“Not for long but enough to do some research of my own. Harlow is set on building something real with the guys. On loving them and being loved. I’m all for that, so I’m not just gonna sit back and let our demons rest. I’m hunting them down and slaying them. I want to give Harlow any time she needs to deal with her personal demons in her own way, but sometimes she needs a little help. And this is me helping. This fucker,” she pauses, pointing to the man, “was one of the few people who helped Triver when he escaped. I have no clue what he did for him exactly, just that he’s an accomplice. So, that’s what has led us here.”
“So, Harlow is playing house, and you're ridding the world of vile creatures?” I ask, cocking a brow.
“Oh, shut up,” she hisses. “Harlow deserves every ounce of happiness the guys bring her, and you know it.”
“I do,” I grunt.
“Now, shut the fuck up and help me finish off this waste of space so I can ride your cock off into the sunset,” she says, turning to the man on the chair.
“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle and join her.
“Let me go,” he begs. “Please.”
“Really?” I ask him. “Didn’t you just call her a dirty whore a moment a go? That you were going to fuck her lifeless body like Triver should have gotten the chance to do?”
Yeah, I heard everything he was saying while Queenie and I chit-chatted. And I saw the twitch in her eye as she tried to ignore it. But no one talks about my Queen that way. “Your pleas are no use here. But, hey, feel free to scream some more.” My smile turns into something from nightmares as I reach into my pocket, grabbing my switch-blade and stabbing him in the thigh.
His agonizing roar of pain is some of the sweetest music to my ears. “There you go.” I chuckle, dragging the blade through his thigh. Blood gushes out and onto the floor, making the puddle grow.
Looking up, I see the man has passed out from blood loss. Or maybe he’s just dead.
“Ah man,” Queenie mutters, snapping me out of the state the blood put me in. “I wasn’t done with him.”
“Sorry, my Queen. Did you at least make him suffer?”
“Well, duh,” she laughs, then steps forward and carves another design into the only unmarked piece of his chest. “There, all done. I’d say it’s some of my best work yet. But they're all pretty by the time I’m done with them.”
“Now that he’s no longer an issue, I think we should get to more pressing matters,” I tell her, stepping closer to her so that we are now only an inch apart.
“Oh, yeah?” she smirks, looking up at me with fire in her eyes. “And what would one of those‘pressing matters’be?”
“Well, I know that your pussy is fucking dripping from all this blood. It might not be D-Day, but you always have some level of a high after a kill. So, I’m gonna take care of it for you.”
“You think?” she asks, running her bloody finger down my shirt.
“I know,” I growl.
She lets out a sexy little chuckle that has me both annoyed and turned on. “Listen here, Beast,” she says. “I know you don’t get to come out to play that much, and that last time we let you be in control, but that’s because Harlow and I were both present at the time. But honey, this is all me. And I bow down to no man or woman.”
My jaw ticks because I know she won’t. But neither will I. “And I heel to no one.”
“Then we have a little problem, don’t we?” she asks.
What I do next might very well get me stabbed with the dagger that’s still in her hand. But the need to be inside her, to fuck her into the ground and have her screaming my name, makes the choice for me.
I lunge forward, grabbing the back of her head, holding her still long enough for our mouths to crash together. My tongue forces its way into her mouth, needing to taste her. She moans into my mouth, and the sound has my cock twitching.
But she doesn't let me have control for long. She pulls back, looking at me with a feral hunger brewing in her eyes.
She grabs the button on my jeans and pops it open. Ripping everything down to my feet, my cock bobs free, almost hitting her in the face.
I want to grab her by the back of the hair and shove my cock into her mouth. Fuck, I want her to choke on it, to see the drool dripping down her chin.
I don’t even get the chance to try because she’s already grabbing my cock. The feeling of her soft hands gripping me as she strokes me roughly has me momentarily stunned. “Fuck,” I hiss as she licks my dick like it’s her favorite lollipop before taking me all the way into her throat.
Her hands grip my thighs, nails digging into the flesh as she starts to suck me off like a damn porn star.
She’s giving me exactly what I want but on her own terms. I growl, relaxing with what this little vixen is doing.