Elizabeth did not know how long she sat in that cold cell crying.

It felt like forever.

The coronation was probably over by now. Damian had probably announced her name and she had not been there. The council had obviously refused to accept her.

Everything was already ruined.

She suddenly heard footsteps coming down the hallway again and looked up. One of the guards who had arrested her was walking toward her cell.

He was alone this time.

"Where is the other guard?" Elizabeth asked, wiping her tears away.

"I sent him away," the guard answered with a smile that made Elizabeth's stomach turn. "I told him I would watch you myself."

He slowly pulled out a key, unlocked the cell door, and the iron hinges creaked as it swung open.

"Come here!" he ordered.

Elizabeth stood up slowly, her heart starting to pound. "Why? Where are you taking me?"

"Outside the cell," the guard answered, and he grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the hallway. "I have been watching you for months, you know. I have been watching you work in the palace. You are very sexy."

What was going on?

Where was he taking her?

What was he trying to do with her?

Elizabeth tried to pull her arm free but the guard's grip was far too strong. "Let me go."

"Shut up, whore!" he suddenly snapped and pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers. "You fucked the Prince, did you not? I heard your stepmother telling you that a few minutes ago. So if you can spread your legs for the Prince, you can do it for me too."

Terror flooded through Elizabeth's body and she shrieked in fear. "Get away from me!"

"I do not think you are in a position to give orders," the guard said as he grabbed her hair and forced her down to her knees. "You are going to suck my cock like a good girl, and if you do a good job, maybe I will let you go."

He started unlacing his trousers with one hand while the other kept a tight grip on her hair. Elizabeth's mind was racing because she was trapped down here, and no one knew where she was.

She had to save herself.

The guard quickly pulled his cock out and grabbed it with his free hand. "Open your mouth," he commanded.

Before he could see it coming, Elizabeth punched him as hard as she could right in his cock and he screamed and doubled over in agony. His hands flew to his crotch and he fell to his knees.

Elizabeth did not wait.

She jumped to her feet and kicked him hard in the face. He fell backward and hit his head on the stone floor with a sickening crack.

She ran.

She flew up the stairs as fast as her legs would carry her, taking them two at a time. Her lungs burned and her legs screamed but she did not stop. She could hear the guard groaning behind her but she did not look back.

Elizabeth burst out of the stairwell and into the main hallway. She had no idea how long she had been down in that cell. She had no idea if the coronation was over or still happening.

But she had to find out.

She ran through the palace corridors toward the great hall. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might explode. The doors to the great hall were still closed when she got there but she could hear voices inside.

Someone was giving a speech.

And that meant the ceremony was still happening. Elizabeth quickly grabbed the door handles and pulled them open.

The great hall was packed with people.

Hundreds and hundreds of them standing in rows facing the front. Damian stood on the raised platform in his full coronation robes with the crown on his head.

He was giving a speech.

"As your King, I promise to serve this kingdom with honor and wisdom," Damian was saying. "I promise to care for the people and protect them and-"

He stopped mid-sentence because he saw her.

Elizabeth stood at the back of the hall, breathing hard and probably looking like an absolute mess, but she was there.

She had made it.

Damian's face broke into the biggest smile Elizabeth had ever seen.

Everyone in the hall turned to look at her. Hundreds of faces staring at her in confusion and shock. Elizabeth saw her stepmother standing near the front with the other palace staff, and the woman's face went completely pale.

"Elizabeth," Damian said, and his voice carried across the entire hall. "You are here."

"I am here," Elizabeth said, and tears were streaming down her face but she was smiling. "I am so sorry I am late. I was locked in the dungeon and I could not get out but I am here now. I am here."

The entire hall erupted in whispers and gasps.

"Someone locked you in the dungeon?" Damian's voice went cold and dangerous. "Who?"

Elizabeth's eyes went to her stepmother, and Damian followed her gaze.

"Guards," Damian commanded. "Arrest that woman immediately."

Four guards moved toward Elizabeth's stepmother and she started backing away.

"Your Majesty, I have no idea what she is talking about," her stepmother said quickly. "I would never-"

"You had me arrested for stealing," Elizabeth said loudly so everyone could hear. "You told the guards I was a thief so they would lock me in the dungeon. You did it on purpose so I would not be here when the King announced his Queen."

"That is a lie!" her stepmother shouted. "She is lying! I am the head maid of this palace! I would never-"

"Take her away," Damian growled coldly. "Lock her in the dungeon where she belongs. She will be punished tomorrow!"

