His Vengeful Queen

His Vengeful Queen A.N. Stauber Copyright Copyright © [2023] by [A.N. Stauber] All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental. Contents Dedication Author's Note 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven Read On Acknowledgments About Author Dedication To all the strong women who've learned to take matters into their own hands. Author's Note Her Vengeful Queen is NOT a stand-alone romance. You must read Her Vengeful King first, and I highly recommend that you read His Remorseful King as well. If you don't you may not understand or know the characters and references in this novella. This is a short romance that is intended to be very spicy with little plot. CONTENT WARNING: This mafia story is NOT a clean romance. I do NOT condone any situations or actions that take place in this fictional story. AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you don't have any triggers, please feel free to skip the rest of this message. This book includes but is not limited to: Profanity, sexual asphyxiation (breath play), alcohol, PTSD from military experiences, murder, SA, (off-page), and other kinks. Chapter One “Haley! Wake up, love.” A husky voice penetrates my sleep, pulling me from the nightmares. My fists slam into something solid. That voice, the husky Irish lilt. It’s soothing me from the inside, but I still can’t get my eyes to comply. His lips press against the top of my head. The scent of whiskey causes my nostrils to flare. I try to force my eyes open, but my body is too focused on the screams coming from me. Arms wrap around my waist, and I’m settled into someone’s lap. My heart races, and my skin is sticky from sweat. I struggle to get my bearings. I focus on the warmth of the hard arms wrapped around me. They're strong and comforting. Familiar, and slowly, my breathing evens out. Relief shutters through me that I’m awake. I don’t remember the nightmares, but I know the feeling they cause is terrifying. Callum’s hand is caught in my hair as he pets the top of my head, whispering soothing words until I’m able to open my eyes. “It was just a dream, love.” His voice is against my ear, warmth enveloping my senses. His mouth presses against my temple and he rocks me in his arms. I whimper, clutch at his bare chest, and take in the scent of fresh soap on his skin. My eyes finally open . Callum brushes the hair from my face with a finger and drops his forehead to mine. “There you are,” he coos, and my body relaxes. He’s tense, holding onto me while I come down from the horrible terror that just flooded through me. A shiver falls over me and I hold him tighter. A few heavy breaths later, my heart rate is back to normal. “Do you remember it?” Callum asks, his fingers twirling a lock of my hair. “No.” I kiss his jaw, my lips pressing into the soft hair of his beard. Before Cal, I had to handle the rough nights alone. Waking up in my room, yet feeling like I was in unfamiliar territory. I’d have to take the edge off by working out. But now, things are different. Now, I need to be near him. My body is humming with adrenaline. I need to move. Being so close to him, when I never had any physical contact that made me feel good, is a new sensation I haven’t grown tired of. I bite my lip, letting the emotions guide me. Pressing my bare breasts against his hardened chest, I wrap an arm around his neck. My free hand travels lower, below the crisp, white sheets that cover only our waists. I grab his shaft, and he groans in my ear. I’m exhausted. Callum is too, but whenever he pulls me from the nightmares, I have trouble sleeping unless I take the edge off. “It’s five in the morning, and I have to get going for a meeting.” His words tell me no, but the smooth drawl of his tone coupled with the way his erection twitches in my hand say yes. “Please.” I kiss his ear this time, nipping it when I pull away. “I need you, baby.” I climb into his lap, wrapping my legs around his waist. Callum sighs, squeezing me closer to him, a soothing hand rubbing circles on my back. He’s barely touching me in any type of sexual way, even so, my clit tingles with anticipation. The growl leaving his mouth sends a shiver down my spine. Callum’s been getting more comfortable taking me however he wants. He’s stopped worrying about how I’m doing during. And the sex has gone from the gentle lovemaking that a patient man gives a woman who’s healing, to rough, demanding fuck sessions that send my entire body into a desire to always have him within arm’s reach. Before Callum, I hated human touch. Now, I want to always have him near me. His caresses bring me comfort. And his kisses. Fuck, are his kisses like an ice-cold beer after a long deployment. They’re a bright star in the darkest of nights. “Kiss me,” I say, pulling my face from his neck. Callum’s hand falls delicately against my throat. He tilts my head toward him, then claims my mouth with a passion that ignites my entire body. Everything is on high alert. His tongue demands dominance of my mouth, drinking up everything I have to