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Then she leans forward, voice low. “I don’t know if you're ready for it,” she says. “Does it matter if I am. I’m part of this now, whether you like it or not. I took the wrong side before due to ignorance, and I can’t do that again.” I say. “Interesting conclusion to come to when you're currently trapped with a viper,” the Queen comments. “Look, I know you don’t trust me, and frankly, I don’t know if I trust you. But we only have each other right now. Help me and I vow to return the favor.”

“Keep dreaming, pet. You will stay behind these locked doors until he comes crawling back to me, until he sees you for what you really are, a disposable. You want freedom? Pray for death. It is the only freedom you will get from me.” Orlanda’s shoulders shuddered as she sat upright. “You are a monster.” Queen leaned in, her lips curling into a slow, cruel smile. “And you are my hostage. Remember that.” She turned sharply on her heel, heels clicking like gunshots on the floorboards. With her hand on the knob, she threw one last glance over her shoulder, voice dripping poison. “You are not leaving this room. Not until he remembers who the real Queen is.” The door slammed shut behind her, the c

His words tried their best to dull my senses, but the books on my shelves remained tightly bound. "No." I shook my head, feeling a small piece of me cower at the word. "I will not come with you." "Learned some new tricks?" Surprise flashed across Tristan's flawless face, followed by irritation. "No matter. Try if you will, but you are destined to be mine. My Queen." That side of me whimpered at the word 'Queen', and I couldn't help but think of how fitting it would be. Queen Lola. 'Snap out of it.' Maya hissed.

Book One: Scarred Queen Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to, Ask me to see the things you do, Think the way you do. Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you. Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too, You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you, Not loyal no more, not if I go. Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too. Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

And Amber knew her chef intended to feast on her tonight. She moaned and felt her billionaire’s cock quiver inside her. He gripped her love handles, trying to hold her into place so he could take control. But no man would control the queen unless she willed it. She grabbed his hands and entwined them in hers . The perfect trap indeed. Palm to palm, fingers locked, the queen grinded her pussy harder into his cock. He grunted and she grinned. Perhaps he’d bitten off more than he could chew as Amber rode him fast and hard, their hip bones slamming into each other.

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

I did not wait for her to answer but got up and walk to another door and disappeared behind it. My heart was singing, she was trapped. She was all mine now, to do whatever I wished.

It was barely wide enough for a man to crawl. I squeezed inside. It was tight. Claustrophobic. The rock pressed against my back and chest. I dragged myself forward, inch by inch, my fingers scrabbling for purchase in the dark. The panic rose in my throat. You're trapped. You're going to die in here. "No," I gasped. "I'm the Queen. Queens don't die in tunnels." I kicked. I clawed. I fought my way through the darkness until I saw light ahead.

"We both know you wouldn't have done that. You and I both know you two planned to ruin my relationship." Sophia's expression hardens, a flash of anger in her eyes. "And you and I both know you don't deserve him. You're not fit to be queen." I close the cabinet with a decisive thud and turn to face her. "Then why is he still with me? Not because I'm fit to be queen, but because he loves me." For a moment, Sophia is silent, her confidence wavering. "Exactly," I continue, "now try apologizing, and this time, mean it."

I pleaded, tears flowing more from my eyes and my sobs grew louder. “Oh! The never dying plead speech of the captured. Please, stop doing that, I have already heard that so much I am already bored with it. But you are wrong, not everyone to take revenge on is dead. The King still exists. And you still exist. You are the one last thing that prevented me fro ever taking here away from this place. You are the one last thing that made all f that dreams break like glass. So, I will take you last.” I was stunned, I was frozen in place and paralyzed by what I was hearing. The Queen was capable of doing such atrocities all because she did not get what she wanted.