Chapter 9 #2
“One of the Marked Blooms Syndicate members pulled my teeth. They’re dental implants,” she said. “Easier to maintain, of course.”
Suddenly, I got an idea—I could call Carter Care to get access to Logan’s teeth. They’d look good with the rubies from Daddy Bloom’s crown. Better fit for my queen.
But that must have been one sadistic ass mother fucker to pull her teeth.
“Who?” I asked.
“What?”
I gritted my teeth. “Who the fuck pulled your teeth, Zira?”
She jolted back for half of a beat, then tossed her head to the side. “You seem angry about it.”
I didn’t know what this was—anger, frustration, maybe even jealousy—but it was something. He had stolen that opportunity from me. What if I had wanted to do that to her? What if I had wanted to make her scream with agony from ripping out each natural tooth?
“Are you protecting him?” I growled.
She laughed, and finally, gave me a name: “Toben Astor.”
“Related to Logan?”
She nodded. “His father. We called him ‘the Dentist’ for obvious reasons. But really, I don’t care,” she said, swatting the subject away. “It’s water under the bridge.”
The bastard ripped out her teeth, and it was water under the bridge?
What exactly had she come to expect from this secret society she so desperately wanted to be in charge of?
Her father—the director—had raped her, and she had been sacrificed so many times that even getting her teeth yanked out was nothing.
Why not just burn the secret society to the ground?
“Did it traumatize you?” I asked, my voice low and penetrating. My dick twitched with blood, curious about those intimate details. I wanted to know everything.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s in the past. I don’t—”
I stepped forward, our bodies mere inches apart. Locking eyes with her, I studied her expression, trying to decipher whether she was hiding something from me.
Zira was a woman of power who hid her pain behind those guarded blue eyes. I wanted to rip off every layer until I could see every part she held back.
“Did it scar you?” I asked, my words stern.
She blinked rapidly, trying to find focus in a room full of uncertainty. “Why the hell do you care?” she snapped.
“I need to know what I’m dealing with.”
“You’re not dealing with anything. This is stupid,” she snapped. “Are you going to help me kill the other board member or not?”
I grabbed her wrists, bringing them behind her back, forcing her to arch her spine until she was pressed into me. My dick angled against her, jabbing her stomach, and her lips parted even as she glared at me.
“What’s stupid?” I asked. “Is it the fact that I’m genuinely curious about what happened to you, or is it the fact that you’re unable to face what happened?”
“Genuine,” she snarled. “What is so genuine about us using each other to get what we want?”
I smirked, then licked her cheek, leaving a trail of saliva on her skin. She tasted salty with sweat, with the faintest hint of synthetic vanilla.
“Those emotions are a bitch, aren’t they, my queen?” I asked.
Her nostrils flared. “Drop it.”
A sudden flash of anger pulsed through me. I might have obeyed her orders, but I wasn’t a dog. I held both her wrists in one hand, then slapped her—just hard enough to make a point. She glared at me, her eyes full of rage.
“Don’t you dare do that again,” she warned. But her breathing hitched, her hips pressing against me, wanting more.
I fucking loved ruining her.
I grabbed her by the hair, twisting her until her stomach flat against the tufted bench, then I kneeled down, spreading her ass cheeks.
I gazed at her dark hole, salivating. She was exquisite, each little ridge of her ass pert and delectable.
I tasted her hole as my fingers explored her slit.
I groaned; she was already wet and ready for me.
“What can’t I do to you? Tell me again,” I said. “I love it when you try to deny me.”
“You are the most irritating person alive,” she cried, and I consumed that hole, teasing her ass with my fat tongue, my long fingers sliding between her slick folds. I tasted her crevices like they were a meal from the gods. I loved eating every inch of her.
“Why? Because I see through you?” I spread her ass so far apart that her dark hole puckered, slimy with my spit. Her sopping cunt dripped down her legs. “Tell me you want me to stop. Say the word ‘stop,’ Bloomy, and I’ll do it. I’ll stop. Say it, you little bitch.”
She huffed through her mouth, her fists balled at her sides. She reached back for my head to pull me in closer to her dark hole.
“Shut up and lick me—”
“Ahh, so you like this, don’t you, my queen?” I asked. “Your husband never did this for you, did he?”
“You think I’m an anal virgin?” she laughed. “You’re not special, Hazard.”
A flicker of anger ran through me again. If I had to guess, her daddy or the other members had raped her ass, but I pushed that rage away. For now.
“But you haven’t done it like this,” I said. I slid my fingers around her dark hole, circling that ridge of muscle. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Will you shut up?” she said.
“That’s not a demand to stop, is it?” I chuckled.
I teased a finger inside of her hole to the first knuckle, letting that ring of muscle clench and loosen, squeezing around me like a cocoon.
“Tell me how it felt when the Dentist ripped your teeth out,” I said.
She flushed, her mouth hanging open like her mind was empty of intelligent thought, consumed now by only lust and need.
She couldn’t help herself. It was the exact place she needed to be so I could expose those intense emotions.
If I couldn’t be a part of it, I wanted to know every excruciating detail, whether she liked it or not.
“Tell me everything, Zira. From the way it felt, to the way he touched you when you screamed.”
