Page 44 of Serena (Shattered Queens #1)

She uses the knife to trace some of my tattoos.

So fucking sexy. Then she puts it down to take off her shirt.

Picking it back up again, she lifts her hips, moves her hand into my shorts, and pulls out my cock.

I let out a groan. She strokes me without taking her eyes off me.

She positions my cock at her entrance and lowers herself onto me.

She takes me inch by inch until she’s fully seated.

With a fierce intensity, she lifts herself up and slams herself down on me.

The hand holding the knife slips and pushes onto my throat, breaking skin.

I don’t react; I take everything she’s giving me.

Her eyes widen, not with fear, but with lust. She throws the small weapon on the ground and starts to move her hips.

I feel a trickle of warm liquid slide down my neck.

Serena bends her head and licks the crimson.

Then she brings her lips to mine. My blood on her lips, on her tongue.

I taste the copper. She steadies herself on my shoulders and slams down on my cock over and over.

I’m so close, and I know she is too, and she continues to ride me.

“Ian. I need more.” I grab her hips and buck into her.

We find our rhythm. We go over the edge together.

Her pussy tightens around my cock, and I give her everything.

She takes my hands and places them on her ass.

Her mouth is at my ear, whispering, “You promised next time we were in bed. Plus, I’ve never done it before.

” She nips my ear. “Take it, it’s yours. ” Her smile is mischievous.

“Baby, everything you have is mine.” I pull her off me and throw her on the bed. Turning her onto her stomach, I grab her hips. “Ass up, baby. There are no safe words today.”

“Just how I like it,” she sasses.

Fuuuccckk.

“Baby, you’re so wet. You’re going to make this so easy.” I coat two of my fingers with my cum that's still dripping out of her. I put them at her entrance. I caress her ass and slap it. I hear her moan, so I do it again. I pepper kisses on her back. My other hand moves to her clit.

“Such a dirty little whore.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You need to relax, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“Please. I need you inside me.”

I need to prepare her. I start gliding my two fingers inside her. God, she’s so tight. She moans, and I take it as encouragement. I stretch my fingers inside her.

“More. Please.”

“Fuck, I love it when you beg for me.” I can’t wait any longer.

I remove my fingers and spit on my cock for additional lubrication.

I place the crown of my cock at her back entrance.

“Breathe, baby.” I rub her clit and push my cock into her.

One inch at a time. Her whimpers turn into moans.

Fuck, she is so tight. I’m pressing past the ring of muscle when she backs into me, impaling herself on me. So fucking needy. I love it.

I grab her hips and take control. “Such a needy little brat.” I slap her ass.

“Scream my name. Let everyone hear you.” She does as she’s told.

I wrap my hand around her hair, using it as if holding a rope.

My other hand remains on her hip, and I slam into her.

I’m relentless. My mind wanders, and I’m reminded that she was so far from me.

I fuck her ass hard. Punishing her for leaving me.

“Tell me you’re mine.” All I hear is mumbles.

I slap her ass again. She’s taking everything I'm giving.

I pull her to me. Her back to my chest. Our bodies are a mix of sweat, cum, and blood.

She turns her neck, giving me access to her scar.

I kiss it and then sink my teeth in, breaking skin.

She is stunning when I see a trickle of blood slide down her perfect tits.

“Ian.”

“Take it, baby, take all of it.” She complies.

I move my hand to her throat. “Tell me you’re mine.

” There’s no answer. I’m so close, but I won’t stop.

I move my other hand to her nipple, and I pinch it hard.

She loves the pain. Still nothing. I make my way to her clit and slap it.

“Tell me, Serena. Who do you belong to?”

“You. I’m all yours.” I feel the tingle in my lower back. My fingers are inside her tight pussy as I apply more pressure around her throat, and my cock is buried in her ass.”

“That’s right. Only mine.” That’s all it takes, and we both see stars. I pull out, and I see the jagged scars are now painted in the blood from my neck. We lay on the bed as we come down from our high.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Only in the best way.” She’s catching her breath. “I’m sorry about your neck,” she says in between breaths.

“No, you aren’t.”

She gives me a coy smile. “You’re right. I’m not.” She puts her hands over her face, ashamed. I reach for her.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of. I enjoyed it too. There is something about the power of having someone's life in your hands. It’s euphoric.”

“Have you killed many people?” I was wondering when the questions would start.

“I have. They were all bad. They hurt others in one way or another. For example, the guy who cornered you. He wasn’t a good man. There were warrants out for his arrest. He hurt women and children.”

“Did you know that before you killed him?”

“No, Serena, I didn’t. That doesn’t change the fact that he was going to hurt you. I don’t regret it, and I’d do it again.”

“When did you start killing?”

“My first kill was when I was sixteen, with Caleb.” I bring her closer to me.

“Growing up, I knew I was different. Empathy has always been easy for my siblings, unlike me. I struggled to show emotions, but I do feel. Just not like everyone else. Building relationships outside my family was always difficult. I preferred the company of my grandfather. My loyalty has always been solely to my family; anyone outside of that was expendable. I thrive on structure and having control over situations and people. My father says I’m the opposite of warmth; it’s why I'm so equipped to take over. My mother was the same way.”

“Ian, I don’t know what to make of all this. Everything you told me. It’s a lot. I need to process it.”

“Take your time, but I’m not going anywhere. Now, no more talking. I need more of that sexy ass.” She yelps as I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom. I bend her over the shower bench and fuck her. Getting lost in her all night.