Page 23 of Mariposa (Queens Command #1)

VIOLET

“ W hat the fuck do you think you’re doing, Violet?” he snarls cruelly. His eyes widen with that same disgusted gaze. It’s practically tattooed into my brain.

“I could ask you the same thing, Kade!" I cough hoarsely and try to fight back tears.

“It’s Master Sergeant.”

“Spare me. Everyone is clocked out. We’re supposed to be having fun. You know, celebrating? Celebrating that class is done? You can go back to whatever you were doing before you were assigned to teach, and I’m going to go to?—”

“What’s to celebrate? Huh? I failed. You were supposed to be crying back home to Daddy. There’s no place for you out there in a warzone, Violet. There’s also no tables you’ll be able to dance on with this dress of yours,” he mocks me.

“Fuck you! My father is dead, you misogynistic piece of shit! If you don’t want me in SF so bad, why did you assign me to the same group you’re in?!”

“Who told you that?” he tuts disapprovingly.

“Booker!” I grab his wrist and squeeze as hard as I can, but it only elicits a fierce smirk on his lethal, devilishly handsome face. I manage to take the knife away, but I freeze, speechless when I realize he cut me. My blood is smeared all over the blade, and a wave of shock washes over me.

“Look at that. So you do bleed pretty ,” he hisses into my ear sarcastically, but there’s a hint of seduction.

“You cut me. I came out here to apologize!”

“It wasn’t on purpose. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. I called your name over and over again!”

I take advantage of this raw side of Beast and push him.

Lord knows how I manage to move a six-foot-six-inch massive monster, but suddenly I’m on top.

The raw skin of my knees sinks into the sand on either side of his hips.

His grip is on my thighs, like he wants to push me off or… hold onto me tighter.

“Little mariposa can jump. I underestimated you.”

“Since day fucking one,” I quip.

We stare at each other for what feels like forever as the sound of heavy waves crash against the shore. I’ve never been this close to him. He’s never allowed me to touch him like this—granted, I’ve never tried, but still. Why doesn’t he move? Why don’t I?

The salt breeze blows through my hair, and he narrows his eyes at me like he wants to kill me. There’s the asshole, instructor I know and hate very well.

“Isla, get off me before I?—”

I quirk a brow.

“Before you what?” I challenge. “You're technically not my instructor anymore. You can't order me around.”

“Always so fucking stubborn. Always wanting to know shit that doesn’t concern you. Always wanting to bark out orders instead of taking them,” he argues.

“And you—always bark with no fucking bite,” I taunt him.

Before I can process my thoughts, he’s on top and I’m lying in the sand. He grips my jaw tightly until his fingertips burn my skin, bruisingly. He’s in between my legs, and I know something is off about him. He’s hurting me.

“You want me to bite?”

I pissed him off.

“Kade…” I swallow, holding his gaze. The darkness inside me matches the darkness inside him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

As much as I despise what he’s put me through this past year, I respect him. I admire Kade because he motivated me to be the woman I am today. Stronger and more unbreakable than I thought I could ever be. I don’t hate him.

I crave him.

I’ve gotten to know bits and pieces of Kade—the cold, worthless, absent jerk Penny and Adam paint him to be doesn’t match what I’ve seen and experienced.

He’s just like Booker characterized him: a man with a heart of gold.

He’s always made sure everyone was taken care of. Responsible and straightforward.

He looks at me, and for the first time since I met him, he softens his gaze and genuinely smiles . He licks his lips, and his jaw clenches. A vein in his neck protrudes through his sun-kissed skin.

His fingers dig into the hollows of my cheek, forcing my lips to open, and a look spreads across his face that can only be described as one thing.

Desire .

He traces the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, the gesture awakening butterflies inside my stomach, flocking until heat courses at my core. Tightening my thighs, I try to hide behind loose hair, but Kade pushes it to the side.

“I’m a model soldier, a gentleman, but the way I lose all control when it comes to you is the bane of my existence.”

He rests on his elbows on either side of my face and rubs his thumb against my lip. Up and down until he’s forcing it into my mouth, he goes in deep until I gag. I clamp my mouth on his calloused skin and suck.

What am I doing ?

As soon as he removes his hand from my mouth, his soft lips crash against mine.

My traitorous lips move against his as if they have a brain of their own.

