Queen

After Lucifer left and everyone went their separate ways, Syn and I were the only ones left in the palace beside the guards and servants. I truly didn't feel like dressing up tonight but it was a formal dinner. If only it wasn't between just Syn and me, I thought with a sigh.

I tied the strings from my black heels up to calves and stood up to adjust the black satin dress. The material was incredibly thin and I couldn't wear a bra with it so I hoped it wasn't cold in the dining room. 

The dress ended at the halfway point on my thighs so the length wasn't truly something I was worried about. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and glanced at Bezy who had fallen asleep on my bed. I lifted the covers over his large body and he snuggled into it.

With a small laugh, I headed towards my door and opened it. At the same time, the door across from me opened and Syn walked out of his room. It wasn't truly a surprise that he chose the room across mine.

I cleared my throat and looked at the new guards positioned at my door and nodded at them. "Good evening, your highness," one of them said.

"Hey," I replied. "Please keep an eye out for Bezy."

They nodded and I closed my door. After everything happened with Dimitri, I never found out why my guards weren't there. Nobody would say anything so I took a precaution and fired them and replaced them.

My eyes moved to Syn who was dressed differently than his usual attire. Instead of a button-up and jacket like usual, he was wearing a grey vest over it with matching pants. His sleeves were rolled up to his forearms and I could see the pronounced muscles on his arms.

"Are you going to stare or are we going to dinner?" He asked.

My cheeks flamed in embarrassment and I walked past the guards and him and made my way to the dining room. He followed a short distance behind me and I somehow felt him looking at me but I didn't dare to look back.

"You look good," he said from behind me.

Deep breaths, Queen. I didn't give him a response and continued walking. A few minutes later we enter the dining room. I took a seat at the head of the long mahogany table and he sat in the other.

The room was dimly lit, the only things providing any source of light being the candles on the table and the moonlight from outside. I grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it into the glass. I was going to need liquid courage to get through this.

Syn watched me intently as I filled the glass to the brim and downed the entire thing within a few seconds. I poured myself another glass and Syn chuckled deeply. "Don't drink too much. You might get yourself into some trouble."

My chest rose and fell quickly at the tension in the room and I ignored his warning. He placed two ice cubes into his glass and poured the amber liquor sitting next to him into it. The clinking of the ice hitting glass and he raised it to his lips was the only sound being heard in the room.

"How was your day, dear?" He teased like we were some boring old couple eating dinner.

I rolled my eyes at the comment and stared down into the wine glass. "My day was fucking amazing. A man moved into my home without my permission."

"Did I need your permission?" He asked.

"It would've been nice."

"Noted."

We stared at one another seriously and the air in the room became suffocating. The only thing that broke the air was the opening of the kitchen door. One of the palaces' cooks, Mac rolled in a cart and placed a plate of food down in front of me.

Syn remained looking at me as the man placed his plate down in front of him next. His fingers tapped his lips and my eyes followed them. "We aren't to be disturbed the rest of the night."

Mac nodded and rolled the car out. I watched as Syn picked up his knife and fork and began cutting into his steak. With a piece of meat on his fork, he lifted it to his mouth slowly and enclosed his lips around the fork. He slowly pulled it out of his mouth and I looked at him blankly.

"Delicious," he said.

I began eating and we remained quiet for over fifteen minutes until Syn cleared his throat. "Please pass me the salt?" he asked.

I looked up and my eyes landed on the salt that was sitting in the middle of the table. Equal distance between the two of us and I scoffed. "You got it," I said as I took another bite of food into my mouth.

"But I asked you to do it," he said with a smirk.

I smiled and waved my fingers as the salt rose from the table and flew towards his face. He raised his fingers and stopped it midair, mere inches away from his face. He grabbed it and sprinkled it onto his food.

"Thank you," he said as a victorious look flashed across his face.

"Why are you smiling so much?" I asked in annoyance. I didn't know why he was acting the way he was but it felt as though he had an upper hand in whatever situation was happening between the two of us.

"Maybe it's because you're here," he said.

My cheeks heated but I kept a straight face. "Don't say that when you threatened to take me down."

He sat back and sighed as he set his utensils down. "First, have a definite, clear, practical ideal; a goal, an objective. Second, have the necessary means to achieve your ends; wisdom, money, materials, and methods-"

"Are you seriously quoting Aristotle to me right now?"

"Third-" he interjected. "Adjust all your means to that end."

I set down my fork and nodded. "I get it. I'm one of the means you need to adjust."

"No hard feelings," he said. He picked up his glass of liquor and twirled it before downing it and sucking his teeth. "We did just meet after all."

My heart hurt momentarily at his words, but then I remembered what he was saying. I was just a stepping stone to him in his quest to the throne. No more than that. His quote told me enough.

"I'm not that easy to take down, Syn," I said.

"I would hope not." He licked his lips and my eyes flicked down to them. I swallowed a lump in my throat and his eyes moved to my chest. The cool air had hardened my nipples and I was aware that they were visible to him through the dress.

I watched as his jaw clenched and I smiled to myself seeing that we both were trying not to give in to one another. He was trying as hard, if not harder to resist than I was.

