Damaged Queen (Darkness Within Duet 2)

“How good is she?” Draven asked.

“She’s good. So good. Fuck, that feels nice. I’m going to come soon. So close.”

Harper had already felt a change within him, and as he got close, she lifted off his cock so just the tip was inside.

He flooded her mouth with wave upon wave of cum. She didn’t swallow it, even as she wanted to.

When he’d finished and pulled from her mouth, she tilted her head back, opening her lips so that Draven saw what she’d done. Once he saw, she did no more than swallow Axel’s load, wiping her mouth of the remnants on her chin.

Tears in her eyes, she refused to cry again. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Within a matter of seconds, she felt dirty.

“What happened?” she asked.

Before he got himself under control, Harper was sure she’d surprised him.

“The mass shooter in the mall killed Buck with a single bullet. It hit his neck, and he lost too much blood. He was in a coma for a couple of days before dying. He got an infection, and the doctors couldn’t control it. The truth was, he died in the mall. With Jett, he met his end brutally. He was searching for you, and seeing as he wasn’t paying attention because of the orders I’d given him, he ended up dead as well. Tortured and killed. It wasn’t a happy ending for him.”

“Oh.” Harper got to her feet, and without a second glance, left the room.

Chapter Six

“Are you trying to break her?” Axel asked.

Draven stared at the spot where Harper had been kneeling just a few minutes ago. Where she had a mouth full of Axel’s cum.

Yes, he’d been testing her. He’d been curious exactly how much she wanted to know what happened to Buck and Jett.

“She’s not here for a celebration, Axel. I’m going to break her, you know that.”

“Why use Buck and Jett?”

“She ought to know she’s the cause of both of them dying.”

“There’s no way you could have saved either of them.”

“Oh, yes, there is. Jett didn’t have to go hunting for any fucking lead he had on Harper. Did he? No. His death is my fault, and let’s talk about Buck. That fucker started shooting, and I ran for the bathrooms to check on Harper. All this time she’s been in our enemies’ arms, helping to steal girls, and fucking her way through an army of men. You think I don’t think about Jett and Buck every single fucking day? I picked her, Axel. Me. I fucking picked her.”

“For fuck’s sake, Draven. I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this, but I guess I’ll keep on going until you understand it clearly. Buck and Jett were not your fault. You didn’t cause their deaths. Not even a little!”

“I could have done something.”

“What could you have done?” Axel stood up, putting his dick away. “Buck was bleeding profusely from his wound. What could you have done about that? There was no stopping it. He was dead already. The only thing you could have done was to stand around, helpless, just like Jett and I did. You think that’s easy? You went to search for Harper, who magically disappeared.” Axel shook his head. “If you must know I wished I’d gone to check on her.”

“You don’t mean that,” Draven said.

“Yes, I do. You think it’s easy for me to go to sleep at night? To know that my best friend died because I couldn’t help him? I tried to stop the blood flow, but it kept on coming. I couldn’t make him better. I watched Buck die, and all the time, he was begging. ‘Tell me it’s not bad, Axel. I don’t want to die. I don’t. I want to have kids. A life.’ Fuck.” Axel stormed to the drinks cabinet and pulled himself out a bottle of whiskey, taking a large gulp directly from it. “You don’t have those memories, and where you fucking hate them, I wish I had yours. I wish I only had that fear of knowing Harper was gone. Not the reality of how fucked Buck was and the fact he knew this was the end of the line for him.”

“Axel.”

“No. I don’t want to fucking talk about it right now. I just had that woman’s mouth around my dick and swallow my fucking cum to find out what happened to two of her friends. I think you’re forgetting that all within one day she’s nearly been raped, found out two of the men she has printed on her back are dead, and she had to strip and suck to find out what happened. It’s really clouding my fucking head, because, Draven, think about it. If she really didn’t give a fucking shit about them, why would she do that, huh? Why?”