The guards dragged Elizabeth's stepmother toward the doors even though she was screaming the entire time. "This is not fair! You cannot do this to me! I am the head maid! I have served this palace for years!"

But no one listened.

The guards dragged her out of the hall and the doors slammed shut behind them.

Then there was silence.

Damian walked down from the platform and crossed the hall to where Elizabeth was standing. Everyone watched as he took her hands in his.

"Are you hurt?" he asked quietly.

"No," Elizabeth said. "I am fine. I am just happy I made it in time."

"You made it just in time," Damian said, and he was smiling again. "I was about to announce my Queen when you walked through those doors."

He turned to face the crowd and raised his voice so everyone could hear.

"This is Elizabeth," Damian announced. "She is brave and kind and strong. She fought her way out of a dungeon to be here tonight. She is the woman I love, and she is the woman I choose to be my Queen."

The entire hall erupted in applause and cheers. People were clapping and shouting and celebrating, and Elizabeth could not stop crying.

Damian pulled her into his arms and kissed her in front of everyone. When they finally pulled apart, he placed a crown on her head.

"My Queen," he whispered.

"My King," Elizabeth whispered back.

The rest of the ceremony was a blur of congratulations and celebrations. The council officially recognized Elizabeth as Queen and people lined up to bow to her and welcome her.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the ceremony ended and the guests started to leave. Damian grabbed Elizabeth's hand and pulled her out of the great hall.

"Where are we going?" Elizabeth asked.

"My chambers," Damian said, and his voice had gone rough. "It is our chambers now."

He pulled her through the corridors and up the stairs until they reached the royal chambers. He opened the door and pulled her inside, locking it behind them.

Then he turned to look at her.

"Do you know what I have been thinking about all night?" Damian asked, walking toward her slowly.

"What?" Elizabeth whispered.

"I have been thinking about how badly I want to fuck the new Queen," Damian said, and his eyes were dark with desire. "I have been thinking about stripping that dress off you and laying you down on my bed and making you scream my name until everyone in this palace knows exactly who you belong to."

Elizabeth's breath stopped.

She could feel the heat settling between her legs already.

"I want to fuck you like my life depends on it, Elizabeth..." Damian continued, backing her toward the bed. "I want to fuck you so hard you forget everything except how good I make you feel. I want to make you cum so many times you cannot walk tomorrow."

Elizabeth's back hit the edge of the bed and she sat down. Damian stood over her and started unlacing his robes.

"This is our first night as King and Queen," he said. "And I am going to make sure you never forget it."

She was finally Queen.

And tonight was only the beginning.

Damian's robes slowly fell to the floor. He knelt before her and pushed her thighs apart. He looked up at her once, his dark eyes steady on hers. Then he lowered his head.

His mouth closed over her pussy and Elizabeth moaned out loud.

He licked her slowly with long, deep strokes of his tongue, top to bottom, over and over until her thighs were shaking. She grabbed his hair with both hands and held on. He took his time and tasted every part of her like he had all the time in the world and nothing else worth doing.

"Damian, please."

He sucked her clit softly and she cried out. His hands held her hips flat against the bed so she could not move, could not squirm away, and could only take what he gave her. He slid his tongue inside her and she gasped. He licked back up to her clit and worked it in slow, tight circles until she was grinding against his face and begging him not to stop.

The orgasm hit her like a wave.

She came with her back off the bed, her legs shaking and his name tearing out of her throat. He kissed her inner thigh and looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes.

"We have all night, Elizabeth." His eyes moved up her body slowly. "And I plan to ruin you."

For the first time in her life, Elizabeth did not want to be anywhere else. She had waited her whole life for tonight.

And she was not going to waste a second of it.

Emma Clarke was the kind of girl men turned to look at twice.

She was just twenty-two and in her third year at Westfield University, and she had one of those faces that made men think dirty thoughts and feel guilty about it after. Her tits were full and sat high on her chest, and her ass was the kind that made men forget what they were saying mid-sentence.

But today she was also very, very horny.

It had started in her Sex Education lecture. Professor Hendricks was teaching the best sex positions for quick intense orgasms, going through each one with diagrams, and Emma had been sitting in the third row getting wetter with every single slide because she had not had sex in five days and her pussy was making that very clear. By the time class ended her thighs had been pressed together so long they had gone numb.

All she could think about was getting Ryan inside her as fast as possible.

