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Annika doesn’t answer, she holds her hand out to one of the guards, who hands her a small knife from his belt. Without taking her eyes off Calvin Gregson’s, she grabs his penis, pulling roughly and slicing through the base with the knife. My mouth hangs open watching the inordinate amount of blood spewing from his groin. He howls and struggles against the guards still holding him. In two or three slices, his member is completely detached. The keening coming from Gregson is almost enough to make me feel sympathy for him. Almost, but not quite. His knees have given way but he’s being held up by two strapping men who are reluctant to let him fall to the floor.
One guard places his palm on Calvin’s forehead, pulling him back so he is still facing Annika’s cold stare. Without hesitation or consideration, she stuffs his severed cock in his wailing mouth and then holds his jaw shut. It briefly crosses my mind that this whole routine seems well rehearsed, everyone knew whatshe needed at every moment. Not a thought I wish to dwell on. Calvin coughs and splutters, gagging, unable to open his mouth as the guard behind him now has his palm over it. He’s still pouring blood from where his dick used to be and crying from where it’s currently choking him. Annika is covered in red, her hands coated and her soft pink suit splattered in crimson. A smudge of blood slashes across her cheek and she’s never looked more regal.
I don’t know what is happening right now. I should be horrified, I should be trying not to throw up, much like guard number three who has grown very pale and turned away from the scene. But I’m not. I’m looking at Annika and imagining her naked body, still streaked in blood as she rides me. While Calvin Gregson is right next to me chewing on his own dick, I’m trying to keep mine from punching through my jeans. I am seriously fucked up.
The mewling mess of a man next to me has paled to the point that I’m wondering if he has any blood left in his body. Annika stares at him with nothing but slight disdain then spits in his face. Turning to leave, she gives her orders over her shoulder.
“Let him bleed out then get the clean up crew in. I want you at the house tomorrow afternoon for tactical planning. Tomorrow night, we take the house on George Street.”
“Yes, ma’am,” the three of them chorus as we leave to the sound of Calvin being dropped to the floor.
As silent as we’d travelled to the holding house, we travel back much the same. I’m leaning on the accelerator, wanting to get back to the house and have Annika in my arms as soon as possible. Pulling into the garage, I screech to a halt and we both get out of the car in a hurry. Meeting at the passenger side door, we crash together. Teeth clash and tongues twine, I grab at her like a meathead, pawing and squeezing anything I can get my fingers on. Her nails rake at the back of my neck and I press myhips into hers, digging my hard on into her centre. She arches her neck so I can continue my assault on her soft skin nipping, sucking, and licking at the column of her throat.
I glance up finding the green light of the security camera and I try to wrench away from her. “We have to go inside,” I murmur into the skin at her neck. As desperate as I am for her, I won’t expose her to the cameras. Her men are trustworthy, I have no doubt, but her pleasure is mine and mine alone. I will not share.
“Okay,” she gasps.
“Get upstairs and wait for me, don’t undress, don’t wash anything, don’tdoanything but wait for me.”
She nods and slides out from beneath me, heading into the house, her heels clicking on the concrete floor of the garage. I give myself thirty seconds to cool off so I don’t come as soon as I get inside her, then I follow her into the house and up the stairs. Along the hall from Annika’s room, Guinevere is curled on the floor by the girls’ room. I know Annika would have woken her but probably didn’t want to scare the poor woman with her Carrie cosplay. I gently shake her shoulder and she blinks awake, wincing from what I can assume is stiffness in her joints.
“Check the girls are asleep and then head to your room,” I whisper to her.
She gives me a sleepy smile and nods, I leave her to it and by the time I get back to Annika’s door, Guinevere is in her own room. My queen stands at the foot of her bed, hands clasped in front of her, the blood on them dried and cracking. Kicking my shoes off and removing my socks, I step over to her and allow myself to take in the sight of her. I figure her pink suit and white blouse are ruined, given the splatter covering their front, so I have no regrets when the button of her jacket pops off as I shove it off her shoulders. Her shirt is in tatters when I rip it down the middle and kneel to unfasten the delicate buckles of her now ruined shoes. Then I move on to removing her trousers andunderwear. She’s totally naked except the blood coating both hands and wrists and the smudge on her cheek. She is stunning.
“Take your shirt off,” she croaks, the first hint of vulnerability weaving through her voice.
My lip curls. She knows she’s not in charge here. All other times, I will bow to her and cater to her every demand. But here, in this situation, her body is mine to do with what I will, she follows my command and I decide when she gets to see me.
“That’s not how we do things,rainha.”
“Please,” she whispers, and I hear the desperation in her voice. She needs me and no matter how much control I might have, I will always give her what she needs.
I step toward her so there’s barely an inch between us. “Why don’t you do it for me?”
She reaches for the hem of my t-shirt and pulls it up and over my head. I raise my arms to help her but as soon as they are clear, I grab at her waist and pull her to me, devouring her mouth with my rough and eager kisses. Seriously, how have I not been kissing all this time? But then again, I’m sure that no one would have kissed like Annika.
I wrap my arms firmly around her waist and lift her, she doesn’t move her legs so as I walk us to the bathroom, her feet are dangling just a couple of inches above the ground. Walking us straight into the giant shower cubicle, I switch on the water, and it pulses out freezing cold for a second, stealing a gasp from Annika’s sweet mouth, which I quickly swallow up.
“You still have your jeans on,” she mumbles against my mouth, her tits are pushed delectably against my chest and her skin is slick from the water cascading over her subtle curves.
“Take them off me,rainha.” I set her down, grip the hair at the top of her neck, and guide her to her knees.
I very much liked the idea of fucking Annika covered in the blood of our enemy but something in the back of my mind isscreaming about venereal diseases and I think it best to get cleaned up before we bring other bodily fluids into the mix. Now, I’m glad I did because Annika on her knees, her makeup less than perfect from our kisses and the water, and her hair wet and sticking around her face is a sight I can never get enough of. She keeps those crystal blue eyes on mine as she pops the button of my jeans and gives them a firm tug down. The water has made them cling to my legs so it’s not quite elegant as she pushes them all the way to my ankles, and I hurriedly step out and kick them back out of the shower.
When she lowers the waistband of my light grey boxers, my dick jumps free, nearly poking her in the eye. She gives me a slow and seductive smile and licks her bottom lip making my hard length bob in appreciation. One delicate hand encircles my base as she dips her head forward to take the tip of me into her hot mouth. Her eyes are fixed on me, but I can’t help but close mine and let my head fall back on a groan.
“So fucking good,” I pant, prying my eyelids back so I can continue looking at her. “You like sucking my cock,rainha?”
She nods enthusiastically, my dick still firmly between her lips.
“You can bring any man to his knees,” I rasp, cupping her jaw in my large hand. “But you will fall to yours for me, won’t you?”
Another nod has my cock shaking with her movements.
“Fuck,rainha,” I hiss. “I’m going to fuck your face now, okay?”
She only has time for one shallow nod before I move my other hand to her face and tilt her chin to get her to the angle I want.
