The Queens: Scarred Queen, Alejandro's Prey
Chapter 47

Reyes turned to Alejandro, his voice full of death. "You know what to do." Then he escorted Casey from the dining room.

They walked side by side through Benito's hacienda. Despite the bloody evening Casey had both instigated and endured she felt a sense of peace wash over her. She walked tall next to a man that wanted her height and her power to equal his. She knew she would never match his level of brutality and blood lust, but she was a match for him in every other way. She was his queen and now she'd proved it. She'd avenged her family in spectacular fashion.

The clip of her heels against the stone pavement was the only sound that followed them as they made their way through hall after hall toward the garden where their vehicles waited to take them back to the airplane. The bottom floor of the hacienda was glowing beautifully in the rising moonlight. Casey glanced down at her dress, now covered in blood, completely ruined. It looked beautiful to her.

"I'm all... red," she whispered, flaring the skirt out away from her thighs as they walked.

Reyes looked at her, his face filled with dark hunger. "You can see it, nena? You can see this colour?"

She smiled over at him and let the fabric flutter between her fingertips. "I can see it if you ask me to, see the things you do. I see them through your eyes, Reyes." She stopped walking, turned and tugged him against her. He stepped easily into her, wrapping his broad hands around her slim hips.

Casey shoved her fingers into his hair and abruptly brought her lips to his, stopping just short of touching them. "You want me, you take me," she whispered, her breath rushing over him. His fingers clenched hard against her, biting into her flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. It felt so fucking good with the fresh rush of vengeance coursing through her veins. "Take everything for you."

With a growl Reyes lifted her slightly and shoved her backwards into the shadows, slamming her against something hard, but he softened the blow with a hand at her back. He wrapped that hand around her neck and forced her head into the perfect angle for the harsh, brutal kiss he took. He ground his hips into hers lifting her body slightly until she was riding his erection. Casey moaned into his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue, stealing her breath until she began to feel faint. She could only clutch his shoulders and take quick breaths when he allowed her to surface.

The moment he released her lips, he attacked her neck with sharp stinging bites. He didn't even pretend he was kissing her flesh, he marked as much of her as he could, fisting her blood-soaked hair in one hand and wrenching it to the side so he could have better access.

"Love you so fucking much, Casey, mi amor, mi reina. So fucking much more than I ever thought possible," he snarled against her throat. "I will take everything for myself and I will give you the world in return. I am el rey."

Casey cried out, her entire body quaking with the fierce emotion ricocheting through both of them. Reyes wrenched her skirt up her body and tore her panties away in one swift move. She screamed at the sting left behind across her thigh and then moaned into his mouth as he shoved his fingers deep into her pussy. She widened her legs, giving him better access. She had no idea how long she'd been wet for, but she was betting it was the moment she walked in on that cozy little dinner scene and set eyes on her man sprawled in his chair like the king he was, owning the dangerous men that sat all around him.

She screamed into his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of her, driving her higher and higher, brushing his thumb across her clit with each stroke. Before she could peak he pulled his fingers out and pushed them into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. He enjoyed doing that, showing her how much he turned her on. She sucked his fingers deep into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around each one, licking the taste of her pussy off his strong fingers while he unzipped his pants and freed his cock.

He shoved her skirt back up around her waist, lifted her right up off the ground and growled, "Legs around my waist, nena."

Casey clung to his shoulders and did as he ordered, lifting and wrapping her legs around his waist with his help, then he brought her down on his thick cock, filling her inch by inch. She flung her head back, pressing it against the wall behind her and opened her mouth in a silent scream of joy and pain. Fuck, it was the best thing she ever felt in her life and she wanted it to go on forever.

He wanted her hard and he wanted it rough. He wrapped his arm around her waist, snaked one hand up her back, took a fistful of her hair, forced her head back so he could bite down on her neck and began fucking her hard. He slammed her back against the wall repeatedly, forcing his cock in and out of her. It was like being repeatedly impaled with thick, warm steel. Reyes took her to the edge of her endurance and then pushed her over.

Casey screamed, her voice echoing through the veranda beyond. Her body had no choice but to tighten around his as the friction against her clit and the hard fucking drove her higher and higher toward a ferocious orgasm. Her pussy began to ripple, tighten in anticipation, as he slammed harder against her.

She gripped his hair and held him hard, a scream of pure ecstasy ripping through her as she was flung over the edge into oblivion. She went limp against him as he continued his hard thrusts, holding her up against the wall. Reyes shouted her name against the skin of her throat as he came and slammed his hand into the wall next to her head. She smiled happily as she felt the hot rush of him inside her and squeezed him tight against her body.

They both lay against the wall, Reyes leaning against Casey while protecting her back from the hard stone with his hands. He whispered words of love and praise to her while she snuggled against him. She smiled and held in a giggle. His words were mostly approval of her deadly accuracy with her gun and the way she played with her prey before disposing of it.

She sighed and squeezed him tight. She would have to teach him how to speak of nicer, less blood-thirsty things before their child was born. Which reminded her, she should probably tell him soon, give him a chance to get over being pissed that she'd gone into Mexico pregnant before the baby came.