Ryan Bennett was her boyfriend and today was his birthday. She had baked him a chocolate cake and brought it in a box beside her. The plan had been to give it to him at dinner tonight but dinner was hours away and she could not wait hours. She needed him now. She needed him to bend her over something and fuck her properly.

He was twenty-six, blond and blue-eyed, and he worked as Head of Corporate Affairs at Aldridge and Sons, one of the biggest law firms in the city. Emma had never visited him at work before because he liked to keep things separate, but she had not had sex in five days and her professor had just spent two hours talking about the best ways to make a woman cum and she was done being patient with her boyfriend.

She reached his law firm and took the elevator to the fourth floor, following the hallway until she found his name on a door near the end. A woman sat outside with a tight expression that did not soften when Emma approached.

His secretary.

"Can I help you?"

"I am here to see Ryan Bennett." Emma held up the cake box and smiled. "It is his birthday and I am his girlfriend."

Something crossed the woman's face and vanished quickly. She smiled but it looked extremely fake. "I am sorry but Mr. Bennett is in a closed door meeting. He cannot be disturbed."

"That is fine, I will wait." Emma moved toward the chair against the wall.

"I really do not think that is a good idea." The secretary leaned forward. "These meetings go on for hours. Leave his birthday cake with me and I will put it on his desk personally."

She stretched her hand out to take the cake.

Emma looked at the outstretched hand and felt something go still in her chest. The whole thing felt strange in a way she could not name. She almost stood up, already wanting to just leave the cake and go.

But then she thought about the five days she had not had sex, and she sat back down.

She was way too horny to leave. She had to get fucked by him before she walked out of this building.

"I am fine here, thank you."

The secretary stared at her. Then her phone rang and she answered it quickly, stood up with a folder and looked at Emma with something close to desperation.

"I have to drop this file down the hall," she said quietly. "Please do not go into Mr. Bennett's office while I am gone."

It was such a strange thing to say that Emma just blinked at her.

The secretary held her gaze for one more second and then turned and walked quickly away.

Emma watched her go. Then she stood up, walked straight to Ryan's door and pushed it open.

The sound hit her first.

But it took her brain three full seconds to understand what her eyes were seeing because nothing in her had ever prepared her for this.

Ryan was on his knees on the floor of his own office. His shirt was gone, his pants were around his ankles and his blond hair was a complete mess. Jake, one of his gym friends, stood in front of him with a fist in his hair and his cock buried deep in Ryan's throat. Ryan's eyes were shut and he was moaning around it in a way Emma had never once heard from him.

Behind Ryan was Theo, both hands gripping Ryan's hips and fucking him in deep hard strokes that filled the whole room with sound.

"Harder," Ryan begged, his voice raw and completely gone. "Please, harder, do not stop, fuck me harder."

Theo drove into him and Ryan dropped his head and cried out, the sound so loud and so shameless that Emma stood frozen for one long horrible moment before the cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor.

Everything stopped.

I couldn't believe my boyfriend was gay.

Ryan turned and saw her and the color drained from his face completely. He scrambled upright but Theo was still inside him and he made a broken sound pulling himself free, yanking his pants up with hands that would not stop shaking.

Jake and Theo grabbed their clothes and left without a word.

The door clicked shut leaving just Ryan and the ruined cake on the floor between them.

Ryan opened his mouth.

"Are you gay?" Emma asked. Her voice sounded far away.

"Emma, that is not-"

"I just watched two men fuck you in your office." Her voice was very steady. "Are you gay, Ryan?"

"It is complicated."

"It did not look complicated when you were begging one of them to fuck you harder."

"I am not gay," he said.

She almost laughed.

"How long has this been going on?"

He was quiet.

"Ryan..."

"Since we started dating," he said quietly.

Emma felt something crack inside her chest.

She stood there and thought about the last few months. The way he had been coming to bed late and leaving early. The way sex had become something he agreed to rather than wanted. She had thought it was just stress from work and she had even told herself she needed to be more exciting in bed, and give him more reason to want her.

She understood now what the actual problem had been.

"Did you ever love me?" The question came out before she could stop it.

"Emma."

"Just answer it."

He looked at the floor for a long time. When he finally spoke his voice was barely there.

"No," he said. "I never loved you, Emma."

Her face went hot but she absolutely refused to cry in front of him. She pressed her lips together, held it all in, and looked at him one last time.

Then she turned around and walked out without another word.

She made it to the elevator and pressed her back against the wall and cried the way she had not cried since she was a child, completely falling apart all the way down to the ground floor.

