Undefiled Queen

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Prologue

“I love you, Merlyn. The feeling is frightening. I have you, but it’s like I don’t have you enough. So I hug you, but when I do, it’s like you’re not close enough. So I kiss you, and still I can’t get enough. So I make love to you. And yet, and still I feel like I’ll wake up and won’t be sure. And I worry. I worry that I’ll lose you again. That’s one of the reasons I watch you sleep. Because I’m afraid if I close my eyes, when I open them again, you’ll be gone. This is why I want to marry you, Merlyn, do you understand?”

A lone tear fell from my lashes. “I’ll never leave you again, Stephen. You’re my lifeline.”

The next moment a menacing laughter left out of him. “That’s right. You are my slave and should be ready 24/7 to follow my instructions. He placed his finger under her chin, tilting it upward to kiss her. The kiss was wild, demanding and ferocious taking away the breath out of her.

Merlyn whimpered. “Stephen, please stop. You are forcing me to death. Is this the way you love someone?”

“Bloody woman, stop dictating the terms and kiss me back.” He pulled her hair and angled her neck in a feral crave.

Seconds  passed and Merlyn was almost knocking the doors of heaven with his perilous advances but ultimately it was due to her lucky stars the kiss turned soft and caressing that bled into a hard tongue thrust and possessive fever.

She submissively smoothed her palms over his taut pecks, shivering at the heat seeping through his pores.

She tried to part, unable to take over anymore his cavernous moves but he glued her to the kiss, not wanting to let go.

Having found no other way to escape, she bit his tongue and that was a blunder for Stephen hated ruling women.

He growled into her mouth with irresistible anger and capitulated. “You bloody devil,”

Kissing her along her neck, he forcefully tilted her head back, exploring her throat, and sucked at her soft flesh long and hard enough to mark her his. “I hate it when you resist me. You should know I’m invincible .” He raggedly whispered and directed her face to his chest.

She traveled down his firm sternum, swirled her tongue around his nipple, and he flexed his well-built chest. ‘Bloody bastard’ – she thought with distaste quelling her mouth.

“Please stop, I need to go. It is enough for today.” She requested, and he bit her nipple.

The subsequent jump of her body was not deliberate this time, much to his satisfaction. “Take that as my gift for denial.” He said to her like a reigning Lucifer.

His kisses meandered down her body until she was soon on her knees, the position he wanted her.

Her fingers twirled in his silky trail while she one-handedly unzipped his jeans and freed his rock-hard, veined erection. It was hot, red with blood and felt impressively sturdy in her hands.

She peered up at him through her lashes while he leered down at me with hooded blue eyes. Then he flashed a lopsided grin and twitched his dick in her hand. Again. And again. Cocky, cocky ass.

Eyes glued to his, she took his crest in her mouth. His lips parted, and he tried to make his ensuing sighs imperceptible. He knew she was challenging him if he could ever give up on her. Accompanied with an enormous revenge, it was a game of love and war. He knew she’d put up a tough fight for him but what she did not know was, he was surely not a loser.

Licking around his blood-filled crest, she slid her tongue through the split that sprouted pre-cum. He emitted a shuddering sigh this time, but still kept his gaze transfixed on hers.

She took him in, inch by inch, going lower and lower until she felt him touch her tonsils, her lips wrapped tightly around his base.

Stephen slammed his eyes shut and his head fell backwards. “Shhhhhhhiiiiiit.”

Then she began to move, pleasuring him with her mouth, sheathing her teeth and sucking him hard. Occasionally releasing him with a ‘pop’. Whenever he tried to flex his hips, she’d tighten her fingers around the base of his shaft, blocking his orgasm. At least at once she wanted to be in control.

“Fuck, Merlyn… you wouldn’t allow me even a peaceful sex…please…” He finally pleaded with her which felt like music to her ears. At last they were 0-1.

He was famous for being merciless in bed and this was her return. She tormented him a minute longer, reveling in his garbling and the way his body shivered as his hands helplessly gripped the railings.

Ending the torture, she uncurled her fingers from the base of his shaft, grasped him with both hands and pumped while she sucked.

Her hands and mouth moved in synergy. He swelled and grew harder, his hands now fisted in her hair. “Shit… about to… hot… damn… no… shit…”

Knowing he was about to climax, she took him all the way in, shoving his swollen steel-hard dick to the back of her throat, as far as she could go without choking.

“Ah Christ!” he growled as he reached his peak and sent his fluids squirting down her throat, pulsing effusively.

Expended, he slumped back against the railing, simultaneously lifting her to her feet. His lips came down to mine, kissing me hard. “How did you-” he started to ask when he pulled away, but curtailed and shook his head. “Don’t you ever goddamn leave me. You understand?”

She nodded, nevertheless did she have a choice? She was his prisoner to be apt a slave who should satisfy him in all his physical persuits.

“Promise me.” He was waiting for her to reply and with each passing second she could see his eyes turn darker in fury. Her body trembled with his devilish nature and hairs on her body stood up with fright.

As her lips refused to function, she urged her body to react to save her skin from his merciless whips. On her tippy toes, she stood and smacked him a kiss. “I promise. I’ll never leave you, Stephen.”

