"You fucking heard me."
“Hmmm.”
To my surprise, the look in her eyes was defiance and surrender. That shit lit a fuse in my chest, the kind that could burn cities if she kept staring at me like that.
“Careful, Tora.” I took another kiss, slower this time, thorough as a claim. I mapped her mouth, asked nothing, demanded everything; she answered with a needy little tremor that made the water shiver outward in rippling rings.
“Look at me,” I murmured against her mouth.
She did—eyes bright, pupils blown, pulse racing where I felt it under my thumb. Her breath hitched, just once, but it wasenough. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed, lashes wet from the steam curling around us.
My calm Queen was there, but she was swept through with feverish hot lust too, the kind of temperature that turned steel to gold.
I kissed the corner of her mouth, then the other. Next, I took her tongue with deranged hunger. When I was done ravaging her, I growled, “The next time you come into my war room dressedthatsexy. That blouse showing your bra. That skirt hugging your fat curvy ass. Those goddamned heels. I will put you on my desk and fuck you in front of all my men. Do you understand?”
“But. . .”
I sneered. “But?”
“What if I would like that? You fucking me in the war room with all your men watching.”
A dark groan left me.
She chuckled. “In fact. . .let’s pencil that in for tomorrow afternoon. You’ll fuck me on that desk, and I’ll smile at your men while you fill me with cum.”
Another dark groan left me, but it wasn’t just from her words—it was from the image they lit on fire in my head.
I saw her and me on my war room desk, papers scattered, maps curling at the edges from the heat of our bodies. My men lined up along the walls—every one of them with their hands locked behind their backs, jaws tight, eyes fixed forward like they’d been ordered to.
Not one allowed to touch themselves.
Not one allowed to make a sound of lust.
I’d make them bite their lips bloody before I let them groan from seeing her moaning in pleasure.
She would be riding my cock hard, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, nipples dragging against my chest when I pulledher in to slam deeper. My big cock driving into her wet pussy over and over. That drenched heat gripping me so tight the world outside would cease to exist.
I’d watch her head tip back, watch her mouth open around my name, and I’d know every man in that room would take the image to their graves, cursing me and worshiping her in the same breath.
The thought made my pulse thunder in my ears.
In the bath, my grip on her hips tightened like I could pull that vision straight into the now.
“Mmm.” I ground my cock against her sliding it up and down her stomach, wanting to fuck her so bad.
The water rocked around us from the movement, sliding hot over my thighs, flushing between her legs, tracing the curve of her ass as if the bath itself wanted to claim her with me.
Moaning, I held her tighter, feeling the slick glide of her skin under my palms, the heat sinking deeper into my bones.
It felt so good that I did it again.
I ground my cock against her, dragging it up her stomach, letting the mushroomed, pierced tip smear pre-cum across her skin.
The sound of water lapping at the tub’s edge blurred into the rush in my ears.
“So you like the idea of my fucking you in front of my men?”
“You would bend me over that desk?”
