Page 53 of Hell's Queen
His lips kiss mine passionately, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I hold him close, scared he might leave right now. But then his cock enters me, drawing a moan between us.
“Fuck,” he curses. “I love you so much.”
My head drops back as he takes me. He whispers in my ear about what he loves about me, holding me down and pounding into me. We’ve never been one for anything intimate.
I cry into his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please, Thorne.”
“Asura,” he whispers. “Come, baby. Come right on me.”
He gives me no mercy, bringing me to the edge. My toes curl, and my sob is cut off by his lips. Together and in love, we crash, shatter, and come apart against each other. My legs shake as my cry leaves me.
My heart beats against his chest as I sigh. Slowly, he slides from me, rolling over.
“I still don’t think you should forgive me quickly like this.”
“I have to kill my sister.” I roll, placing my cheek on his chest. The weight of today comes back on me, and it’s crushing.
“What?” Thorne twists, brows pulling.
“If I win this battle but get voted from the castle, she will get the Flame and crown. If I lose, she wins. If I die—”
“Stop. I get it.” He racks a hand through his hair. “I… This just doesn’t seem like you.”
“I can’t risk having someone like that in charge. She ruined what my family built.”
Thorne licks his lips and faces me. After a moment, he speaks. “Okay.”
“You’re okay with it?”
“No, but if that’s the only way to get past this, then do it. But at the end of the day, will you be able to look at yourself for doing it?”
I bite my bottom lip before resting against the pillow. Today feels like a day that went wrong in too many ways.
After a shower, I explore the quiet and empty house. It’s almost dawn, the sun peaking in the windows in the hall. After a while, I find the library and entered it. Hazen is sitting at a table, reading with a cup of coffee. His bright blue eyes lift, and he smiles at me. “Morning.”
“Morning. Can’t sleep?”
He shakes his head, pushes his chair out, and pats his lap. I quickly climb into his lap, letting him hold my body. I run a hand over his chest, wishing I could feel his powers. When we met, Hazen was the boy at the party I danced with. We made out on a dare, and he agreed to be my hellhound while drunk.
I smile at the memory.
“What’s that beautiful smile for?”
“Just thinking a lot.”
He closes his book, waiting for me to continue.
“Will you ever forgive me if… I do something horrible?” I ask, pulling back and looking up.
His tongue wets his lips as he frowns. “Like?”
“Kill my sister.”
He sighs, wrapping his arms around me. “If I had to choose, I would rather you fight and kill her than die.”
“What if she’s just tied up and I kill her? What if I kill her in cold blood after she gives up? What if she kills you guys or me?”
“What if she doesn’t? You can’t base your decisions on what-ifs. You have to get to the facts and wait until it happens.”