20. Every Queen Has Rules
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Every Queen Has Rules
Vexen: 2024
I watch as she moves around her bathroom in the ridiculous pajamas, reminding me of when we were kids. Although, back then, she didn’t have the luscious curves that make a game out of taunting me. I can barely look at her without my mouth watering and my dick saluting.
She grabs her phone from the counter and turns to leave. Her eyes flair when they land on me. “Leave, or I’ll call the cops,” she deadpans, bending over to grab her phone from the floor where she’d dropped it.
“We aren’t done talking,” I tell her calmly, ignoring her stupid threat.
She leans in the bathroom doorway, mocking me as I block her escape, causing a round of deja vu to hit. Taking us right back to where we were earlier today.
I’ve known our entire life this spitfire belongs to me. The history of our bloodlines has been ingrained so deep that it’s become a second skin. Smothering every other desire until all I’ve craved is her and the numbness I know her darkness will bring.
Rowland was the first of the founding four ever to betray the ‘Unity’ as they liked to call themselves. He protected Opal, allowing her to slip away and take what belonged to me. All because he was too embarrassed to admit he’d lost. The Sterling name would fall from its graces and be replaced with another, bonding the two wealthiest families in River’s Edge.
After he paid to gain the vote of the majority, Opal left town with her tail tucked between her legs, and Hendrix had no choice but to allow it.
Fucking coward.
Carney was a replacement. They called her a gift . When really, she was nothing more than a useless toy for me to play with while I waited for the time to come when I could rectify the bullshit agreement Rowland made.
I’m the first of the new generation to turn eighteen. Next will be Gage, and the two others are jokes that don’t even attend Edge. So fuck what they have to say. It stung when I found out Zeke wouldn’t be sitting beside me.
He should have kicked Zoey’s ass out of the way and been born first .
When they were born, everyone scrambled because they’d never had a set of twins born into the Unity. From the stories I’ve heard, Zeke’s dad fought pretty hard. But, in the end, age won. Meaning, Zoey would be bonded with Gage. It’s all stupid bullshit. What really matters is the amount of money the families have. Gage is being forced to take Zoey’s last name, all because the Lusk’s bank account ranks higher than the Roth’s.
I’ve waited patiently, watching from a distance, listening to Hendrix's and my dad’s worthless excuses every time my patience started to wear thin. The toy I was given did nothing but infuriate me with the constant whining.
I’m not an idiot. My dick’s never touched that trap.
Being the King means you hear everything, so of course, I heard her ignorant plans of getting herself knocked up.
Trap with a capital T!
Which is why my hand is getting tired and my dick’s raw. I wouldn’t even let that idiot swallow. You can’t play pretend if you don’t have the goods to prove it.
Period!
Now that Onyx is back in my grasp, I’m done playing games. I should've been the only one to touch her, which is why I’ll destroy anyone who even thinks about what’s mine.
For the record: that Franky guy screamed like a bitch.
She strolls towards me, her eyes challenging mine, close enough I can count the golden flecks glowing like tiny flames melting the caramel. The thought she thinks she’ll win proves her lack of knowledge is astounding.
“Leave. I’m tired of looking at your ugly face,” she hisses, ass swaying, waking up my dick, forcing it to pay attention as she saunters away from me. My mouth watering like a starved man, hungry for a taste of her wickedness.
Her dark hair trails down her back, begging my fingers to wrap around it. Two strides, and I reach her, fisting her soft strands before yanking her back until she falls against my chest.
“Let go,” she groans, pressing against the lead I’m sporting for her. “What are you doing?” she hisses angrily.
Licking the tiny bruises I marked her with earlier. “I think I like these. Maybe we should tattoo them so everyone knows who holds your leash,” I taunt beside her ear.
“Fuck you and your leash. I’m not a dog,” she growls.
My free hand slips gently up her side. “Such a pretty pet,” I rasp, biting her ear lobe.
She tries unsuccessfully to hide the breathy moan escaping her. “I’m not a possession.”
I walk her to her bed, stopping us at the end. “Knees. On the bed,” I order, smacking her ass into gear, ignoring her statement.
“Asshole,” she mumbles, crawling onto the mattress.
“Should I start there?”
“Fuck you,” she breathes.
“Not tonight,” I inform her, shoving her head down to the bed, which forces her ass into the air. With my free hand, I slide her pajama pants down, revealing her plump cheeks. And when I see she’s bare for me, a growl vibrates deep in my chest.
“Vex,” she gasps, fisting the comforter, shoving her glistening peach higher, begging to be tasted.
How quickly the Queen falls.
“Tell me what you want,” I order, tightening my hold on her.
“Fu —”
My thumb slips through her wetness, stifling her words. “I couldn’t hear that. Let’s try again. What do you want?” Rubbing circles over her swollen clit.
She wiggles under my grasp. “I can’t,” she whines softly.
I press harder, leaning down to take a bite of her heated skin. “You can,” I urge.
She shivers, spreading her knees as far as the stupid pants she’s wearing allow. “I hate you.” She shivers.
Removing my thumb before she can protest, I flatten my tongue, licking her from start to finish, savoring her sweet juice coating my tongue. Jerking her by her hair until she’s on her knees again, twisting her neck so she’s forced to look up at me. I see her pupils are blown as she releases a shaky breath.
“Let’s play, little spade. No looking. No touching. Don’t even think about anyone but me. I am your world. I own every inch of you,” I warn, clearly laying out all the rules. “And,” I whisper, biting her bottom lip. “If you touch my pussy.” Cupping her in my hand. “I’ll chain you to this fucking bed and make you beg to cum.” Releasing her hair, shoving her away.
She races into the living room as I’m pulling on my hoodie. Something white flies past my face. “Get. Out!” she shouts, grabbing something else off the shelf beside her to hurl at my head.
I lean to the right, dodging whatever it is, and hear it crash against the floor. “Nice arm,” I tease, shaking my head at her flustered rage.
“Go choke on your rules !” she yells, throwing a picture frame that shatters against the wall, inches from my face.
Twisting the doorknob, turning to steal one last look at her crazed beauty. Feeding off her anger. “I’ll pick you up in the morning at seven. Don’t make me wait.” Winking at her stunned face before slamming the door behind me, barely containing the laughter building inside me.
The King’s always six moves ahead.