King and Queen.
Pleasure and Pain.
Had there ever been a love like ours, I wondered? Saint and sinner, Heaven and Hell.
We were every extreme and everything in between.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
His fingers slid up my thigh and gripped my underwear. When he gave an aggressive tug, they became nothing but scrap in his bloody hands. Really, I needed to just stop wearing them if he’d keep finding so much pleasure in destroying them.
I leaned back and directed a lazy gaze in his direction. “All yours.”
“Yes.” His eyes flashed as he gripped me by the knees and pulled me forward. “All mine.”
“Greedy.” I let out a breathless moan as his lips found my neck, between bites and kisses, I was squirming for more of him, and then with one swift movement, he freed himself and impaled me on his cock.
He swallowed my cry with his mouth and thrust deep. I gripped his head with my hands while we watched each other, no words were said, only actions, only the jerky movements of my body as he claimed me.
That and the murmur from the other side of the door that sounded like my dad, as he said, “Let them do what they want, Chase.”
Junior clapped a hand over my mouth while I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to stay quiet, and I probably would have been able to, but Junior refused to stop moving if anything his thrusts grew wilder. In one movement, he was out of me, pressing me face forward on the door, my palms flush against it while my dad talked with Chase.
“They’re strong,” Chase said, almost annoyed. “Stronger than we were.”
“We made them that way.” Phoenix joined in.
A muffled cry escaped from between my lips as Junior pounded into me while I was mere feet from the bosses, mere feet from my dad, while the heir to the Nicolasi throne claimed me as his.
“You hear them?” Junior whispered, pulling me lightly back by my hair as his lips found my neck. “Remember whose you are… remember who you serve.”
“You, you,” I whimpered in a soft whisper.
“You stopped being Nixon Abandonato’s daughter the minute you let me into your soul, the minute I tasted you—now, you’re mine. And one day.” He thrust into me harder as pleasure squeezed me so tight, I couldn’t breathe. “One day, he’ll know just how dirty his princess got. Because while you’re letting the Nicolasi King give you release—you’re simultaneously letting the De Lange Fallen give you pleasure. You get both. Good and bad. Monster and man and one day, he’ll know. It’s me who holds your allegiance, your body, your heart,” My release was crashing all over me as he finally whispered. “Your soul.”
“Yes.” Out of breath, I rested my forehead against the door and sighed. “Yes.”
The voices disappeared.
Junior held me close, still pulsing inside me. Still making me want to move my hips.
And as I looked down, I realized his bloodied forearm was pressed against my chest, against my heart.
And in a hushed voice, I said, “The Phoenix has risen.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Junior
Nixon’s place had officially become the place to crash. I think some of the cousins were petrified that if they went home, their moms would lay into them over what had happened with the De Langes, my mom included.
Because if you think a mob boss is scary, then you really don’t want to piss off one of the moms.
I shuddered.
I remember my ma telling me that if I got a girl pregnant out of wedlock, she’d actually stab a fork into one of my balls, make it look like an accident, then serve it to me like a meatball.
I was fourteen.
To this day, spaghetti and meatballs make me want to hurl, which she so lovingly used to serve every single time I had a so-called date in junior high or high school.
Joke was on her since all those girls were just a way to get Serena to wake the hell up, and when that did happen, we used the girls as a way to cover up the fact that we were the ones sleeping together.
It worked until my ma asked why I never touched any of them at dinner. I used the meatball as explanation enough.
It was nearing midnight, and we’d sent the De Langes back to the campus along with one of the SUVs and enough suits to keep them safe, so they didn’t shit themselves during the twenty-minute ride.
It was a very real possibility with how many of them were shaking during our amateur movie night, another way to try to calm them the hell down.
And when that didn’t work, we gave them wine.
I was waiting to sneak into Serena’s room and knew Nixon was a night owl, so while I waited for the guy to finally give it a rest in his office, I jogged down the stairs and decided to work out for a bit.