Queen

He kissed me slowly, lowering me onto his length as my body took in every exquisite inch of him. My hands scrunched up the material of his shirt lying on his shoulders. I could feel my nails digging into my palms. I hated that he could make me feel like this in such a fucked up situation. What started as purely a need to get Aiden to break down turned into me riding Syn and resisting the urge to tear off the rest of his clothing.

He pulled away with a smile, kissing my cheek sloppily and moving to my neck. "What happened to 'I won't enjoy this?'"

My hand relaxed against his shirt and moved to his neck. I let it tangle into his hair before tugging it back and making him look up at me. He groaned, a grin spreading across his lips as he looked at me and I gave him a warning look. "Don't piss me off right now."

His hold tightened on my hips, slowly and punishingly easing me down his length until he was completely inside me. He hooked his hands around the back of my thighs, lifting my feet off the ground and spreading me even further. He moved deeper into me at the movement and a choked breath left my mouth at the sensation. He smiled at my reaction, and wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me flush against him- his cock serving as a reminder of who was dominating the situation. "Or what, Princess?" He whispered.

My fingers loosened against his hair- his every slight movement sent pressure and fluttering waves throughout my body. My mouth was parted, stifled moans stuck in my throat being released in short breaths. He chuckled and I met his eye, my irritation wanting so badly to fight back against him...but I couldn't. My body against my mind's desire succumbed to his will. "That's what I thought," he teased, slowly easing in and out of me again. "Although...maybe I should piss you off. As...fleeting as the moments are, I do love seeing you try to be in charge."

"Did you usually talk to the other women this much while fucking them?" I asked breathlessly, my annoyance persisting. "Or am I the lucky one?"

"Are you asking because you want to know or because you're curious about how I fucked someone other than you—"

"Tread carefully right now."

He raised a brow, glancing down at my lips before looking into my eyes. "Is that a threat?"

"It is."

"Promise?"

I let go of him and his smile grew as I rolled my eyes. "You're sick. The thought of me hurting you turns you on, huh?"

"The thought of you doing anything to me turns me—"

"She's quite the treasure, isn't she?" I heard Aiden ask from behind me and my blood ran cold. I had almost forgotten he was here to begin with. Suddenly, my naked body on display began to make unease crawl up my spine. I could feel Syn's anger but he remained still under me, his fingers caressing my tender hips. "So tight...and so perfect. I could almost imagine how you're feeling right—"

"Shut the fuck up," Syn growled over my shoulder. "Don't say another damn word about her—"

"What? I'm only trying to relate," he said. "From one man who's had her...to another."

"Okay." In one quick movement, Syn pulled a gun from behind the seat and I looked at him in shock as he raised it past me to Aiden's head. "Have it your way."

"Syn," I whispered and placed a hand on his arm. "Stop. What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He said to me flatly. "I'm going to kill him." His eyes moved to me for a moment as what looked like realization filled his eyes. "You're trying to stop me..."

"Well, obviously," I said. "We don't have any answers yet."

"I can find them myself."

"Don't be impulsive," I said lowly.

He scoffed, his eyes on me. "Are you sure answers are the only reason you're protecting him right now?"

"What other reason would there be?"

"I don't know, Queen. You're on my dick right now yet he's the one whose side you're on," he said venomously, his weapon still trained on Aiden. "Perhaps his words triggered some memories for you because this is fucking sudden."

"Do you believe that?" I whispered. "I can't hide how I'm feeling from you anymore, Syn. Listen to your body and feel me. That should tell you the answer to this stupid shit you're asking me."

He looked at me for a long moment, searching my eyes before letting out a breath and closing his eyes. He lowered his gun, opening his eyes, and I took the weapon into my own hands. He let me, and I gave him a reassuring smile.

"Fuck her all you want," Aiden continued. "But you've never had her the way I had—"

I couldn't help but laugh at that. He truly thought that he possessed some part of me that was unattainable to Syn. He may have had me, but he never owned me- not in the slightest. From the moment we met, I made it clear to him that he'd never be my main focus- not when Syn occupied my mind and heart constantly. There was never room for anyone else and I was an idiot for trying to force an inkling space for this creep.

"Please," I spoke up. "I can promise you that you haven't had me in any way. Don't overcompensate."

"Why not?" He asked. "You haven't looked at me once. That means something- out of sight out of mind. You feel something for me, if you didn't, you'd have no problem looking at me while tearing my heart out."

"See," I started, using Syn's shoulders as balance to stand up. He gently eased out of me, his hands on my hips until I was standing on the floor on my own. I turned to face Aiden and ignored the disgust running through my body as he looked at me. I hated that I didn't recognize him anymore. But it did make what I was planning to do next a lot easier. "I was trying to ease a little bit of your pain- not letting the last thing you see be my face even though you truly deserve to see just how much I want him."

