“Then what are you doing, Felix? Have me. Take me right here.”
“What about Jaine? I don’t think she’d approve.”
Caroline leaned her head up, tracing her nose up his neck, stopping when her lips were against his ear. She licked, pulling the lobe into her mouth. “I’m her queen. Who is she to deny me? Besides, she doesn’t need to know.”
That snapped his control. Hands went to her hips and trailed up to her breasts. She leaned back, and he caught her mouth in a crushing kiss. He pulled away and ran his hands up the center slit of her gown, slipping his thumbs under the band of her undergarments. Tugging, he had them free and at her ankles. “I’ve been dreaming of this,” Felix moaned, pushing a hand between her legs, testing her readiness.
“Me, too,” she breathed. He’d know why soon enough.
His muscled arm swept dishes off the table, and they clattered to the floor. Lifting her up, he seated her on the cleared surface as he continued to trail steamy kisses down her throat and on the breast he’d tugged free of her bodice.
“Felix,” Caroline ground out. “You never stopped wanting me?”
“Never,” he growled.
She tossed her head back as he worked his fingers inside her. Gods, if it didn’t still feel good. She hated him, but that didn’t change the sex, apparently.
“Then what are you waiting for? Take me,” she commanded.
Felix pulled his hand from her and popped open the laces of his trousers, springing his angry erection free. By the looks of his seized-up balls, it had been a while.
He pressed into her without hesitation, filling her. “So good. I needed this. Needed you, Caroline.”
He claimed her mouth as he pumped into her, gently at first, then with increasing urgency. She pulled away again, squeezing her thighs around him, encouraging him to keep going.
They watched each other as he worked, building their rhythmic pleasure. “I needed this too, Felix.” Caroline moaned as her body approached its climax. Not yet, she urged her body to settle. She hadn’t been with anyone since Felix. Taking another to bed hadn’t felt right until she settled her score.
A satisfied glint shone in Felix’s eye, and she suspected his ego was relishing in the thought of a queen ashislover. It likely made him feel powerful, like a god. They were panting with the effort now, and she looped an arm around his neck to hold herself in place as he ground into her. “Did you ever think of me when you’re with her?” she asked between breaths.
“Yes,” he groaned.
“How often?” Caroline cried out as the first burst of pleasure swept through her. It wasn’t as electric as it had been before the betrayal, but the sensation was enjoyable nonetheless.
“Every. Fucking. Time,” he answered, hammering his last strokes before he stiffened over her, convulsing with his own waves of pleasure which she imagined were much more satisfying than her own.
She leaned back, resting her elbows on the table, and smiled up at Felix standing between her legs, imagining himself to be king. This was going to be so much better than the orgasm.
She released her hold on Jaine.
The hutch’s double doors flew open, slamming with a crack against the wall. The pregnant woman stumbled down from her enclosure, tripping over the items from the table that were scattered about the floor. Caroline had removed the shelves normally inside and compelled the woman into the cabinet, silencing her with a thought.
An expression of horror was etched across Jaine’s features. She’d heard every word. Jaine put a hand to her mouth and gagged, as she gaped at her husband. The rage directed toward Felix made Caroline wonder if the other woman was capable of murder. Had she’d misjudged the wife and they should have disposed of Felix together and become friends?
No.She huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Please move, Felix.”
His limp cock slid from her entrance as she shoved him away. He was dumbstruck and jolted back, as if only now realizing what had happened. Caroline’s grin was so wide it hurt as he took her in.
“Did you really think you could scorn a queen, especially one with my penchant for consequences, and get away with it, Felix?”
Retching drew both their attention. Jaine had one hand on the wall, the other holding her own hair back and was bent over, spewing foul bile on the floor.
Felix darted his eyes between the two women, seeming unable to decide whether to lash out at Caroline or help his wife. Attacking the queen would be of no use, so he rushed to his wife’s side.
“Don’t. Touch. Me,” she bit out between heaves. Felix’s hands paused in mid-air hovering around his wife. He turned and stared daggers back at Caroline, who’d grabbed a linen napkin and was cleaning herself off as if she hadn’t just shattered their marriage.
Jaine pushed herself away from the wall, taking care to step around the items on the floor and Felix. Her lips were peeled back in a hideous sort of craze, and she bolted toward the table, wrapping her fingers around a carving knife.
Caroline tilted her head as she studied the woman. This was providing much more entertainment than she expected. She set the cum stained napkin aside and met Jaine as she approached her. Felix wrapped his hands around his wife’s waist, trying to pull her back, but Caroline stilled him, curious to see what Jaine would do. The women took two paces toward each other, and Jaine lifted the tip of the blade to Caroline’s throat swifter than she might have expected.
