Chapter 15 A Fatal Mistake #2
I hummed. “The way you were ready to defend me, to fight for me. Do you know what it makes me want to do to you right now?”
His throat bobbed, his eyes lingered on my lips. “Please, do tell.”
“First, I want to strip you out of these.” His belt buckle clicked as I undid it and loosened the buttons on his trousers.
I yanked them down, along with his undergarments, quickly greeted with how excited my words made my bodyguard. His clothes pooled around his ankles, and my gaze dipped to consume every inch of him. We stood so close I could feel his hard cock pressing against the bottom of my stomach.
“What comes next?” His voice was a low whisper, almost like if he spoke too loudly it would shatter my rare moment of generosity.
I brought Landon’s hands to my chest, allowing him to grope me. He bit on his lip hard as he kneaded my breasts. A bead of blood pooled along his bottom lip, making me brush a finger against it to collect his blood.
I sucked the crimson drop into my mouth, and my bodyguard’s eyes swiftly turned into an inferno of desire while watching me suck on my finger.
A loud pop sounded as I released my finger from my lips, now dragging it down his chest and toward my next surprise. “Next, I’m going to touch you.”
“But, you’ve never touched me—” He started, but he stilled upon me glancing at him with an arched brow.
I ceased my downward pursuit. “Should I stop?”
“No.” The word rushed out of Landon, and he shook his head as if the motion could erase his foolishness.
My delighted hum wrapped around us as I began to pump him in my hand. My bodyguard moaned, looking the most relaxed I’d ever seen him. His lips slightly moved, almost like he was praying this moment could last forever.
I couldn’t allow him to get used to such generosity—I was only doing this to shut him up.
At least that’s what I told myself.
I picked up the tempo of my strokes, making his relaxed face swiftly shift to pinch with pleasure.
Faster than lighting, Landon gripped my waist, shoving me backward.
My legs slammed against the edge of the tub as he kneaded my ass in his hand.
I inched onto my toes, prompting him to wrap his other hand around the bottom of my thigh, yanking and wrapping it around his waist. I used the heel of my other foot to stabilize myself against the bath, but I didn’t even need to, Landon held me so firmly in place.
My breath hitched as I moved the tip of him toward my entrance, making an animalistic sound claw out of his throat.
“Fuck, Seera,” he groaned, dropped his lips to my neck to graze softly against the column of my throat.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking would come next.” My chuckle was breathy, very unlike the cruel one most heard.
He pulled back, his eyes scanning mine. “But I don’t have any intel for you.”
I arched against him, the motion making his cock drag along my center.
“Consider this my way of showing you my gratitude for your loyal service, Landon.”
His fingers laced through my hair, pulling me closer. Yet, he hesitated an inch from my sinful lips.
“Are you going to fuck your Queen or do I need to take matters into my own hands?” I whispered.
When his lips curved into a smirk, our lips brushed.
My bodyguard tried to make it a slow kiss, one with passion and meaning, but I ramped it up by biting his bottom lip.
He moaned, nipping my lip back and forcing a shock of pain to spear through me.
The metallic, bitter taste of his blood coated my tongue, and I gasped into his mouth at the same time he shoved himself deep inside of me.
Landon definitely understood what I needed in this moment, for he fucked me hard and fast.
I broke our kiss and gasped for air, tipping my head back. He dropped my leg wrapped around his waist, wasting no time as he flipped me around. My hands flew out to grip the edge of the tub, which offered no reprieve from his ruthless thrusts, but I delighted in the brutality of our fucking.
And we were finally not talking about the Serpent King.
About the infuriating man with those electrifying, piercing green eyes.
I arched my back in frustration, but my bodyguard took it as a sign of my enjoyment.
He reached a hand around, pinching my nipples hard enough to tug a gasp from my lips. Pain and pleasure flooded through my veins while he continued moving in me.
Pain and pleasure are a beautiful combination, wouldn’t you agree?
The Serpent King’s deep baritone drifted through my mind, and I felt myself creeping closer to tipping over the edge as his fingers brushed against my clit, working me while he moved deeper inside me.
I screamed out as I climaxed, choking on the name I nearly yelled while my release tore through me.
A roar tore through the air, making me glance over my shoulder to see a different man than the one’s fingers I just imagined were inappropriately touching me.
Slowly, I turned back toward the water. It was rippling from our feverous fucking, and my hands tightened around the cool chrome edge of the bathtub.
I glared at my reflection in the water, a mixture of surprise and horror flashing across my face as I mulled over the fact that I had almost called out the name of the man I swore to hate forever as my bodyguard was deep inside me.
I thought I would be fine coming back to Morotis after all this time, yet he had already infiltrated my mind during the most intimate times—during the moments I found a bit of reprieve from acting as the vicious Serpent Queen.
My lip curled while I watched the water calm, a chilling thought making my flesh prickle.
It was a fatal mistake coming to see the Serpent King.