The promise sings in the air between us, buzzing inside my head along with the remnants of a violin duel.
Claudia swallows, and for a moment I see the girl behind the queen – the girl who’s been holed up inside a house for four years with nothing but a cat and a vibrator for company. “I’m going to shower.”
Wordlessly, I drop Gabriel’s arm and follow her. I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching as she faces away from me and slides the dress off her shoulders, all slow and evil. She pulls the pins from her hair, tossing them against the vanity. Plink, plink, plink. Her golden hair tumbles down her back as she shimmies out of the dress, kicking it aside and standing in only her thong and heels. My cock is rock hard. My fingers itch to touch her skin, to slide over the curve of her thigh, to stroke her shapely calves and slip those killer heels off her dainty feet. But I hang back. I want to watch her hold her power. I’ve always had trouble relinquishing control. I need to be in charge, like my father. But I want to surrender to Claudia.
She is my queen, after all.
But maybe…
Maybe she needs the release even more than I do.
Still facing away from me, she kicks off her shoes and steps into the shower. The water cascades down her naked body, tumbling over her breasts and soaking the thong she’s still wearing. A groan escapes my lips.
She turns, pressing her body against the tiles, arching her long neck so her hair cascades over her shoulders. “Noah…”
My name on her lips is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. It’s partly because I hated Mackenzie for so long, and having someone who looks like her naked and wet for me makes my dick hard. But mostly it’s because I want to sink to my knees and worship her.
I’m completely fucked up. But then, so is she.
I don’t even register that I’ve moved. My fingers curl around the shower door handle, and then hot water blasts my body. I’m dimly aware that I’m still wearing my clothes, that I’m probably ruining this expensive suit, but Claudia August has her icicle eyes trained on me, and I have no fucks to give.
When our bodies collide, its mutually-assured destruction. Our mouths clash in a hail of tongues and teeth. Our twin monsters growl and gnash inside us, two alphas fighting for dominance. I want to crawl inside her; I can’t get enough.
She shoves me against the shower wall, ripping the buttons off my shirt in her desperation to get it off me. I cup her ass, feeling the soaking fabric of her thong slide between my fingers. I turn her body and slam her back against the tiles. She wraps her legs behind me and I grind my dick against her as we lay our battle lines with our lips. My shirt tears as she rips it off my shoulders, but who the fuck cares because it’s finally on the floor and her hands are all over me, her breasts pressed against mine. Hot skin on skin. I grip her neck, tilting her head back, pressing my fingers just enough that she moans with rapture. The water pounds against us from all angles – it’s one of those showers with multiple heads, and every single one of them seems to be angled to heighten sensation. Whoever designed these condos was a sex freak of the highest order. No wonder Gabriel chose to buy this place.
She claws at my belt like a woman possessed. I set her down so we can get the bastard off. I slip it free and gracelessly tug off my trousers, boxers, and shorts. Claudia’s eyes flood with greed as she grabs for my cock, but I have other plans.
I seize her neck again, and her moan of appreciation tells me exactly what she thinks of rough play. I force her to spin around, and I kick her legs apart, pressing my body against her back to grind her against the faucet. She moans and wiggles, and it’s so fucking hot because she can’t get away. She’s mine. My queen.
Yes, yes, yes…
I hold her clit right over the water stream, putting that relentless pressure on her sensitive spot. The first orgasm tumbles from her almost immediately. Her pretty mouth falls open with this amazing moan and her ass bucks against