Page 44 of Wicked Queen

“Poppet, you’re going to ride my cock now.”

The slight nod of her head told me she heard me, but that she was incapable of speech. Sliding an arm under her, I urged her onto my lap. She collapsed against me as she straddled me, murmuring something that sounded a lot like “jelly.”

But despite her overwhelmed state, she responded to my light touches as I lifted her over my shaft. Her arms circled my neck as I helped her sink inch-by-inch onto my cock. Her body took control, acting instinctively as I rocked against her. The movement of her hips was slight, growing with urgency as I sped up our pace.

“All of that, and you still need my cock,” I grunted, thrusting hard inside her. “Because I say you need it. What do you need?”

“Your cock,” she whimpered, clinging to me.

I lifted her hips and she responded by dropping over it again. “That’s good. It made my cock so hard watching you fight me, watching you come again and again. Now what do you want it to do? Tell me, Clara.”

“Fuck me,” she sobbed, nearly choking me as she bounced up and down on my shaft. “I want your cock to fuck me.”

“Hold on, Poppet.” My arms hooked under her flipping her onto her back. Pushing onto my arms, I thrust inside her. “Look at me.”

Her eyes opened, so full of love that I nearly came.

“You. Are. Mine.” Then I filled her with the proof.

Chapter 16

Clara

I was dreaming of Alexander’s mouth when a shrill thief stole him from me. Pulling a pillow over my ears, I fought being taken from him. The world dragged me to consciousness against my will, and I struggled to sit up. I blinked blearily as I began to process Alexander sitting on the side of the bed whispering into his mobile.

“Give me a moment. I’ll be there.”

“What’s going on?” I yawned. “Why am I surrounded by pillows?”

I finally managed to extricate myself from the small fort my husband had built around me.

“I wasn’t certain how you’d be comfortable.”

I tossed one to the floor. “I think you had every angle covered.”

“That was the goal, although I don’t think you’ve moved once.” He circled around the bed and kissed my forehead. “Go back to sleep. I need to deal with something.”

“What’s wrong?” My mind snapped on instantly. I grabbed Alexander’s arm.

He pried himself loose with a hollow laugh. “Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”

“Try again.”

He heaved the sigh of a man who knew he’d lost this round. “Brex is bringing Sarah into the house. Apparently, she’s worse than last night.”

I’d ventured out of the house yesterday to a larger than usual crowd of reporters hanging around our gates. One look at the trending stories told me why. I couldn’t imagine that she would be worse than that. I wriggled out of bed, my eyes scanning the floor for my nightgown. I pointed to it.

“There’s no reason—”

I delivered a glare that shut his protest down. He picked up the nightgown and handed it to me. “I’m getting your robe.”

There was a deliciously dark possessiveness to how his gaze raked over me as he said it. It sent my thoughts to a few hours earlier. I still felt the slick proof of his attention between my legs and the sensation woke up another part of me—one that didn’t want to put on a robe and see to his prodigal sister.

Alexander held out my robe. Unfortunately, duty called.

We heard her before we saw her. For the second time, I was grateful that Edward had suggested we give her a suite on a different floor. If she’d come through my home making that ruckus and waking my baby, she’d find the welcome mat pulled out from under her.

“A cunt from Devonshire!” She cackled as we caught up with the group. Brex and another man were supporting her as she stumbled along, her ankles betraying her with every step “Can you imagine? And another one is gay. I should have seen that, actually.”