“God damn it! How many times should I say, you should add – I love you very much.” He slammed his lips on hers in a punishment and sucked all the air from my lungs.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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Merlyn woke up from her bed in a jerk with her face turned red and body covered in sweat. It was the same dream again. ‘He was her past. Now she had escaped him and he would never come back in her life.’ She tried to counsel herself by wiping the sweat on her face with a napkin but her conscience refused to listen. He was there happily breathing in some corner of the world and he will come back to get her one way or the other.

I hate you Stephen Collomen.

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Present

A sleek black Range Rover stopped before a stylish looking skyscraper. On the top of the building stood letters proudly in black – The Radiance Industries.

The driver of the car got around and opened the door of the back seat to help his boss out of the vehicle. Another man raced to the caur trunk and brought out the wheelchair before the master got out of the car when a pair of perfectly polished black shoes kissed the tarpaulin ground.

The trio entered a spacious foyer, where the ceiling was as high as that of a Catholic church. The floors were white marble, and an imposing chandelier shimmered from above. Crystal flower vases stood very proud on every corner of the sitting room that screamed opulence and at one side was the reception desk

Though attached to a wheelchair, it was the magic of aura he carried around him so strong and superior that people’s feet worked on their own accord to stand up and greet the great boss though he hadn’t even noticed their presence.

No sooner he entered the workplace grandeur his employees walked around him for various advice and discussing work points.

His speech was elite and distinguished when talking to his employees. He was suave, stylish and elegant in his behaviour and mannerism. Shivers went down the speaker’s spine hearing his commanding and chivalrous voice. He was compelling at the same time with radiance shining in his eyes

The navy blue suit he was putting was flawless, perfectly tailored and the muscles of his hands were strong, bulging out to which the aristocratic suit did little or no justice. He felt debonair and handsome in every aspect. One could easily estimate he was lean, tall and easily more than six feet if he could stand up but the irony is nobody is above fate. Stephen met with a dangerous accident a few months ago and both his legs went paralyzed.

Walking beside his wheelchair in a short red skirt and six inch pencil heels was his secretary who was trying to balance the notepad on her hand and coffee on the other with a cellphone getting to record everything that he was speaking.

The oak wood door which automatically opened with sensor support had letters written in bold – The CEO when his wheelchair entered the threshold. Greeting him ahead was a floor to ceiling glass window which gave a view of the busy city life.

To the side of the room was a huge bookcase with various sorts of files and books neatly placed one above the other. On the other side was a mahogany desk with a glass top on which various documents and folders were systematically placed for his perusal.

Stephen was reading the files and signing the documents hurriedly because shortly he was going to host a meeting.  Today after almost a decade, Radiance industries is on the top and one of the fastest growing firms in the manufacturing industry with its products ranging from electronics to sanitary pads, from a small pin to a giant machinery.

Radiance industries now aims to capture the European market too. It was a phenomenal presentation that took off from his laptop just a couple of days ago in the process of convincing Oyster Inc a European firm with its branch in Minneapolis to join him in the fusion.

As he was deeply reading the matter on the file, there was a knock at the door. The secretary walked in and greeted him. “Sir, your dad arrived. He wants to meet you immediately.”

Stephen pulled out a low groan holding his head. “Tell him to wait, you know I have a meeting and it is very important.” Till an hour ago he was editing the minutes of a presentation for his Minneapolis firm regarding an expansion project. Radiance industries was on the brink of successfully merging both the Chinese and the U. S. market. For the longest time, the two markets operated separately from one another, without ever realizing their potential as a mass conglomerate market for consumer products. But Stephen had succeeded in nullifying the traditional terms of business to coalescence.

“Sir, he says the matter is important and he wants to meet you in an emergency. He wouldn’t wait at any cost.” The secretary pleaded her helplessness.

‘Fucking old man! He wouldn’t allow me a break at any cost.’ – Stephen thought. “Send him in!” He commanded before he growled and then closed the file in front of him.

Seconds later polished black shoes in powerful steps clicked heavily on the wooden floor and a gray haired man occupied a seat before him in poise with his right leg ankle resting on the knee of the left.

“Dad, I told you I’m not interested in marriage. Why do you always keep persuading me on the same matter?” The patriarch did not speak a word as reply. In return he only extended a manila envelope on which in black ink were neatly written letters in cursive handwriting – ‘To my grandson Stephen Collomen.’

“This is the letter written by your grandfather. It contains the contents of his will. I know you have no interest in marriage but unless you marry and beget an heir within the next two years, you will not have any inheritance as the Collomen heirloom.” Mr Raven Collomen the father of Stephen clearly stated.

“Damn it! The old man had gone nuts. What about the years of hard work I put on this business? I invested my flesh and blood here. A small one million dollars firm is now the fastest growing manufacturing industry in the universe with a turnover of 100 millions per annum.” Stephen said in rage, stamping his palm on the crystal clean glass desk and sending the papers on it flying in the air.

Raven shook his head. “No, he is not. He wants his business to live and stand for future generations too.”

Stephen shook his head and ran his hand on his neatly gelled black hair, unable to find a way to convince his father. Little did he know his dad was the architect of this master plan exercised by his grandfather to get him married.

But he was a man who takes his decisions independently. Nobody has the right to dictate terms to him. Will Stephen agree to what his father says? The suspense continues.