She walked out of the building and kept walking because stopping felt dangerous. She walked until she saw the sign for a club glowing at the end of the street, and music already spilling out onto the pavement.

She stepped into the club immediately, found a spot at the bar and ordered a strong drink.

She ordered another.

She was halfway through it when she felt eyes on her. She turned slowly on her barstool and found him immediately.

A man was staring at her.

Mid-thirties at least, maybe more, and that should not have made her pussy clench the way it did but it absolutely fucking did. He had dark hair, dark eyes, a jaw that could cut glass and broad shoulders that filled out his black shirt in a way that made her want to dig her nails into them. He had his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, a glass in his hand and he was looking at her like he knew exactly what she looked like naked and was deciding whether or not he wanted to do something about it.

Emma felt heat flood between her thighs.

He did not look away when she caught him staring. Suddenly he was walking toward her and when he stopped beside her she could smell his expensive cologne and she wanted to press her face against his neck and breathe him in.

"Rough night?" he said as he sat down next to her. His voice was so deep it made her nipples immediately hard.

She laughed and it came out broken. "You could say that."

"Want to talk about it?"

She told him everything even though it was embarrassing. She told him about the five days without sex and Ryan, her ex-boyfriend on his knees being fucked by two guys. She needed to tell someone about it so she would not break down again.

The man listened without interrupting and when she finished he was quiet for a moment and then he said, "That is fucking awful."

"It is the worst."

He shook his head. "What kind of man has you for three years and does not want to fuck you every single day?" His eyes moved over her slowly, from her face down to where her jeans rested on her hips. "A woman like you should never be sitting alone at a bar."

Something in her chest loosened.

She did not want to but she smiled at his compliment.

He slowly set his glass down and turned to face her fully. "You know what fixes a bad day like that?"

"What?"

"Revenge," he answered.

Emma looked at this man, this attractive older man who was looking at her like she was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to. She thought about Ryan on his knees getting fucked by two guys. She thought about how it had been five days without being touched and three years of boring sex with a man who had never wanted her.

She turned on her stool to face the stranger fully and looked up at him.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

His eyes went hungry and he reached out and gripped her chin, tilting her face up so she had to look directly at him.

"Say that again."

Her pussy clenched. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes," he answered and his thumb dragged across her bottom lip. "I want to fuck you until you forget your own name."

Emma's heart stopped.

Damn, she wanted him so badly.

The hotel was very expensive.

Emma could tell by the marble floors and the way the receptionist smiled at them without asking questions when the man from the club paid cash for the room. Emma still could not believe she had followed a stranger to a hotel room to get fucked.

They did not speak in the elevator.

He stood close enough that she could feel the heat coming off his body and when the doors opened on the eighth floor, he put his hand on the small of her back and guided her down the hallway. The room was large, dark and had floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. He closed the door behind them, locked it and turned to look at her.

Emma stood in the middle of the room and felt her heart pounding. Now that they were alone, she could see him properly and he was even more attractive than she had thought in the bar. He was older, confident and looking at her like he was going to ruin her in the best possible way.

"Come here," he ordered.

She walked toward him and when she was close enough, he reached out, pulled her against him and kissed her.

It was not gentle.

His hand went to the back of her neck and he gripped hard enough to make her gasp against his lips. She kissed him back and felt his other hand slide down her back, grabbing her ass while she moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back and looked at her with hungry eyes. "I am going to make you feel good but you have to do exactly what I tell you. Understand?"

Emma nodded and felt heat flood between her thighs.

"Good girl." He stepped back. "Take off your shirt."

She pulled her shirt over her head, dropped it on the floor and stood there in her jeans and bra, watching him stare at her. His eyes moved over her slowly and she felt her nipples harden under his gaze.

"The bra too."

She reached behind her back and unhooked it, letting it fall while his eyes went straight to her tits. He made a low sound in the back of his throat that made her pussy clench.

"Fuck," he said quietly. "Come here."

She walked toward him and he reached out, cupping her tits with both hands and squeezing them before his mouth was on her neck, kissing and biting his way down to her nipples. When he sucked one into his mouth she gasped and her hands went to his hair while he bit down just hard enough to make her cry out.

"You like that?" he murmured against her skin.

"Yes."

He bit her other nipple and she whimpered before he pulled back and looked at her with satisfaction.

"Get on the bed."