"Well Syn," I said as I stood up from my seat. "This dinner has been...eventful."

He remained seated with his fingers under his chin as he continued watching me. I mustered up the courage to add some motion to my feet and I walked past him. Within seconds his arm was around my wrist and items went crashing to the floor as he set me on the table.

My hand tangled into his hair as our lips crashed down onto one another passionately. I should've known that "one time" would end up like this as it did in the past. He felt more like an enemy than a lover right now but I needed him the same as I did before.

He pushed my legs apart and stepped between them. I felt his hard member against me and my hand moved down his body and I gently squeezed it. That earned a groan from him and his fingers dug into my backside.

His hands hurriedly ripped apart my underwear and I pushed him away in annoyance. "Why do you always do that?" I growled angrily.

"So you'll do that." I scoffed but he attacked my lips brutally once again. He moved my dress above my hips and my hands moved to his pants in rushed movements. I opened his zipper and pulled down his undergarments and his thick member sprung into action.

I bit my lips and Syn's hand trailed up my body from between my legs. He gently pushed me until I was laying flat against the table and I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

He snaked his arms around my legs and roughly pulled me until I was at the edge of the table. He lowered himself between my legs and I felt his fingers penetrate me before his tongue flicked down my clit.

"You taste amazing," he whispered.

After a few minutes of heavy panting and hair gripping, Syn stood up and locked eyes with me as he ran his hand up and down his length. I felt his tip slowly enter me and I groaned as his large side stretched me.

He took no chance to let me adjust to him as he slammed into me and I cried out loud. His thumb massaged my clit as he thrust in and out of me and my eyes fluttered closed.

I wished they hadn't because as soon as I closed them, images of Dimitri flashed in my mind and my breathing became uncontrollable. "No, please stop! I can't!" I exclaimed as I pushed him away.

My face was grabbed and I felt breathing on my lips. "Hey, hey open your eyes!"

"It's me." Through watery vision, I looked at Syn and I trembled against him. "Breathe with me, Queen," he commanded.

He patiently let out inhales and exhales and instructed me to go along with him. This lasted until I was calm and he ran his hand up and down my arms to relax me.

I looked up at the ceiling and blew out a huff of air and Syn moved to pull up his pants. I stopped him with a hand against his arm and he looked up at me. "What is it?"

"I want to," I whispered. "With you."

He searched my eyes with concern clouding his and he stood up. "Are you sure, Queen? We can always wait-"

"I'm sure," I urged with a confident nod. I was in a fragile state of mind but I wanted him.

He kissed my forehead and I laid back against the table. I didn't know how we could go from almost fighting, to him stopping me from having a panic attack so quickly.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt him move my leg over his shoulder. "If we're doing this, I need your eyes on me the entire time."

I opened my eyes and gave him a confused look. Eye contact this entire time was going to be incredibly intimidating. "Why?"

"Because I want you to see that it's me doing this to you, not anyone else," he said. "Okay?"

"Okay," I said quietly. As he said, I remained looking at him, and he at me, as he slowly entered me. My thoughts of Dimitri completely disappeared as I looked at Syn thrusting in and out of me.

His slow movements increased in speed and my moans became louder. I couldn't imagine what the cooks and servants were thinking but I'd apologize to them later.

He fucked me so hard and mercilessly that I almost closed my eyes to withstand the growing sensation within me. But with a slap against my thigh, I was reminded to open them.

I watched his body shiver as he leaned an arm onto the table and my legs trembled on him, making him look smile down at me. "You can come," he said.

I was surprised that he wasn't playing any games with me as he usually did. I almost didn't believe him until he slowed down his movements and gave me the chance to. "Come with me," he ordered softly.

At his command, I became putty in his hands and I groaned as the tightening tension in my core was released. He followed suit after me and we remained still for a few moments to catch our breaths.

He didn't give it much time before he pulled out of me and adjusted his clothing. I sat up and he glanced at me before walking to the door. "Goodnight, Queen. This night was...eventful," he mimicked my words from earlier.

He left the room and I was left exposed and panting in the darkroom. My urge to pee suddenly reminded me that we didn't use a condom AGAIN. I didn't know what about Syn made me go and lose self-control and common sense all of a sudden.

Thankfully, I wasn't so stupid a couple of days ago and went to my doctor to be put on birth control. I took my first monthly shot already, so pregnancy wasn't something I was worried about.

The door to the kitchen suddenly opened and one of the cooks peeked her head in. "Are you alright, your highness?"

It was kind of late to ask but I smiled and nodded at her. "I'm good."

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⚠️Disclaimer: ⚠️
That chapter contained sexual content/mature themes. I hope you read at your own discretion.

^Lol i put this here because I didnt want to spoil😀

Author's Note
I'd be good too if I was railed on a dining table😌

Well, it seems that no matter how annoyed or upset at one another they may be...the seggs just won't stop😌.
I'm glad Syn helped her through her panic attack but I wonder why he left so abruptly. 🤔
I hope y'all enjoyed today's chapters❤️
Lmk your thoughts✨