Damaged Queen (Darkness Within Duet 2)

“We know what she’s capable of. Don’t for a second think we matter to her. She’s vulnerable, and using whatever means she can, to make us care,” Draven said.

“You know … fuck it, forget it. Right now, I need a drink and to not talk or remember shit. Her being here, it’s bringing back a whole load of memories I don’t want.”

Axel took his whiskey and left the room.

Draven sat in his own misery while he thought about Harper. When she asked about Buck and Jett, as he knew she would, he’d intended to let her know what her absence caused. He never anticipated this, feeling like he’d gone too far.

You haven’t gone too far.

Harper’s going to pay.

It had been a long day, and he wasn’t about to feel sorry for what he’d done. Harper was no longer his queen, no longer important to him in any way. She was going to pay for what she did.

Besides, the evidence of her arousal, of how much she enjoyed sucking Axel off was on his fingers.

Finishing his glass of whiskey, he got to his feet and made his way to her room. He stood outside her door, hand poised to knock when he stopped.

Why was he knocking? This was his room. Running a hand down his face, he knew she was messing with his head.

The guards had seen her naked. He didn’t know why he didn’t think of that, but she’d run out of the office without her damn shirt.

Fuck.

Opening the door, he stepped into the room, and saw it was empty. He heard the shower, and he decided against waiting for her.

Removing his clothes, he dropped them to the floor, not caring about the mess he made.

Completely naked, he made his way to the bathroom and found her in the shower, curled up in a ball, sobbing.

The old Draven wouldn’t have been able to stand her tears.

He didn’t give a shit.

At least he knew she felt something, anything.

“Why are you here?” she asked, lifting her head. “Get out. Just leave. Get out.”

He stepped into the shower stall, and she got to her feet.

Fire flashed out of her eyes as she glared at him. “Why won’t you listen to me?” She slapped his arm, his hand, and then growled. “Please, just leave. I want you to leave.”

He had no intention of leaving.

Grabbing the soap, he covered his hands, and started to work the soap on her body. All the time, she kept on pushing him away until he held her with her back against his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere. You need to understand that. You belong to me. You’re mine, and if I want to shower with you, I’ll fucking shower with you. Do you understand?”

“I hate you.”

“Again, I don’t give a fuck if you hate me or not. Life is not fair. Deal with it.”

He ran the soap down her body, cupping her tits, sliding down to her stomach, stroking through the curls of her pussy before going to her ass.

When he finished, he handed her the soap.

“I’m not washing you.”

“You will wash me or I’ll make you go out there and suck a guard off. You should be nice to me, I know Axel is clean.”

“Fuck you.”

“Is that what you want? You want one of my guard’s dicks inside you?”

“Screw you.”

He smiled. Her fire was back. She wasn’t backing down. Harper was no coward and certainly not one to shy away from a fight.

“Maybe I should bring another woman in here to show you how I like to wash?” he asked.

He saw the jealousy in her eyes, the anger.

“If you’d not like me to find someone to tutor you in washing me.”

She grabbed the soap, and he liked that she got jealous, that she didn’t like the thought of another woman washing him, touching him.

Harper’s hands ran all over his body, soaping him.

She wouldn’t look at him, and he was okay with that. The anger emanating off her slowly diminished as she washed his body. He smiled as she got to his cock.

He was human, and when it came to Harper, he’d never been able to think straight with her. She was his one weakness.

She hesitated and finally, after a few seconds, touched him. Her hand was on his cock, running up and down the length, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the bulbous head.

Up and down her hand moved.

Pressing her against the corner of the shower, he tilted her head back with a finger beneath her chin, staring into her eyes.

She’d always had such beautiful eyes, blue. His little fire and ice queen. He slid a finger down her neck, resting against her pulse to see how rapidly it beat. Over and over, against his fingers.

Down he slid to circle one of her nipples, round and round, to move toward her other nipple. He cupped both of her tits, pressing them together, and leaned forward to take them into his mouth.