He swallowed, his jaw clenching and I lowered my hands to the armrests of his chair, my hair brushing across his face momentarily. "You think you can read me better than I can myself, hm? Read this then..." I looked over my shoulder, my eyes meeting moving to Syn as he sat relaxed against his own chair, his eyes on my ass. When his eye met mine, a million words were silently passed between us. He smiled, standing up from the chair and I looked back at Aiden who looked like he was a few seconds away from dying inside.

Good.

He gritted his teeth. "What kind of man lets their woman be naked in front of another man?"

"A man who has every intention of killing you shortly after," Syn spoke, a heat running through my body as his hands moved from my thighs to their position on my hips. I bit my lip as I felt him behind me and Aiden looked at me, anger flashing through his eyes. I smiled at him, resting one of my hands on the part of the chair on the right side of his head for support.

Syn aligned himself at my entrance, anticipation building between my legs before slowly pushing himself into my aching center. There wasn't much to fake in front of Aiden, Syn knew my body better than anyone did. He knew where to touch, when to move- how fast or slow to go...he was just fucking perfection. But we both were a little bit more...animated in front of Aiden. The moans I tried to stifle when Syn and I were alone together were screamed right into Aiden's face. Syn's usually precise and calculated thrusts were wild and unpredictable- hard and fast.

Not to mention loud— we were loud as fuck.

The moans, groans, cries, and pounding cacophony echoed off the walls of the basement and shot straight to Aiden, making him shake with rage as he watched us. He tried to close his eyes— my mouth moved beside his ear and I would moan Syn's name, pleading for him to fuck me harder, faster...His eyes pleaded with mine for us to stop and I just let my eyes roll to the back of my head, savoring the feel of Syn fucking me.

"Stop," he hissed. I ignored him as my breathy moans skated across his face.

Syn was right about this. I didn't feel weak or like an object. I felt in control and even more than that- I felt powerful. Aiden may have stripped me of the knowledge of who he truly was but I could hurt and scar him far more deeply than his betrayal and continuous lies did me.

"Syn, please," I groaned, my eyes on Aiden as my core pulsed and tightened—begging for release.

"You can come, Princess. I'm here." I screamed out convulsing around his length and my body shook as my orgasm flowed through my body. I felt his warmth flood through me, signifying his release and I held back a smile as I looked at Aiden.

"Hmm." I let out a satisfied breath. "There's an example of one way he's had me that you never have..."

He cleared his throat, a look of disgust trained on me. "You let him go bare inside you..."

"Oh, I've done plenty more than that." Syn placed a kiss on my shoulder and I smiled. He gently pulled out of me, grabbed the shirt I was wearing from behind the chair he was sitting in, and placed it over my head. My cheeks heated and I pouted up at him as he disrupted my much-needed bad bitch monologue to Aiden.

He had stepped back and let me take the reins and I took this as his need to regain control of the situation once again. I smiled, feeling his small pangs of jealousy beginning to reoccur as he covered me up. "Okay, woman." He tapped my ass. "Get upstairs before you start dripping on my good floor."

"Don't act like you wouldn't like that," I replied lowly, raising myself on my tip toes and placing a kiss on his lips. I felt him give in slightly, trying to lean into my lips and capture another kiss but I leaned away with an amused grin. "Will you be okay?" I said lowly, gesturing toward Aiden.

"Oh, I'll be great," he said. "We're just going to have a chat."

"Okay, I'll be back." I felt the familiar wetness between my legs and the urgency kicked in. I turned on my heel, heading to the steps.

"No!" I heard Aiden yell. "Don't leave, please!"

I slowed looking over my shoulder for a quick moment. "You're in good hands, trust." I flashed him a grin at his sudden cowardice before practically running up the stairs. Whatever Syn was going to do, I hoped it hurt.

I heard Aiden's screams as I closed the door and let out a breath as I walked to the stairs. "Why are you walking?" I heard Paris's voice. I looked over my shoulder to see him relaxed on the couch, his arm draped over the back of it.

"Huh?"

"Huh," he mocked me, a teasing smile on his face. "From what I heard you should be in a...rush?"

My eyes widened. "How much of all that did you hear?"

"Hmm." He rubbed his jaw, glancing at the ceiling. "I could probably re-enact the entire thing."

"Oh, no." I cringed.

"Oh yes." He sighed. "Well." He snapped his fingers. "Get a move on, sweetheart...these are some pretty nice floors."

My mouth dropped. "You could've at least covered your ears."

"Where's the fun in that?"

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