Page 27 of Serena (Shattered Queens #1)

This is a dream, and I don’t want to wake up from it.

I had no idea what to expect when I returned to the hotel.

The tension between us is at a breaking point, and I don’t know how much more I can restrain myself.

After I sent Serena and Augustus away, two of my men arrived and helped move the asshole who touched Serena.

I always travel with security, and my men do a great job of being inconspicuous.

For this trip, they kept their distance, which is where I made the mistake.

If anything, they always need to keep an eye on Serena.

One positive thing about having a family connected to the other side of the law is that no matter where you are, you will always find a place for torture.

After I texted my cousin, who does business with some locals, we moved the piece of shit into an unmarked vehicle and waited for the location.

It didn’t take more than ten minutes to get the information.

I then sent Miles a text to erase all footage from the security cameras around us.

We drove twenty minutes to the shipyard where everything was waiting for me.

My cousin and his people are efficient with the preparation.

Usually, I take my time and enjoy the torture, but I had my woman to get back to, so I made it as quick as possible, while still savoring the kill.

I make sure that the lowlife sees my face.

I don’t care who he is and have no interest in finding out.

His legs and wrists are tied to the metal chair, with an old rag shoved into his mouth.

The man is tall and a bit on the heavyset side, but he looks like a fighter who enjoys picking on people smaller than him.

The thought of how easily he could’ve overpowered her feeds my rage.

Feeds my monster. He had the balls to touch what is mine, so now he’s going to lose them.

I requested an old handsaw with a rusty blade.

I don’t hesitate, and I just get started, placing the saw over his right wrist. I hold the handle tightly, then I start to move the tool back and forth.

I hear the moment the rusty blade starts to tear into his skin, then the muscle, and finally the bone.

The hand falls to the floor, so I move to his other one.

“Well, it seems like you won’t be needing any of these,” I say loudly, trying to ensure he hears me.

Moving to the appendage between his legs, I doubt he heard my comment through all his screaming.

I pull out my knife and position it on his neck.

Gripping the handle, I slowly move the blade from left to right.

Every time I do this, there’s a sense of calmness after—no regret—just a sense of peace.

I don’t go around just killing any person; there is always a reason why I do it.

In the past, it was to protect my sister from men who tried to take advantage of her, or when my brother found himself at odds with the wrong people.

Mostly, it’s for my cousins and their family business, which sometimes bleeds into our family, since our mothers are sisters.

Once finished, I task the men with getting rid of the body and any evidence.

I burn my clothes and make a quick call.

I sneak into my bedroom and take a shower to rinse off any trace of my extracurricular activity. When I go looking for her, she’s on the balcony. She looks beautiful, same as when I saw her at the gala in what seems like a lifetime ago, and just like then, I know she can sense me.

She turns and walks to me, stealing my breath with a kiss; I don’t hesitate to react and take control.

Serena craves to surrender her control and, fuck, does she give it up.

I’m staring down at her, on my bed, naked, with my cum dripping out of her pussy.

People would kill for a sight like this, and I can say I have.

I put two fingers inside her, and I groan when I hear a moan escape her lips.

Without saying a word, I bring my fingers to her mouth, and she opens for me.

There is no hesitation as she licks my fingers clean.

Another groan escapes me, and I bend down to glide my tongue over her pussy, tasting us. Us.

“Fuck, Mi Reina, we taste so good together.”

I don’t wait for a response. Sitting back up, I grab her thighs and flip her onto her stomach.

“Ian.” She yelps.

“Oh, you didn’t think I was done, did you?”

I start to kiss the back of her legs and make my way up. When I get to her ass, I can’t help but bite her cheek. Fuck I love biting her, marking her. Then I lick between her cheeks. She mumbles something incoherent, so I move up her back, but I feel her tense.

“Relax, Serena.”

“I don—”

I cut her off. “You are so beautiful. Every.” Kiss.

“Single.” Kiss. “Part.” Kiss. “Of.” Kiss.

“You.” Kiss. I tell her while kissing her scars.

I can feel her relax as I caress her. “Baby, my cock needs to be inside you again.” It isn’t a question.

I glide my dick up and down her ass cheeks.

Standing on my knees, I grab her hips and pull them up.

Her ass is in the air now, and her back is low—the perfect angle for me.

I use my knees to spread her legs wide, lining my dick at her entrance; she is still so wet. I don’t warn her as I slam into her.

“Ian…fuck…”

I slap her round ass.

“Your pussy was made for me. So tight and perfect. I want you to scream my name. Don’t hold back.”

I reach and grab her hair, wrapping it around my hand, using it as an anchor, while my other hand is on her hip. I pound into her. Sweat coats our skin.

“More…please,” she begs.

“Anything my girl wants.” Then I fuck her hard and deep.

Just thinking about how sore she’s going to be makes me thrust into her fiercely, bottoming out.

I pull her up, my chest to her back. My hand lets go of her hair and moves to her throat, applying pressure to it.