“God, you’re annoying!” she screamed. “Shut up!”
“Tell me how it made you feel. It’s that simple, love.
I’m sure you remember,” I said. “Tell me how getting your teeth ripped out and replaced by something so fake tore you apart. I want to feel your anger, Zira. I want to hear the energy in your voice. I want to know exactly how badly I’m going to hurt that mother fucker.
And then, only then, will I shut the fuck up. ”
I pressed my finger in deeper, those muscular rings circling around me, her insides smooth and slick like a second skin, sucking around me.
With my other hand, I cupped her pussy, letting her grind on me like a rabid animal.
I slipped another finger into her dark hole and she bucked her hips and moaned.
“Oh god,” she said. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“Such a needy little whore, aren’t you?” I chuckled.
“Give me your cock,” she whined, her voice full of anguish. “Fuck my ass. Please,” she begged.
I loved when a woman knew what she wanted.
I stood up, keeping my fingers in her ass, using my other hand to unbutton my jeans. My dick sprung free, tenting my boxers, and I rubbed myself through the fabric, then shoved those down too, letting my cock spring to command—long, heavy, and dripping with pre-cum for her ass.
“All hail Queen Zira. Her majesty,” I mocked. I bent my knees until my dick was rubbing against her slit, my fingers still in her ass. “You don’t look like a queen now, love.”
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” she yelled.
I rubbed my long dick against her wet folds. “Tell me how the Dentist made you feel, and I’ll give you what you want, my queen. It’s an exchange. You’re a smart girl. You know how to do this.”
Her growl ripped through the room. It was the icing on the cake, shoving her own words right back in her face.
“Fuck! Fine!” she cried. “I hated it. I hate knowing that he stole my teeth from me.”
“Tell me more,” I said. I pulled my fingers out of her ass and let the head of my dick rub against that tight little hole, warmed up now, and ready for me.
“I hate that my father forced me to be a sacrifice. Again. And again. And fucking again. Knowing that the piece of shit was going to take all of my teeth.” As those words left her lips, I let the head of my cock press through that first ring of muscle, and as if a new burst of energy swelled in her lungs, she rambled on: “He acted as if paying for a new, permanent set was somehow better than my real teeth. God, I hated it all!”
“Hatred is such a useful tool,” I said. I pulled out my dick and she gasped, pressing her hips back, wanting to feel me more, but I wouldn’t let her have it.
Not yet. I relished in having this power over her when she was filled with desperation.
A queen coming undone with the need to get her ass fucked like a whore.
She whipped over her shoulder, glaring at me like I had been the one to pull her teeth.
“I hate him. I hate them both! I hate it. I hate it,” she wailed. “And I hate you!”
I rubbed the tip of my dick against her ridged hole, teasing both of us as I held my mouth open. I wanted to hear her scream so damn bad, and I was finally pleased with her response.
“So what do you want, Zira?” I growled.
“Fuck my ass like you don’t care if I like it or not.”
I pressed my cock in all the way to the hilt, a gasp swelling through her chest, a cry building in her center.
As promised, I shut up for a moment, letting my lengthy dick press through her.
Her smooth ass was like a liquid glove, fitting perfectly around me.
I steadied myself, freezing in place. She was so damn good; if I wasn’t careful, I’d be mere seconds away from coming already.
But I couldn’t stop myself from talking. I wanted to hear her panting words.
“You like having your ass filled up?” I growled.
“I do. God, I do,” she cried. “Why does it feel so good?”
“All of those sensitive nerve endings,” I said. “Reaching up, swelling to that touch. You’ve been fucked in the ass, but has it ever felt like this, my queen?”
“No. Never.”
“Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love it when you take my ass,” she whined.
And I shoved my dick in and out, again and again, until her ass clenched around me as she moaned.
Each time that primal sound erupted from her perfect mouth, I sped up, so damn eager to show her exactly how I wanted to tear her apart.
We both knew what this was. She wanted to hate every minute of it, but she needed it far too much.
And I always gave my queen what she wanted.
Finally, she convulsed, the orgasm taking her breath away like it could kill her.
I pulled out again, coming all over her ass for the second time that night.
I groaned, and she turned around, lying on the bench, smearing her furniture with my come.
It brought a smile to my face; I was staining her private rooms, leaving my mark.
Her housekeeper would clean it up, but my memory would still be there, seeping into the cushion.
“Jesus christ,” she muttered, her cheeks red with exhaustion. “What have you done to me?”
I beamed. “You just met your match.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she deadpanned.
I winked, then zipped up my pants, letting out a deep sigh. Coming was one thing, but now, we needed to talk business.
“The other board member. We need to kill him. Ernest,” I said in a low voice.
“Ernest,” she repeated. “And your sister’s killer.”
“Right.”
“What was her name?”
I thought for a moment. Would Gabby and Zira have gotten along?
Probably not. They were both too strong willed, and I’m sure Gabby wouldn’t have thought kindly of a rich woman who was hungry for more power.
But when she learned what Zira had been through, I had a feeling Gabby would have wanted her to get that throne too.
“At the very least, I need a name,” Zira said, interrupting my thoughts.
“Gabrielle Boucher,” I said. “But she went by Gabby.”