Emma walked to the bed and sat on the edge while he followed her and knelt in front of her, putting his hands on her thighs and spreading them wide. He leaned in and kissed the inside of her thigh before looking up at her.

"Lift your hips."

She did and he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs slowly before dropping them on the floor, leaving her sitting there in nothing but her panties while he looked at her like he wanted to devour her.

He ran his hands up her thighs and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties before stopping and looking up at her with a smile that made her stomach flip.

"I want to try something," he said.

Before she could ask what, he leaned forward and caught the fabric of her panties between his teeth and pulled. The material slid down her hips slowly and Emma watched him work them down her thighs with his teeth, feeling her pussy get impossibly wetter. When he finally got them off, he dropped them on the floor and spread her legs wide, looking at her with hunger in his eyes.

"Fuck," he said. "You are so wet already."

Emma felt her face go hot but she did not close her legs and he ran his thumb up the inside of her thigh, stopping right at her entrance and pressing slightly until she gasped.

"Please," she said.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me."

He smiled and leaned forward, putting his mouth on her pussy.

Emma cried out and her hands went to his hair, gripping hard as his tongue found her clit and circled it slowly. He was good at this, better than anyone she had ever been with, and he took his time, licking and sucking until she was writhing against his mouth and begging him not to stop.

He slid one finger inside her and then another, curling them up and finding that spot that made her see stars before she came so hard her whole body shook.

He did not stop.

He kept licking her through it while adding a third finger and fucking her with his hand until she was cumming again, begging him not to stop at all. When he finally pulled back, his mouth was wet and he looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive.

"Get on your knees," he said.

Emma slid off the bed and knelt in front of him, watching as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was thick, hard and bigger than Ryan's and she felt her jaw drop.

She leaned forward, licked the tip and heard him make a low rough sound above her.

"Good girl," he said as his hand went to her hair. "Now open your mouth."

She did and he slid inside while she wrapped her lips around him and started to suck his cock. He was gentle at first, letting her set the pace, but then his hand tightened in her hair and he started to fuck her mouth in slow deep strokes that made tears gather in her eyes.

"Relax your throat," he said. "You can take all of it."

She did and he pushed deeper until she gagged slightly and he groaned and pulled back.

"Fuck, you look so good taking my cock." He looked down at her with dark eyes. "You want me to fuck you now?"

Emma pulled off his cock and nodded before he pulled her to her feet, kissing her hard before turning her around and pushing her onto the bed face down.

"I want you to fuck me right now."

"Get on your hands and knees then," he ordered.

Emma got into position and felt his hands on her hips before the head of his cock pressed against her entrance. He pushed inside slowly and she was so wet he slid in easily, making her moan at the stretch.

"Fuck," he said. "You feel so good."

He pulled out and thrust back in harder while Emma gasped and gripped the sheets. He set a rhythm that was deep and every thrust hit something inside her that made her cry out.

"Harder," she begged. "Please fuck me harder."

He gripped her hips and started pounding into her while the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room and Emma felt another orgasm building already.

"Touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."

She reached down and found her clit, rubbing in circles until within seconds she was cumming and clenching around him while he groaned and fucked her through it.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back, pushing her legs up and open before sliding back inside her in one hard thrust. Emma looked up at him and he was looking down at her with an expression that was almost tender before he leaned down and kissed her as he started moving again.

This was different.

He watched her face as he fucked her and when she started to get close again he reached between them and rubbed her clit until she came apart underneath him.

"That is it," he said quietly. "Let me feel that."

She was still cumming when he groaned and reached his own orgasm and she felt him pulse inside her as he came.

He collapsed on top of her for a moment before rolling to the side and pulling her against him. Emma curled into his chest and felt his heart pounding before closing her eyes.

She was exhausted, satisfied and happy for the first time all day. That had been the best sex she had ever had and she still could not believe it was real.

Emma fell asleep with his arm around her.

---

When she woke up the next morning, the room was bright but she was alone.

She sat up slowly and looked around in confusion. The man from last night was gone. His clothes were nowhere to be found. His wallet and phone were gone, and there was no note on the nightstand and no sign that he had ever been there at all.

She got out of bed and checked the bathroom but it was empty.

He had left.

He had really gone.

And she had not even known his name.

Emma stood there naked in a hotel room and felt something cold settle in her chest. She had told him everything about her miserable life. She had cried about Ryan and let him buy her drinks before letting him fuck her.

Oh no, he had used her and left without even saying goodbye. Emma sat down on the edge of the bed, trying not to fall apart all over again.