My other one remains on her waist. I use it as leverage to slam my cock into her.

I angle her head to the right and kiss her neck.

When my lips are above her scar, I plant a kiss on it before I bite it.

She screams.

“That’s right, scream for me.” I soothe the ache with a lick.

“I’m so close.” She moans.

“Come with me, baby,” I growl.

I move my hand to her clit and rub in circles while applying more pressure to her throat.

I can feel her pussy starting to squeeze my cock.

I pinch her clit, and that takes her over the edge, where I follow.

I wish I could stay inside her. I gently lay her on the bed and lie next to her, both of us catching our breaths.

I turn to her and see her smile. I can’t help but lean in and kiss her, and she kisses me back.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her.

I go to the kitchen and grab some waters, then make my way to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth. I give her a water and start to clean her. I can see her wince when I gently wipe between her legs.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask, concerned.

“Um…”

“Serena.”

“Well, yes, but I-I really liked it.”

I smile. “Good. Because I’m not done with you.”

“Ian, I told you. I don’t do the cuddling thing.”

“Who said anything about cuddling? Baby, there is no sleeping tonight. I’m going to fuck you until the sun rises. Then we head back home.”

I can’t get enough of this woman. I fucked her all night and into this morning.

When I told her she would be sore, I wasn’t lying.

I fuck her in the shower, on the kitchen table after we eat room service; I even bend her over the couch in between packing to return home.

And because I need my breakfast before we head to the airport, she’s on the kitchen table again as I sit and eat her like she’s my favorite meal.

“Ian, I can’t anymore. I think you broke me.”

I smile as her legs tighten around my head. “Just one more.” I curl my fingers inside her as I suck on her clit. Then I feel her explode into my mouth. “That’s it, baby. One more time.”

“Ohhh god, oh Ian.”

We catch our breaths, then I help her compose herself before Augustus comes up. She’s exhausted, we both are, but I can sleep when I’m dead.

"Sleep on the plane. I’ll make sure you get home.”

“I have to go to Elias’s when I get back. He changed the locks on my door, so I need the keys.”

I hate the mention of another man's name right after she came with mine on her lips.

“Have him meet us at your place,” I tell her.

“Fine, I’m too tired to argue or go back and forth with you.” She huffs and pulls out her phone to text her friend.

The car ride is silent; I turn and see why—Serena fell asleep.

I don’t wake her as we arrive at the airport; my private plane is waiting to take us back.

Something I wish we could have prolonged.

I place her on the seat and buckle her for takeoff.

As soon as it’s safe to move her, I carry her to the back, where the private bedroom is located.

She’s against cuddling, but as I lay her on the bed, I hold her for a moment longer before I put distance between us.

The flight home isn’t long, and Serena sleeps the whole trip back.

I wake her up, but not before watching her sleep for a couple more minutes.

Because why not add another level to my voyeurism?

She’s very restless when she sleeps. I want to just hold her in my arms, but I don’t want to risk her getting upset with me.

I’ve made progress with her this weekend.

We are on our way to her apartment, and I can see her thinking, practically reading her mind, because I know what’s going on in her head.

“I don’t know what happens next,” she says but keeps her eyes looking out the car window. I know what she’s referring to.

“Look at me, Serena.” She turns to face me. “There is no going back. I’m not letting you run. One day at a time, at least for you. I’m miles ahead of you. There is no doubt in my mind that you’re what I want. You won’t admit it, but I’m what you want too.”

“Ian.”

“Don’t. Just don’t say anything. Let’s get you inside so you can get some rest,” I demand. Waiting outside her apartment is Theo. Based on the look he’s giving me, he knows what happened between his husband and me.

“Hey, Theo, I was expecting Elias.” She gives her friend a hug.

Theo seems to be the peacekeeper of the group. “He’s working late, getting things taken care of before our trip.” He looks between Serena and me, but I don’t miss the smile he’s trying to hold back, and neither does she.

“Well, it seems we have a lot to catch up on when I come back from my trip,” he says with a wink.

Serena rolls her eyes. He excuses himself, and I lead her into the apartment.

There are a couple of changes that were made.

For one, she has a new bed; the only man sleeping in it will be me.

I had the old one burned along with all the sheets and towels.

There will be no trace of another man in this apartment.

The couch is a replica of her previous one, which was stained with wine and blood.

The television is updated and bigger since I'll be spending time here, and all her glassware has been replaced, and her knives are all as small as her last set. Of course, she thinks that this was done by Elias. That’s the hardest pill to swallow right now.

“I don’t understand what my bed had to do with any of this.” She yawns.

“Well, I have to thank him for that.”

As much as I don’t want to leave her, I need to give her time to rest and process everything that happened over the last couple of days.

“Baby, as much as I want to stay, I’m going to leave.

You need your rest, and if I stay, we won’t be doing any sleeping.

” I grab her waist and bring her to me. “Remember, one day at a time,” I tell her before I kiss her.

She gets on her toes and wraps her arms around my neck to bring me closer so she can kiss me back.