His Queen: A Dark Forbidden Mafia Romance (Dark Sovereign Book 5)
His Queen: Chapter 2

“Keep still.”

“I would if you’d stop touching me.”

“I’m not touching you.”

“It feels like you are.” I pull at the restraints that have my wrists tied to the chair. The silk blindfold is soft against my cheeks, and I see nothing but black. “Where are you?”

“I’m right here.” His voice is low, husky, a tenor I’m slowly growing addicted to hearing.

“How long are you going to keep me in this chair?”

“For as long as I want.”

“You better not be jerking off because I expect to get dick as a reward for sitting here for over an hour.”

“It’s been ten minutes.”

“It feels like sixty.”

The air against my exposed pussy is cool, but my slit is hot and wet. I’m spread wide in the chair, naked, except for the leather straps wrapped around my upper thighs and tied to the feet of the chair. It keeps my legs splayed open and held down for his viewing pleasure.

“You’re so impatient, Hummingbird.” I can practically hear the smirk in his tone.

I squirm in my seat, the velvet of the cushioned chair rubbing against my pussy, sending a delicious thrill through me, intensifying my arousal.

“You’re enjoying that chair far too much.”

“Just like you’re enjoying the view, it seems.” God, I wish I could see him.

“I love watching you. To see how your nipples harden with each passing second. The way you subtly curve your back, pushing your breasts forward, silently begging me to touch them. Palm them. Suck them.” His voice is liquid, his tone fire. “The sight of your pussy going from a slight glisten to drenched, swollen and beautiful fucking pink.”

God, his words are razor-sharp, and it’s cutting straight through me, leaving me a quivering mess. His every word ignites a desire in me that’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I constantly burn for him, my body yearning for his touch as if it never had it before, even though I indulge in it every night. It seems impossible for us to keep our hands off each other. We’re like addicts craving our next hit even though we’re still high on ecstasy.

The air is thick, the anticipation pulsing and crackling, seduction electrified around us. At the same time, I imagine him looking at me from under those thick, dark lashes—his eyes hooded and gaze hot. The thought alone slicks up my sex even more.

“You are beautiful, Hummingbird,” he continues. “There is no better vision than you, naked and turned the fuck on.”

“Then why make me sit here in this chair when I can sit on your cock right now?”

“Besides the fact that I can look at you all fucking day, I love watching you squirm.”

“Keep me on this velvet cushion for much longer, and you’ll be watching me come. Without you.”

“You think I mind you coming without me?” He scoffs. “Oh, baby girl. Watching you make yourself come is even better.”

I hear the mattress creak, and I imagine he’s standing. My breaths come out rapidly, heat slowly spreading up my chest, and I gasp when I feel his fingers brush along the inside of my thigh. “What are you doing?”

“I want to watch you make yourself come.” He’s so close, I can smell his wild-spice aftershave. The space between us is charged with an energy that’s constantly pulsing between us, and I’m tugging at the restraints around my wrists because all I want to do is reach out and touch him. Kiss him. Taste him. Let him taste me.

Moans drift from my lips as his hands move between my legs, but he doesn’t touch me there. It’s like he’s purposely avoiding my sex, knowing the faintest caress could send me over the edge.

There’s a slight tug, and the cushion beneath me shifts forward, and my naked ass sinks onto half of it. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you what you need to make yourself come.”

A whimper escapes my lips as velvet gets pushed against my pussy as Nicoli bunches it up between my legs, giving me what I need—just like he said—to make me come. Friction.

“There.” Nicoli slides his hand across my exposed chest, not stopping until he rests two fingers just below my lip with a light touch. Everything is dark, but it’s like I can see his sapphire eyes staring down as he towers over me. “You’re practically coming already. Aren’t you?”

I arch against the pillow, an orgasm building, starting with a simmer underneath my skin. My fingers curl against the restraints, my breaths coming out in ragged pants. “You have the talent to drive me crazy.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

I rock my hips. I’m so turned on, the slightest brush against the soft fabric is so fucking intense, I can’t make myself stop. And while I’m moving, I can feel him watching me, his silence screaming his desire to watch me climax.

“I’d much prefer your cock,” I say, squirming against the soft fabric teasing my swollen clit.

“And you’ll get it when I’m ready to give it to you. But, first, I want to watch you fuck that pillow.”

“What are we? Twelve?”

I gasp when he grabs my jaw, fingers biting into my skin. “Fuck the pillow, Mira.”

“It would be easier if you didn’t have my legs tied to this chair.”

“There’s no fun in easy.” He lets go of my face. “Besides, judging by how drenched your cunt is, it won’t take you long to get off.”

I roll my waist, giving my pussy a long, sleek brush of velvet, and it starts to drive me insane. “Nicoli,” I breathe, the ache intensifying with each passing second.

“What is it, Hummingbird?”

“I need you.” With gentle, controlled thrusts, I rub my pussy over the cushion, falling deeper under the spell of desire.

“Need me to do what?”

My lips part, and I ease my head back, the sensations taking control. “To fuck me.”

“I will. But I want to watch you come first.”

Fuck, I need something. I need his fingers, his palm, his mouth, his cock. Anything. “Nicoli.” His name escapes my lips as pleasure slowly builds within me and intensifies. It’s like I can feel every thread, every silk fiber used to weave the velvet, against my sensitive folds.

“That’s it, Hummingbird. Let go. Give in to it.”

