The Queens: Scarred Queen, Alejandro's Prey
Chapter 35

"You think to play games with me, cari?o?" he growled. He pulled her fingers up to his lips and sucked them into his mouth, licking the juices from her before releasing her wrist. Then he reached between them and tore her underwear away. She cried out as stinging heat slashed across her thigh where the fabric futilely resisted his strength. "You will take your orgasms from me only if you want to play naughty games."

He unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She felt him shift and tried to see, but he still had her pinned to the table by her throat. He shoved his cock past the barrier of his underwear, yanked her closer to the edge of the table until her thighs were forced wide against his hips. She squirmed against him. She was dripping wet for him and they'd engaged in non-stop sex for almost four weeks, but when he was like this his entry was always rough. She knew she would be sore after.

Casey cried out as he slammed full length into her, arching her chest upward as much as she could while still being held down against the hard, unyielding table. Reyes grunted as pleasure coursed through him. He leaned over her, placing a hand next to her waist and began thrusting, using her aggressively while she writhed on the table, both seeking relief from the invasion and reaching for her own building orgasm.

Reyes never failed to fulfill Casey when they came together. She didn't know how he managed to make her come as often and as hard as he did, but she'd become greedy for everything he could provide. Soon she was begging for it, gripping the arm that still pinned her by the throat, using it for an anchor and lifting her hips to meet his thrusts as he slammed into her. She felt him approach orgasm, felt the tightening of his fingers around her throat as her pussy tightened around his body, gripping him hard. Streaks shot through her head and she chased after them, her hips lifting slightly, only to get slammed against the table with each snap of his own. She wondered if the sparks in her vision had colour or if it was her imagination.

"Ahhhh god, Reyes!" she whimpered as she exploded, digging her nails into his arm.

He grunted, his body stiffening over hers, his fingers flexing against her neck, but not tightening enough to actually cause damage, proving to her that he knew exactly what he was doing all along. He cared too much about his precious queen to ever cause harm. Tears flooded her eyes as that thought filtered through her head while she floated down and the hot gush of semen bathed her cervix. She blinked the tears back so he wouldn't see them and think he'd hurt her. He must never think that.

Reyes carefully released her throat, trailing his knuckles across the delicate skin and over her breasts through the fabric of her shirt as he moved away, pulling out of her. She felt a trail of cooling semen on her thigh and, glancing around at the scattered dishes, giggled at their desecration of the breakfast table. She decided it was probably for the best that Miguel had taken a walk. Casey wasn't entirely certain Reyes wouldn't fuck her in front of an audience. He was definitely enough of a caveman to stake his claim in front of other men and then murder any witnesses.

Reyes backed away, rebuckling his belt and admiring the sprawl of his woman over the breakfast table with warm smugness. As he turned to stride from the room he said over his shoulder, "If the doctor touches you, he dies. If he leaves you to suffer in any way without immediate relief, he will wish for death long before he dies."

"These death threats are getting old, Reyes!" she called after him, shoving herself up on an elbow and reaching for another piece of melon.

Once he left, she hastily scrambled off the table and rearranged her outfit before going to her bedroom for another pair of panties and then searching out the doctor. She was a bit worried he might be looking for an escape route off their extremely fortified mountain.

She found him a few minutes later, but felt it wiser to keep Reyes' stipulations for their forthcoming private meetings to herself. She did, however, outline where they were to walk and tentatively discuss which medications she should be taking and how she should get hold of the doctor when they weren't together and she needed him.

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Miguel was surprisingly at ease in her presence and they became fast friends over the following weeks. He even agreed to accompany them to Casey's appointment in Brazil, at Casey's begging and with multiple promises that Reyes would be on his best behaviour.

"I'm just going to be so much more comfortable with you there," Casey enthused, her arm looped through Miguel's as they boarded Reyes private plane in La Paz. "I want you to be able to give your professional opinion every step of the way. I trust you completely."

Reyes snorted from behind them. Casey tossed him a scathing look over her shoulder and lifted the frozen drink he'd bought for her to her lips. She'd craved a Slurpee since leaving America and bugged Reyes pretty constantly about it every time he said something extra awful to her new best friend as a form of revenge. He'd finally broken down and found her one on the way to the airport. His eyes went rapidly from annoyance over her grip on Miguel's arm to blazing lust as her lips, now stained bright pink from the cherry-flavoured Slurpee, wrapped around the straw and sucked eagerly at the sweet treat.

"Fuck," he growled and reached for her other arm, yanking her back against his chest and away from Miguel's touch. "You like to tease me and play with another man's life, nena?"

She giggled while the doctor pretended not to hear the exchange. Once they boarded, Casey made a point of sitting next to her doctor friend while Reyes sat with his men. The space was small enough that his razor-sharp gaze could watch his woman at all times. He was not remotely worried about her interactions with the relatively youthful neurologist, but he didn't particularly like anyone near her for any length of time. As with their last flight, Casey watched everything about the takeoff with fascinated enthusiasm while Reyes watched his woman, his face impassive, his gaze hungry as always. After the plane lifted above the clouds and the beautiful mountain scenery no longer captured her attention, she turned to the doctor and asked the question that wouldn't stop gnawing at her. Her anxiety increasing the closer they got to Brazil. "What if they replace something in my head?" Casey whispered, her worried eyes on Miguel's face.

"You mean like a tumor?" he asked bluntly, addressing her worst fear. How could a person have such debilitating migraines and not have something seriously wrong with them? Yet he'd reassured her over and over that the likelihood of tumor was astronomically slim.

She nodded her head, but his words did assuage her fears; she knew it showed on her face so once more Miguel went over the facts with her.?

"We've been over this many times, Casey. If you had a mass in your brain, there would be many more signs and your headaches would have gotten progressively worse over the years. But your coordination and motor skills are fine. Your vision is fine, except for the colour-blindness, which you've had since birth. You do admit to some memory loss, but this seems to be a by-product of your accident." He covered her hand in his and squeezed. "Be brave, Casey. This is one of the best neuro-clinics in the world. The scans and the x-rays will only help to reassure you. Don't fear what they'll tell you. They'll give us better ways to cope with the headaches."

Casey liked the way he said 'us'. Ignoring Reyes' typical murderous glare, she looped her arm through Miguel's and held on to him for a while, needing his steady, calming reassurance. She'd gone from a complete lack of touch in her life to now basking in the glorious caresses of her lover and the completely plutonic, but nonetheless reassuring presence of her doctor. If Reyes didn't like that she was giving her attention to both men, he could jump off an airplane. He'd gotten her a doctor for her safety and sanity and she was replaceing comfort in his gift.

She snuggled back in her seat with a sigh and closed her eyes. She tilted her head slightly toward Miguel, though not completely leaning on his shoulder. After all, she wasn't totally trying to get the man killed. She would accept his reassurances along with the solid, protective strength that Reyes surrounded her with and be brave for her upcoming ordeal.