He shuts his eyes tight like he’s in pain.

The scar on his left eye creases as he groans against me, and for a split second, I don’t want to shut my eyes.

Kade is beautiful, sinfully fucking handsome, and I don’t want to blink.

Kade O’Connell, Master Sergeant, is breaking. .. for me .

Our forbidden tension has transformed into something intoxicating—our own reckoning.

The way he feels forces me to melt and succumb to the dark thoughts I’ve pushed back far into my mind since I first met him.

I kiss him back, harder. I need to feel his strained cock, caged back by his black jeans, against my naked thigh.

He thrusts once against my core, forcing a high-pitched whimper to fall out.

He’s demanding and needy. He impatiently runs the palm of his hand up the apex of my thighs, as his tongue slips inside my mouth.

The taste of beer mixed with his cigarette has me coming back for more. He makes me greedy, but he’s greedier. His tongue twists and dances with mine, with the need to dominate me, devouring my taste just as much as I’m drowning in his.

“Please, please fucking tell me to stop. This is wrong,” he pleads.

“So, so wrong,” I tell him, capturing his lips with mine.

Agreed.

He pulls away, but I cup his face in my hands. My palms smooth over his beard.

“Let’s be selfish for one moment right now. Where you’re just a guy on the beach and I’m just a girl on the beach. No titles, no ranks, no morals, no thoughts…a moment where it’s only us .”

His eyes narrow. Turmoil and hesitation flash across his features.

“Take off your panties,” he orders me. I giggle against his lips nervously. He searches for them, palming my ass and squeezing until it’s painful. He continues to pepper kisses all over my jaw, but when his fingers ghost the sensitive skin above my clit, he pulls back, breathless.

“Violet…you aren’t wearing any underwear?” His tone deepens. I bite my bottom lip and shrug. He tuts and leans into my ear.

“You better start wearing panties or I’ll fuck that bratty little smile off your lips right now.”

Oh, um…yes, please .

His wet tongue drags down my cheek until it’s at the base of my neck.

Watching the cold and quiet Kade, unmasked and unfiltered, makes my toes curl.

My chest heaves because he’s taking every single breath away.

He stops, pulling the top of my dress down until my nipples are exposed.

They’re hard and pointed. Then, his hand dips down and pulls up the ends of my dress, but before he exposes me fully, he looks around.

I follow his movements, my head jumping left and right, but we’re the only ones on the beach tonight.

He lifts the dress to reveal that I’m soaked and aching. My clit throbs and begs for his attention, unashamed.

“It drives me fucking crazy knowing anyone could have seen your pretty pink pussy.” He hastily slips his fingers through my slit, coating his fingers with my arousal.

“So wet. So fucking wet.” He circles my clit, slow and gently at first, as his lips meet mine again.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” I pant between each feral kiss.

He palms my mouth with his hand just as he rubs his thumb against my clit, angrily. I moan into his hand, but the sound is silenced and muffled.

“No, we shouldn’t. Licking your pussy is a bad idea. Tell me it’s a bad idea.” He tilts his chin and smiles until his straight white teeth show and his sharp canines sink into his bottom lip as he waits for my answer.

“It’s a bad idea.” I lie.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no, don’t ever stop.” I shake my head, the fire inside me only heightening with how he continues working me up. I sneak my hand underneath his shirt and scratch him hard. He groans in response, studying my sex with pupils blown into a state of ecstasy.

“I’ve been thinking about your sweet cunt nonstop ever since I licked you off your fingers.

” His voice deepens, rough in timbre. Even his voice has my heart rhythm jumping.

It’s just so hot. He climbs on top, commanding my body like I’ve been dreaming about.

He dips lower and throws my legs over his shoulder.

His mustache pricks the sides of my inner thighs, and I thread my fingers through his dark brown hair as he licks me.

“I think about it too…” I admit.

His tongue swipes me, rough and angry, up and down until he sucks on my swollen bud.

It’s like he’s been starving, and the only thing that will satisfy his craving is devouring me.

His built-up frustration cuts through me like morphine to my veins.

He stops his lethal licks, and my brows furrow in disappointment.

My thighs begin to shake on each side of his face.

“W-why’d you stop?”

He thrusts two fingers inside me.

“I want you to come for me. I want to feel your pussy cry before I make you scream my name with my tongue.”