The sound of his zipper has me straightening my neck, the thought of him wrapping his palm around his hard cock spreading goosebumps up my spine.

“Imagine I’m inside you,” he murmurs. “My cock stretching you.”

“Oh, God.” My body responds as if he already is, and I moan out his name again. One final thrust of my hips against the pillow sends me over that threshold, my trembling body unable to hold back any longer.

“Good girl,” Nicoli says gruffly, and that’s all it takes.

I let out a long, drawn-out moan as the orgasm rolls through me, my hips stuttering and pushing against the cushion in search of more of that sharp pleasure.

Abruptly, the blindfold is yanked off, and Nicoli’s fist is in my hair right before he sinks his cock into my mouth.

I stare up at his face, all hard lines and sharp edges, as I take him all in, my lips wrapping around his hardness and my cheeks hollowing with the deep sucks. Nicoli is fucking beautiful, especially when he’s possessed with desire. Desire for me.

The groans that rumble from his throat are liquid lust that ignite my core with renewed desire. It’s like my body has already forgotten the orgasm I had three seconds ago.

“You said you wanted my cock. You didn’t say where.” His thrusting hips grow faster, more erratic, and I eagerly gulp down every inch of him as he pushes all the way back to my throat. My eyes start to water, my saliva pooling around his dick that slides along my tongue. It drives me wild—the knowledge that his pleasure is my doing.

His grip in my hair tightens, and he hisses as he fucks my mouth. “Don’t swallow my cum,” he demands, and I’m still wondering how the fuck I’m supposed to do that when his guttural moans reach a new pitch, his cum exploding on my tongue.

A second later, he pulls out his cock and slips his fingers through my tight lips that are trying to keep his cum from spilling out. “Give it to me,” he orders, crouched in front of me, and I open my mouth, his jizz coating his palm. “I want it inside you,” he murmurs before palming my pussy, rubbing his warm cum on me before sinking two fingers inside. My mouth opens with a gasp, my muscles clenching around his digits as I tremble with pleasure. “Your cunt is mine,” he growls before pressing his thumb against my clit, making me cry out in bliss. “I want my cum to mark you from the inside.”

Jesus. “Nicoli.” I’m panting again, writhing with a desire that has my body tied in knots.

His fingers fuck me slower now, deeper and more possessive than ever before, causing my head to roll back.

“Eyes on me, baby girl,” he demands, and my gaze meets his. Flames burn brightly behind those iced irises, and all I want is to be engulfed by them. His thumb presses down on my clit, and my body erupts. My eyes are open, fixed on his, but all I see are fucking stars as I come around his fingers that continue to slip in and out of me.

“God, you’re beautiful when you come.” He kisses me, then takes his fingers out and licks them clean, the sight causing me to shudder. “My cum tastes sweet in your pussy,” he says as I watch him while trying to catch my breath.

Our gazes are locked, the world around us gone. It’s just us in the midst of a moment that feels like an eternity. Our eternity.

“I love you,” he rasps, the softness in his gaze reflecting those three words that have become my world. I’m still breathing rapidly when he places his palm on my stomach. “I want you pregnant, Hummingbird.”

And as if he just pulled the Earth from under my feet, I stumble through what he just said. “What?”

He grins a little, his thumb tracing circles over my skin. “There are no words to describe how badly I need to own you, Mira. All of you.”

“You can’t own me, Nicoli. You can only love me.”

“To me, it’s the same thing. Owning you. Loving you.”

I search his expression, opening and closing my hands as I lightly tug against the restraints. “I’m yours,” I assure him, and he leans his forehead against mine.

“Then why does this all feel so…temporary?”

“Because you’ve never allowed yourself to be happy. And now that you are, you’re afraid you’ll wake up one morning, and it’ll be gone.”

“How do you know?”

I brush my nose gently against his. “Because I feel it, too. That fear of it all disappearing.”

He dips his head and kisses me softly, the hunger we just experienced gone and replaced with a desperation that resonates from our exposed souls. Our love is intense. It’s all-consuming. It’s like a heartbeat, and if it stops, we’ll both die.

“I want you pregnant, Mira,” he whispers against my lips. “Give me the only thing in this world that’s both you and me. Us.” He clutches my cheeks in his palms, moving his lips to my ear and whispers, “Please,” before unhooking the restraints around my wrists.

When he looks at me again, I can see it in his eyes—the possession, the intensity of our love that’s nothing short of perfect, and it’s all mine. All his. All ours.

We stay there for a few long moments, our connection soaring, my blood singing from him, the quiet lyrics of a love song that’s just ours pouring from my soul. I reach for him, cupping his cheeks, pinching my eyes closed as I let the feeling overtake me. It’s something I’ll never get used to or grow tired of—being able to love him so openly and irrevocably. There is nothing I won’t do for him. There isn’t a second in this lifetime that I won’t love him. “I will,” I whisper, and he breathes out in relief, and I’m forced to choke out, “but not now.”

“Why not now?”

I place my palm against his cheek. “Because we just found each other. I want it to be us for just a little longer.”

His lips curl up in a grin. “Is this you being possessive, Mrs. Del Rossa? That you don’t even want to share me with our children?”

“I will one day.” I smile. “But for now, I want you all to myself. Is that okay?”

“Are you kidding me? My wife wants me all for herself to do with as she pleases. Show me a husband who wouldn’t be okay with that.” He leans in and kisses me with a delicate brush of his lips. “So, just us…for now.”