Dark Queen

She’s lucky one of my men didn’t shoot her on sight.

Pulling her away from me, I grip her upper arms. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I needed air. I told you I can’t be a prisoner, Luca. You didn’t listen.” She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s making me crazy.

“There’s a reason I don’t want you going anywhere alone. Can’t you just do as you’re told?” I snap, the last hour of not knowing where she was leaving me exhausted.

“Because I’m not a damn child, Luca. I’m an equal.”

Throwing myself in the chair I found her phone in, I quirk a brow. “Sneaking out of here through a window is very childlike.”

Folding her arms, she purses her lips. “You gave me no choice.”

Leaning forward, I grab her wrist, pulling her onto my lap.

She makes a little squealing sound that awakens my cock. “You won’t like the consequences if you give me no choice,” I warn her, grasping her face and crushing my lips to hers.

When I break away, she’s breathless, her eyes brimming with lust.

“No choice to do what?” she breathes, her chest raising and falling rapidly, her need growing. She’s insatiable.

“Need to keep you safe.” I run the pad of my thumb down her jaw line, drinking her in.

The overwhelming need to touch her has my hand moving down her body. Slipping into the waistband of her pants, her body jerks when I make contact with her bare pussy.

My fingers part her lips to find her clit. Applying pressure, I circle the little bundle of nerves with the pads of my fingers, feeding from her reactions. I increase speed, my cock screaming to be inside her.

A beautiful pink tinge blushes over her cheeks, her moans growing.

“Put your fingers inside me,” she begs, but I don’t give into her.

“You don’t get to give orders. You’re a bad girl.”

Biting her lips, she tries tilting her hips to get my hand closer to her greedy hole.

A cell phone begins ringing on my desk, stealing the moment.

“That’s mine,” she says, not taking her eyes off me. Her nimble fingers wrap around my wrist, urging me not to stop.

Pulling my hand free from her pants, she gasps, “No,” making me chuckle.

Slipping her off my lap, I smack her ass and get up, walking to where the phone rings again. Hannah’s name lights up the screen.

“Are you going to answer it?” I tease, bringing my fingers to my lips and sucking her scent from them.

“Am I allowed?” she mocks, coming over and answering the call.

Gone is the glow of arousal. Her face creases in concern. “It’s okay. I’m coming over right now. Send me your address.”

She ends the call and looks up at me, shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Luca. I need to go to her.”

“No,” I growl.

Placing her hands on her hips, she shakes her head stubbornly. “I can either leave through the door or another window, but I’m leaving.” She attempts to storm toward the window, but I’m on her in a heartbeat.

“Where?” I growl.

“Where what?”

“Where do you need to go?”

Relief washes over her features. Letting out a breath, she says, “Hannah’s. She thinks she’s having a miscarriage.”

Hannah’s pregnant?

Chapter Forty

Alyssa

Jumping from the car, I attempt to run up Hannah’s garden path, but Luca grabs my arm. “Let me go first.” His cautious eyes are everywhere, as if waiting for someone to jump out on us.

The door handle gives way under his hand, opening up into her house. Faint crying can be heard from inside.

Pushing past him, I rush toward the sound, finding Hannah sitting in a bathtub, the water pink.

Luca closes the bathroom door to give us privacy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.” She sobs.

“Don’t be sorry.” I stroke down her hair, dipping my hand in to pull the plug. “We should get you to the hospital.”

Her head bounces in agreement.

Searching the bathroom I find a stack of towels, pulling one free and wrapping it around her body, I guide her to her room. “I’m going to find you something to wear.” I tell her. Moving to her closet, finding a dresser with yoga pants and a sweater inside.

Helping her put clothes on, I bite my lip, giving her a sanitary pad to line her underwear with.

“He did this to me, killed our baby.” She sniffles, swiping her eyes as fresh tears leak from them.

“Who?” I huddle around her, giving her a safe space. Her lips tremble. As they open, so does the bedroom door.

“I’ve called ahead. They’re waiting for her arrival.” Luca nods his head. Hannah’s nails pinch into my skin.

“It’s okay,” I promise her. “I’m going to come with you, okay?” Nodding her head, she allows me to help her out to the car.

Her head remains bowed, her hands clenched in her lap.

Luca’s eyes watch me the entire journey to the hospital.