Loose strands of red hair fall down her practically bare shoulders when she violently shakes her head. “That’s not it at all, Nikolai. You misinterpreted what I said.”
Not even thinking, I brush away the curl hiding the bite marks on her shoulder. Justine flinches, but not in a bad way. She loves that I love her scars, and that makes me want to love and protect her even more fiercely than I already do.
I can still recall the testosterone that pumped through my veins the first time I saw her in a spaghetti-strapped top that exposed her scars. It was fortunate my head was in game mode or nothing would have stopped me taking her on the hood of my car at the front of the compound. Her outfit was simple: a pair of white cuffed shorts with a fitted red shirt, but it was the confidence radiating out of her that sent my head into a tailspin. She was fucking ravishing, as beautiful as anahren—my ahren.
“Don’t ever hide from me,”I whisper in Russian.
The anger in Justine’s eyes transforms into love. “Never, Nikolai. Just like I’d never hide you. I love you. Nothing willeverchange that.” She wraps her arms around my waist before burrowing her head into my chest. “I talk about you all the time. My mom is dying to meet you. I just don’t want it to happen here.” She waves her arm around our room. “Even if you’re born for this business, it’s a lot to take in.”
Hearing nothing but honesty in her tone, I try to lighten the mood. “What’s wrong with our home?” My question is more facetious than angry. “You seem to have forgotten how many times you’ve screamed my name in this very room the past twelve months,Ahren.” Her fist lands in my stomach. Because she’s only playing, I let it slide. “Do you need a reminder of all the fun we’ve had here?”
The lust thickening my tone quickly changes our confrontation from volatile to needy. I'm not the only one noticing the change in temperature. Justine raises her eyes to mine as her teeth rake her bottom lip. Just like her gallop down the courthouse stairs earlier tonight entranced every man within a five-mile radius, I'm under her spell within seconds.
Recognizing she has me trapped, she murmurs, “I don’t need a reminder, Nikolai. I just need a little understanding.”
“Ahren. . .” I drawl out in warning at her attempt to revisit our conversation.
Blood pumps through my body hard and fast when she steps back to wrangle the hidden zipper in her skirt. Even knowing she’s using my attraction to her against me, I watch her with reverence. With my eagerness to fuck her earlier tonight keeping her clothed, my eyes missed scanning a body too stunning to be deemed anything less than perfect. I’m not willing to set aside my desires for a second longer.
After slipping her skirt off her milky white thighs, Justine's attention shifts to her red bustier shirt. Since it has a built-in bra, her lush tits fall to her chest within seconds of her unknotting the red material binding it together.
Striving not to interrupt her sexy striptease, I clench my fists at my side. Thank fucking fuck I'm the only one showing restraint. Justine is just as eager to get this party started as me.
Faster than I can growl at the wetness between her legs, she dumps her bustier onto her skirt, then raises her eyes to mine. The desire to hunt and conquer smacks into me hard and fast when she stands before me as naked as the day she was born with her hands as free and relaxed as her eyes. Not an ounce of coyness has invaded her.
“Look at you,Ahren, with more confidence than a queen.” My voice is rough, as if I’ve just woken. I’ve been awake longer than the sun, so it’s not the cause of my groggy tone. It is myahren, my gift from heaven for surviving years of atonement, lowering herself to her knees in front of me.
"Yes, because of you, Nikolai. The way you make me feel, the way you cherish me. I wouldn't be half the woman I am without you."
I almost interrupt, but she continues talking, foiling my attempt to tell her she's always been perfect. My attention merely revealed the woman hiding behind her strong, determined eyes. "And tonight I'm going to worship you just as eagerly."
Her unique-colored eyes lift to mine as her hands work on my belt. They relay her every thought: her hunger, her wish to make me feel as revered as only she can, but, unfortunately, they also expose that her earlier pleas haven't been forgotten. They've been merely placed on the backburner while she succumbs to the heady scent of lust brewing between us.
Although I’m seconds from having my cock sucked, our conversation can’t wait. “I can’t protect you there,Ahren.I can’t keep you safe.”
"Yes, you can," Justine replies before lowering my pants’ zipper. "Because you are the king, and I am your queen. We kneel for no one but each other."
She frees my cock from my trousers, its thick buoyancy complementing the fire in her tone. She spoke like a true queen, like a woman born to lead. She took her place at my side the instant she removed my knife from Vladimir’s chest, but tonight is the first time she’s sat on her throne.
After taking in a bead of precum cresting at the peak of my cock, Justine’s eyes return to mine, wordlessly seeking permission to unleash her innermost desires.
“Take what you need,Ahren.I’ll never keep anything from you.” My last three words come out in a groan from her tongue skimming across my knob.
Her velvety tongue flicks the slit in my cock four times before she guides her pillowy lips down my shaft. She takes me into her mouth as far as she can without gagging before drawing me back out. While her hand works the sections of my cock missing out on her mouth, I gather her wavy locks in my fist, revealing a visual capable of bringing the strongest man to his knees.
My queen is on her knees, sucking my cock so fiercely, she’s seconds away from extracting the marrow from my bones.
A lesser man may confuse her eagerness to give head as a tactic to force me to submit, but I know that isn't the sole reason she's devouring me like she can't get enough. Right now, she's responding more to the needs of her body than her heart. Furthermore, she's aware she doesn't need to get on her knees to have me granting her every wish. She merely needs to ask.
My lips part for much-needed air as my body stiffens. It isn't the delicious gag tearing from Justine's throat causing my body's response; it's realizing I'm a hypocrite. I begged for understanding when Justine discovered I was engaged to Malvina, and how do I repay her for weeks of torture and months of understanding? I fail to give her the same level of empathy.
That’s fucked. I was raised on broken promises and misguided morals. I won’t let the same issues stain my relationship. I’ve pledged time and time again that Justine will want for nothing when she became my queen; now I must uphold my vow.
“IfI agree to this,Ahren, there will be no holds barred. We'll take a crew with us — a full team of my best men. You won't be out of my sight for a single minute, do you understand?"
When Justine fails to respond to my question, I tighten my grip on her hair, weakening her greedy pace. Her tongue swirls around my knob as her lusty eyes lift to mine. She's so hungry for my cum, she's forgotten why she's on her knees to begin with.
“Soon, Justine. Very soon,” I growl in ecstasy, the yearning in her eyes deserving of an unrestrained reply.
