“Have I failed to show you, my queen,” I say as I kiss my way down her neck, “how much youwantto be spreading your legsfor me?”
She sucks in a ragged breath as I move my lips down her body.Pushing the flaps of her jumpsuit aside with my free hand, Ibare her bra to me.
“How you want tobedown on your knees obeying me?”
Sliding my hand down from her wrists, I cup her cheek before pushing my thumb into her mouth.I push her bra up, dragging it over her erect nipples.
I lean forward.“How much you want me to –”
“Edging!”she yelpsaround my thumb.
“Edging?”Isay flatly as Istill.“You want more –”
“No, you!”She shakes her head hard as she trembles against the wall.My thumb pops out of her mouth, buther nipples beckon to me like a siren’s song.“You edge.”
“I’ve been edging myself for days.”
“No.I edge you.”
“You edge me?”
She nods, looking anywhere but at me.
And fuckme.My cock is going to hate me, but she looks too damn adorable trying to be in control.How can I refuse my queen?
Releasing her, I step back.“Okay.”
She blinks.“Okay?”Is that disappointment in her eyes?She shakes her head.“Yes.Okay.”She scoots sideways along the wall.“You stay here, and um… I’ll see you… at the ball.”
“Til the ball!”That’s in two fucking days.
She nods feverishly.“Yes.Unless you don’t think you can handle it?”
I slam a hand into the wall in the direction she’s going, stopping her short.My other hand presses on the other side of her, caging her in again.I tilt my head to hers.“Oh, I can handle it, my queen.But come the ball, you’ll be begging me on your knees.”
She flushes even deeper than I thought imaginable.Her eyes dip to my lips, and my open palms turn into fists.I lick my lowerlip before rolling it into my mouth.As she leans in, so much damn desire in her eyes, I pull back.Step away.Take another step just to be sure I can stay in control.
“Then run back to your rooms, my queen.”
Her eyes widen, no doubt remembering the chase that led us here.
“And I will see you on the day of the ball.”
Swallowing hard, she hesitates.Then she takes off like a hare.And I watch my queen with so much damn desire of my own, that a single breath of wind will cause my cock to explode harder than it has in years.
I suck in a shaky breath, then exhale.I stand there until I can risk moving without orgasming.Then I grab my knife out of the wall, crouch down, and carve our initials, so tiny, into the inside of the tree.
Thirty-Seven
A good brownienever checks out books on murder.
These are some very specific rules…-Arienna
Dear gods, howismurdering someonethis hard?Fabia’s books alwaysmakeit sound so easy.Set fire to someone’s house.Drop a piano on their head.Drown themin their bathtub.Easypeasy.
But I live in the same house as my target.Ihighly doubt he’s going to stand on a drawn X on the floor while I lug a piano above his head.AndI just know it’llbe a terrible idea if I approach him while he’shaving a bath.Andeven if Ididdo the latter,how would I even drown himconsidering heis so much bigger than me?What, am I going to waltz in there with a toaster under my arm, pretending it’sa sex toy?
“Oh, hey, hubbie, want to close your eyes for me while I stick your schlong in a hot, warm hole?”
