His Queen,Their War

Chapter Nine

*Lorenzo*

The line went dead.

I stared at the dark screen of my phone, jaw tight, a curse breaking past my lips.

“Matteo…” I hissed,my knuckles white as I tightened my grip. “You stupid, ungrateful bastard.”

I leaned back in the driver’s seat of my car, leather creaking under my weight, the hum of the engine filling the silence Matteo had left behind. Betrayal burned in my chest, hotter than the whisky I usually reached for at times like this.

I had given Matteo everything,trust, loyalty, a seat close to my throne. And Matteo had dared to betray me. He was greedy! My eldest brother warned him,but I was too blind to see it,he's gonna pay for that.

The thought repeated like a drumbeat in my skull. He was supposed to be my brother. My shadow. My right hand. And he chose to spit on it.

Another curse tore out of me as I shoved the car door open. The night air hit me, cool against my heated skin, and I straightened my jacket with a violent tug. I stepped out, the gravel crunching beneath my polished shoes, and I stared at the mansion rising in front of me.

It was tall, sprawling, bathed in pale gold light, it was everything I had built with my blood and ruthlessness. Guards stationed at the gate stiffened as soon as they saw me, snapping to attention. I didn’t bother acknowledging them,I didn’t have to. They bowed their heads as I strode past, the weight of my presence was enough.

Inside, the marble floors gleamed. A chandelier cast fractured light over the grand hallway. My empire has always reflected me. It was cold, perfect and untouchable. Yet today, all it did was remind me that Matteo had touched what should have been untouchable.

As I climbed the staircase, my mind replayed every moment we had shared. The first time I had trusted Matteo with a job. The night we had bled together in some alley, fighting off enemies. The laughter, the toasts, the promises. All of it now soured, poisoned.

“You are going to pay with your f*****g life,” I muttered, the words like iron. I could already imagine it,Matteo on his knees, begging for a mercy that would never come. The thought almost soothed me. Almost.

But my body was still tense, still aching for release. Anger lived in my muscles, coiled tight, and I needed to burn it out before it ate me alive. I wanted to forget,for just one night,that betrayal had wormed its way into my house.

I remember placing a call earlier for a slut. Hopefully,that would calm me down.

I got to the second floor, and pushed the door open.The room was lit low, curtains drawn, shadows stretching long. And there she was,waiting. Dressed to tempt, her lips painted, her eyes following me the way prey follows a predator. She was my usual slut,I preferred her over the rest.

She smiled, soft, obedient. “You look tense.”

I didn’t smile back. I never did. I walked in, unbuttoning the top of my shirt slowly, deliberately, while my gaze stayed locked on her. She crossed the space between us, hips swaying, every step designed to please me.

When she reached me, I sank into the chair positioned at the center of the room. The seat of command. I spread my knees apart just enough, the gesture wordless but heavy.

“Make me forget my bad day,” I said. My voice was steel wrapped in velvet.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

She unbuckled my belt and the first touch of her mouth made my head tip back,a deep breath leaving me. f**k!! Her mouth and lips were cold,which made me shiver…it's because she knew I was coming.

Cold lips around my c**k,perfect for a hot afternoon. Her pace was slow,deliberate teasing me with every flick of her cold tongue. My fingers curled around her hair,guiding her the way I liked.

She chuckles lowly, wrapping a hand around the base. She strokes me slowly, enjoying the velvety feel of hot skin over hard steel. I groaned, head falling back against the chair.

She leans forward, tongue flicking out to trace the seam of my lips. She murmurs then wraps her lips around the head of my c**k.

I cursed loudly, my fingers tightening in her hair. She sucks gently, savoring the taste of me on her tongue.

She takes me deeper, inch by inch until her nose is pressed against my pelvis. She held herself there, swallowing around me as she breathed through her nose. I throbs against her tongue, hips rocking shallowly as I fight the urge to f**k her face.

After a moment, she pulls back, releasing me with a wet pop. She looked up at me,from under her lashes, licking a slow path up the underside of my shaft. "You like that, Don?" she purrs, while tonguing my slit. "Like feeling my mouth stretch around your big c**k?"

I groaned, my fingers flexing in her hair. "f**k yes. Love seeing my d**k disappear between these pretty lips."

She grins, her lips wrapped around me once more. She sets a steady pace, bobbing her head in time with the strokes of her hand. She takes me deep, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat.

I mutter some curses again, hips thrusting up to meet her mouth. She moans around me, the vibrations making me twitch in her throat. She can tell I was getting close, my rhythm faltering as I chased my release.

Pleasure coiled my spine as she increased the pace. Everything that happened faded away and all I could think about was coming undone in her mouth. She stroked me and licked my balls!! Damn! I was about to lose myself completely when…

BANG! BANG!! BANG!!!

The door flew open,slamming against the wall. I didn't flinch. Didn't even turn my head because I knew the only person who had the audacity to do that.

The lady turned,her lips slipping away as gasped softly.A cold voice cut through the air.

“ Really Lorenzo? In the middle of the day?”.

I sighed as she pulled away. “Salvatore”.

My brother stood there,arms crossed,his sharp, ice blue eyes flickered between I and the slut with mild disinterest. Unlike me,he had no time for distractions. She quickly buckled my belt and stood up.

“Hope u have some ice in your mouth lady,it's a hot afternoon” he added emotionless. She just cleaned her lips and smiled at him,but he didn't return the smile.

I ran a hand through my hair,exhaling slowly. “You better have a damn good reason for interrupting.”