Damaged Queen (Darkness Within Duet 2)

He held them up like an offering, teasing the nipples. They were so sensitive that with a few strokes, she nearly came.

“Do you have any idea what it is you do to me?” he said, biting her neck, sucking on the pulse that beat rapidly.

“I’ve got an idea.”

He laughed. “Babe, you don’t have a clue.”

His cock pressed against her back, getting harder and thicker with every passing second.

“I want to fucking own you. To take you and make you mine, over and over again.”

He licked her pulse and then released her tits, pushing the dress down past her hips to pool at her feet. Draven didn’t waste time as he grabbed her panties and tore them from her body, throwing them to the floor like scraps.

One of his hands slid between her thighs, cupping her pussy, and his fingers teased through her slit. Each stroke against her clit had her moaning, spreading her thighs for him.

Draven let her go once again, and she growled her frustration.

“Please, Draven,” she said.

“I love it when you beg.”

He grabbed her hand and moved her toward the bed. Only, it wasn’t to go to the bed. He stood in front of a mirror.

Draven pulled her in front of him.

“Look at you. Look at how beautiful you are. You can belong to me, all of me. You only need to say the words.” He kissed her neck.

His hands stroked her body, and he sat them down on the edge of the bed. The mirror was in the corner, large and imposing, but easy to move as well if they wanted. She couldn’t help but wonder if that was the hotel’s intention. For couples who wanted to watch themselves, they could look in the mirror and see.

Draven sat her on his lap and spread her thighs wide, putting her legs on the outside of his so he had control in opening them.

“Look at that pretty pussy.” His hand lay on her stomach, and she did as he said, looking at the evidence of her arousal.

While she was completely naked, he was still fully dressed. Draven touched her pussy again, and this time, she watched as he teased her clit. He’d stroke her nub before moving down to fill her pussy. She whimpered, wanting him to get her to orgasm, not to keep on teasing her.

Actually, she wanted him naked like her.

There was so much she wanted, and yet, she couldn’t move, not until he touched her some more.

Draven chuckled against her ear.

“Do you even have any idea what you do to me?” he asked. He pushed three fingers inside her, and he thrust against her ass.

“I’ve got an idea,” she said.

His cock was so hard. She lifted herself up off his lap and turned toward him. She pushed his hand away from her pussy and attacked his shirt.

She tore the fabric open, and the buttons spilled onto the floor, popping off in her need for him.

He let out a chuckle but didn’t make any move to stop her.

She was the one in charge here. Her, not him. Running her hands over his body, she loved the look of him. The power of him. The ink that decorated his chest.

She saw her name painted on his flesh. The name that pointed to the other three that bound her to him.

When it came to Draven, she was lost. She wanted him and hated him.

Part of her also wanted to run and another wanted to stay, to prove to him she was a fighter, that she’d had no desire to leave all those years ago.

She never wanted to go.

It was his father who caused it.

Just thinking about Alan filled her with so much rage. He’d won on every single battle so far. The war, it was still raging, and she wouldn’t let him win that.

When it came to Draven, she would be the one to win.

Tugging down his pants after releasing his belt, he let out a chuckle. “If you wanted to get me naked all you had to do was say.”

“I want to get you naked.”

He helped her, pushing down his pants and boxers until he was completely naked. His cock stood out. The tip was wet, and she couldn’t go another second without tasting him, without taking him.

She moaned as she did, sucking and licking at his cock.

“Fuck, Harper, that feels so good.” He drove into her mouth, pumping his hips, making her take all of it.

She swallowed him down, gagging a little on the length until she got used to tasting him. He held the back of her neck as he pumped within her.

As she stared up the length of his body, his gaze was locked on her. They both had the power over each other. Neither of them gave up the fight.

“You’re so fucking good,” he said. “That’s it, babe. Take my cock. Suck it.”