Dark Queen

“What do you want from me?” I choke out. His hand tightens, cutting off my airway.

His hard cock pushes against my spine, and I think I might pass out.

I reach for his arm, clawing for freedom, but he only growls, deep and animalistic into my ear. My pussy responds, throbbing, soaking my lips.

“Stop wiggling around like you don’t want to be right here with my cock so close to your needy cunt, little ballerina,” he snaps. I can’t help my body fighting; I’m craving freedom and captivity all at the same time.

“Why are you wearing this?” He bears down on me, his hand slipping from my hair, creeping around my torso, and skimming the waistband of my pants.

Air floods into my lungs as his other hand loosens from around my throat and the heat flees my back. He paces the floor, moving farther away as I turn around.

Yanking at his tie, he fists his hands, turning to face me. “What the hell are you doing in this place?” he demands.

“Helping out a friend. Why does it bother you so much to see me here?” I exhale, still a little breathless.

“You don’t belong here,” he snarls.

Blowing out a breath, I run my hands down my body. “I think I pull it off, and the tips would suggest the same.”

“Don’t play games, little girl,” he warns, his jaw clenching.

I should be terrified, but he’s so fucking beautiful my insides squirm to be closer to him.

My body coming alive responding to him like he’s a conductor and I’m a slave to his music.

“Why? Games can be fun.” I wet my lips, every inch of me on fire.

I’m provoking the beast. I know it’s dangerous, but I’m willing to play for survival…I’m just not sure whose.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Luca

Her face was the last thing I expected to see at the club tonight. It’s like the universe is testing me.

Being around her is like stumbling in the dark. She does something to me, takes control of my body and makes me want to be a different person.

I’m not a different person, though.

And someone out there wants to take things I care about.

Until their blood coats my hands, she can’t be near me.

I can’t keep myself from gravitating toward her whenever she’s in my vicinity—and that’s dangerous for her.

She glares at me, a mix of hate and lust in her green eyes. The leather outfit is skin-tight, showing me everything there is to unwrap and discover beneath.

She stands out amongst the other women. She doesn’t belong, and every man knows it. She’s royalty—something special to treasure.

“Why do you look at me the way you do?” I ask, having to fight the fiend inside from taking a big bite out of her.

“What way is that?” She licks her bottom lip, and my pulse jumps.

“Like you’re hungry,” I growl, wanting to feed her my fat cock deep past those plump lips and down the back of her throat.

“I’m not hungry, Luca,” she purrs, her hand gripping her throat over the marks I left there, her brow crashing down. “I’m starving,” she all but whines.

“Famished—desperate for you to fill me up.” Her chest rises and falls, her breath coming out in needy little pants.

“With what?” I stalk her, slow, predatory.

“With you! Everything that is you,” she exhales.

“You’re how villains are made, little ballerina,” I growl. “Tempting fate, wanting to play with the wicked.”

The corner of her lips twitch. She tugs at the string on the corset she’s wearing, and the front comes apart, exposing her pert tits and hard, rosy nipples.

My cock strains against my slacks, begging me to take my fill.

“I am the wicked,” she tells me, allowing the material to fall to the floor.

The heat of her skin warms my own, her body so close I can taste her scent over my tongue.

Tension cords every muscle within me, if we give in to this, I’m not sure we’ll recover.

Heady desire pulses through my veins, warming my chest and thickening my cock.

I place a hand on her chest, feeling the wild beat of her heart. Skimming my palm over her nipple causes her to suck in a breath. I want to bite and tease them.

Just a little fucking taste.

I grab her under the arms, and her legs wrap around my waist as we crash against the office door.

Her bare tits press against my shirt, eyes dance with anticipation. Her mouth parts slightly, glistening with a swipe of her tongue.

I crash my lips against hers, consuming her. She tastes sweet and deadly. The soft thickness of her lips caress mine. Our tongues spar for dominance. Hands pull at my hair, desperate for a deeper connection.

I drag my teeth across her lip and bite down until she cries out. Her body shudders against mine, and I thrust my hard length into the apex of her thighs, seeking the heat of her cunt.