mesmerizing watching the way her hips roll as she brings us both pleasure.
Placing her hands on my chest, she leans in and kisses me, her taste heady and intoxicating as she dominates every corner, every crevice of my being. Lifting her hips, she drops herself down onto my length in short bursts, tight pussy milking me as I thrust up into her.
Leaning back with her hands now resting on my thighs, she writhes and squirms on top of me, taking what she needs from me as she pushes us towards the edge of insanity. My fingers dig into her hips and she smirks before running her hands through her hair, giving me the most amazing view of her tits as they bounce.
“You keep coming inside me like this and you’re going to get me pregnant,” she teases as she moves a little faster, skin slick with sweat as she works me over.
For some reason, the animal part of my brain likes the idea of filling her up, of making her body round and heavy with my baby. She would be mine. I reach up and squeeze her tits before teasing her nipples. “I don’t care.”
She falters for a moment before continuing, harder and faster than before. “Don’t forget who we are, Julian.”
Her words bite, I haven’t forgotten, but the lines are so blurred right now as she rides me like I’m a fucking prized pony. It doesn’t take long for either of us to come, her orgasm first, and as she comes down from the high, her body clenching around mine, finishes me off. This is what sex should be like. Intense. Intoxicating. Never enough.
