The Wolf and Queen

(Roselle POV)

I grabbed him forcefully, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.

Damn it.

A man this perfect, and Abigail never even realized what she had?

As my hands trailed over his biceps, even through the coat, I could feel the raw strength beneath.

Sculpted. Powerful. Unbreakable.

And I wasn't going to lie to myself—I wanted him.

Only one man had ever made me feel this way.

And it was him.

Even my system screen flashed a warning—

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[Be careful. He is 12 inches.]

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I nearly laughed.

A perfect body… and that Dick too?

Abigail Bardot, I don't care why you cheated on him, but you were never even worthy of him in the first place.

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The Room of No Return

As we stepped into my luxurious hotel suite, I wasted no time.

I pushed his coat off his shoulders, my fingers eagerly moving to his shirt buttons.

And when I finally pulled it away?

Damn.

His body was a masterpiece.

Broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted abs, a physique carved from pure discipline and war.

I bit my lip. "Now I just want to devour you."

His emerald eyes darkened, his smirk deepening as he reached for my gown.

In one smooth motion, he slid it off, his gaze drinking me in.

Then, with a teasing smirk, he reached for my bra, his voice low and intoxicating.

"Roselle… you are such a beauty."

The way he said it—**seductive, deliberate—**sent a fire through me.

Had he ever whispered such words to any other woman?

Damn it. I was jealous just thinking about it.

But tonight?

He was mine.

As we were completely naked, I looked down at him—his face buried between my legs.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" My moans filled the room as waves of pleasure crashed over me.

"How… how is your tongue this good, my???" My body trembled, heat pooling deep within me.

"Ohhh, I'm about to—Ahhh!!!"

I Came so much, my body shuddering from the intense sensation.

As I caught my breath, I glanced down—his face was covered in my juices.

Damn it.

He looked even sexier like this.

I licked my lips, a wicked smirk forming as I pushed him onto the bed.

I straddled him, my fingers trailing over his hard, sculpted body.

"Now, Samuel Gebb…" I purred, gripping his length.

"Time to give you a reward for your service."

As I took his dick into my mouth, his head tilted back, a deep groan escaping his lips.

"Damn it, Roselle…" His fingers tangled in my hair, his voice rough with pleasure.

"Still dominating as ever, huh?"

I smirked against him.

This masterpiece—this man—belonged to me.

And no one else could ever have him.

I Gave him blow job as he was too big making my mouth fully occupied.

Damn it it's been 30 minutes and it taste good with my mouth salaiva on his dick.

He came in my mouth, and I spat it out, wiping my lips.

Damn it.

I—**Roselle Vasilyev, the Mafia Queen, the ruler of darkness—**was craving my worst enemy.

And the worst part?

I was loving every second of it.

We were always like animals in heat, unable to get enough of each other.

As I hovered over him, still breathless, I smirked. "Don't worry, I won't get pregnant unless I want to."

I traced a finger down his chiseled chest, my voice sultry. "I have the ability to control birth."

He smirked up at me, his emerald eyes glinting with amusement.

"Good," he drawled. "Because I'm not planning to have cubs running around."

I froze.

Cubs?

Did he just call children… cubs?

My eye twitched.

Did this man think I was some kind of lioness or something?

That's it, Samuel.

I narrowed my amethyst eyes, determination burning inside me.

I was going to wipe that damn smirk off his face.

As I lowered myself onto his thick length, a loud, shameless moan escaped my lips.

"Ahhhh!!! Too big!!!"

He stretched me completely, filling me in a way no one else ever could.

It had been so long—not since our days in the Murim world had we done this.

And damn, it felt even better now.

Our bodies were made for each other.

Mine—perfect, sculpted, desired by any man who laid eyes on me.

His—powerful, raw, the very definition of male perfection.

There was no doubt in my mind.

No woman deserved him.

Especially not Abigail.

I rode him mercilessly, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room.

"Ahhh! So good, Samuel! I'm gonna cum..."

My womanly instincts took over completely, all shame forgotten.

And when I looked down at his face, those piercing emerald eyes watching me with desire—

I couldn't hold back.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Between breathless moans, I whispered, "Such a perfect body… and a perfect 12 inches."

I licked his lips, smirking seductively.

"There's no way any woman could handle you except me."

The Wolf Teases the Queen

The room was filled with nothing but the sounds of our bodies colliding, our ragged breaths, and my shameless moans.

I rode him mercilessly, taking everything he had, refusing to slow down.

I was the Mafia Queen, the ruler of darkness—

Yet here I was, completely lost in pleasure, completely lost in him.

"Ahhh! Samuel… so good! I'm gonna cum!"

I gripped his hard, sculpted chest, my nails dragging against his skin as I moved faster, chasing my release.

But then—

He suddenly gripped my waist, stopping my movements completely.

"Tch. Not so fast, Roselle."

I gasped, shocked by the sudden halt.

"W-What the hell?!" I growled, trying to move again.

But his strong hands held me in place, keeping me still on top of him.

His emerald eyes glowed mischievously, that damn smirk on his lips.

"You're being too greedy," he teased, his voice deep and husky.

I gritted my teeth, heat flooding through me.

"Damn it, Samuel! Let me move!"

But instead of listening, he leaned up, pressing his lips against my ear.

"Beg for it."

A shudder ran through my body.

B-Beg?!

I was Roselle Vasilyev! The most powerful woman in the world!

There was no way I was going to—

But then—

He suddenly thrust up into me, hard and deep, hitting that perfect spot.

A loud moan ripped from my throat.

"Ahhh! Damn it!!!"

His grip on my waist tightened, keeping me trapped.

His voice was low, teasing, wicked.

"What was that? I didn't hear you."

I clenched my fists, pride battling with my burning desire.

"S-Samuel… you bastard…!"

He smirked again, moving his hips just slightly, enough to drive me crazy, but not enough to satisfy me.

"Beg, Roselle."

"Or I won't let you cum."

My pride screamed at me to resist.

But my body?

My body betrayed me.

"D-Damn it…" My breathing was ragged, my voice shaking.

I bit my lip, hating how much I wanted it.

Then, in a whisper, I finally broke—

"Please… let me move…"

His chuckle was dark, victorious.

"That's my Queen."

And with that—

He let go of my waist.

And I rode him harder than ever before. "Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Samuel I'm cuming!!!"

As I moaned louder, my body trembled, finally reaching my peak.

Completely spent, I collapsed into his arms, my breath heavy and uneven.

Still catching my breath, I looked up at him and smirked.

"What happened? Are you done?"

But instead of answering, he simply grinned—that same infuriating, cocky smirk that made my heart race.

Then, with a low, teasing voice, he murmured—

"I didn't cum, Roselle."

My eyes widened slightly. "You—"

His grip tightened around my waist, his emerald eyes burning with mischief.

"So, tell me…" He leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Should I take the lead this time… or do you want to stay on top?"