Rise of a Queen (Kingdom Duet #2) Read Online Rina Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Kingdom Duet Series by Rina Kent
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
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She blinks again, and this time, the light slowly returns. Those dark blues that shouldn’t be allowed to lose their spark. Not eleven years ago, and certainly not now.

My fingers trace over the cloth where I know her scar and tattoo are. She shivers, her lids slightly drooping.

“Why did you get the closed eye over the wound?”

“When I was stabbed, I fell into the eighth grave — the same one you got me out of. I was delirious when I finally regained consciousness and got myself out. When I first looked at the wound, it felt like I was looking at Mari-Jane’s eyes — the one I witnessed being dragged. The wound felt just like her eyes, along with every other victim’s. At the time, I couldn’t sleep because their vacant gazes always visited me. I still can’t sometimes.”

So that’s the reason behind her nightmares. I don’t stop stroking her scar and Aurora leans into me, her nails digging into my shoulder again as if she’s afraid she’ll lose her balance.

“After I sutured that wound, I got the tattoo of the closed eye. I thought that…after Dad was sentenced, they could rest in peace, you know?” Her voice cracks. “Not now, though. They can’t be in peace if he gets out.”

“He won’t. He has no evidence against you.”

Her attention shifts to the block of books behind me, to the window, and even the table. She stares at any place but at me.

“Aurora, look at me.”

Her gaze slowly finds mine, and it’s only when she’s fully focused on me that I say, “You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me?”

Her lips tremble and she lets her fingers intertwine at the back of my head. “I never thought anyone would ever tell me that.”

“I will — every day if I have to — until you believe it.”

“God.” She smiles, but it’s not exactly joyful. The pain still lingers there like a ghost ready to pounce. “You’re nothing like how you were in the past.”

“How was I in the past?”

“I don’t know. When I first met you at the wedding, I thought you were too distant and too untouchable. You still are, in a way.”

“The wedding wasn’t the first time I met you.”

“What do you mean the wedding wasn’t the first time we met? I didn’t even live in London.”

I could tell her about that time in the cemetery, but that will only bring on Alicia’s memory and I don’t want her sad, so I change the subject. “You didn’t. You had a Yorkshire accent.”

Nostalgia covers her features. “I did.”

“You lost it. Why?”

“I…” She clears her throat. “I had to so I wouldn’t be identified. It was so hard at first.”

I can imagine her struggling to lose her accent. She was always a proud northerner, but because she needed to shed everything that had to do with Maxim, she ditched that part of herself, too.

Aurora’s head seems to be heading in that direction, considering how her gaze gets lost in the distance.

I won’t allow that to happen.

“Bend over.” My order, though calmly spoken, gets her immediate attention.

Heat blossoms in her cheeks. “Why?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Aurora. I hate it and you’ll get spanked more for it.” My hand trails down and I grab her arse, causing her to yelp. “But you like that, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her voice is breathy.

“Are you going to do as you’re told?”

She lifts her chin, that challenging streak rushing back in. “Make. Me.”

Tugging on her wrist, I flip her so her chest meets the desk and her arse is in the air right in front of me as I stand.

I yank her dress up to her waist and my cock strains against my trousers when I find her naked. Completely, utterly naked and splayed out for me.

She came prepared. Aurora rarely goes commando, and when she does, it’s because she wants me to have easy access. She confessed that herself after our swim at the beach.

Her porcelain flesh is reddened by my handprints from last night. I don’t spank her hard enough to cause a bruise, but I always leave my mark.

My hand comes down on her flesh and Aurora gets on her tippy-toes, her moan echoing in the air.

“When I say bend over, you bend the fuck over.” My fingers caress her skin, admiring my handprint on her, then I spank her a few more times until she’s whimpering and begging for more.

“J-Jonathan…”

“Stay still.” I part her arse cheeks and she tenses up when my thumb connects with the black plug in her butt. “You put it in.”

“Mmm.”

“Was it hard? Did you struggle like the first time?” I fucked her then to make her aroused enough for the toy to fit inside her.

“N-no. But I liked the first time better.”

“Why was that, wild one?” My hand wraps around her nape. “Because your cunt was filled in the process?”


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