My Scumbag System - Chapter 244

Chapter 244: This Is What Happens When You Make Your Queen Jealous
“You want to play games? Fine. Let’s play.”

Her weight settled on my lap, all curves and fury. Silk pajama shorts did nothing to hide the heat between her thighs as she ground against me, deliberate and punishing. Purple eyes locked on mine, wild with jealousy and want. Even in anger, she moved like royalty—every motion a decree, every touch a command.

I didn’t let her keep the upper hand. My hands shot around her waist, yanking her flush against my chest until I felt her heartbeat hammering in time with mine. Our bodies aligned perfectly, her softness yielding against my hardness, the contrast that always drove me wild.

“I thought you’d never ask, Queen,” I rumbled, low enough that only she could hear, the ancient game of dominance and submission beginning anew between us.

She crashed her mouth against mine. This wasn’t just angry kissing; this was war. Her tongue invaded, teeth nipping my lower lip hard enough to make me grunt. Her hands twisted in my hair, pulling just shy of painful while mine roamed under her camisole, finding the soft skin of her back, tracing the ridges of her spine. The silk of her top bunched under my fingertips, revealing more of her perfect skin with each wandering touch.

She tasted like mint toothpaste and something uniquely Natalia—something expensive and intoxicating that I couldn’t get enough of. The scent of her high-end shampoo filled my nostrils as her hair fell around us like a curtain, cutting us off from the rest of the world.

A moan built in her throat as I slid my hands down to cup her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints. She arched against me, breaking the kiss to throw her head back—

I clamped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh,” I whispered, nodding toward the wall. “Akari’s room is right next door. And you, my dear Queen…” I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear, feeling her shiver as my breath tickled the sensitive skin, “are not exactly the quiet type when you’re enjoying yourself.”

Frustration flashed across her face, quickly replaced by something wicked and challenging. Her eyes narrowed to dangerous slits, the purple of her irises darkening to almost black in the dim light. She bit my palm, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make me pull my hand away. The tiny indentations of her teeth remained visible on my skin—another mark she’d left on me.

“Then you’ll just have to make sure I don’t have a reason to scream,” she breathed, her voice honey-thick with promise. A strand of purple hair fell across her face, and I tucked it behind her ear, a gesture almost too tender for the intensity of the moment.

Oh, she was dangerous tonight. The jealousy had awakened something primal in her. Something possessive and raw that looked at me like a territory to be defended. My little queen was showing her claws, and God help me, I loved it.

“Challenge accepted.” I flipped our positions in one smooth motion, pinning her beneath me on the bed. Her purple hair fanned across her pillow, a royal contrast against the white cotton. Moonlight from her window painted silver patterns across her skin, transforming every contour into a masterpiece of light and shadow. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each breath, the silk of her camisole straining against her breasts.

I kissed down the column of her throat, feeling her pulse hammer under my lips. When I reached the sensitive junction where neck meets shoulder, I bit down—not quite breaking skin but hard enough to mark. Her body jolted beneath mine, a gasp escaping her lips before she could stop it. The taste of her skin—a mixture of salt and expensive perfume—lingered on my tongue.

“Strike one,” I murmured against her skin, feeling the goosebumps rise under my lips. “You need to be more careful, Queen. Your subjects might hear you fall.”

“Fuck you,” she whispered, no real heat in the words, just a breathless anticipation that belied her feigned anger.

“That’s the plan.” I smiled against her throat, my voice dropping an octave lower. “Eventually.”

I hooked my fingers under the straps of her camisole, sliding them down her shoulders with deliberate slowness. The lavender silk caught on her nipples before falling away, revealing her full, heavy breasts. In the silvery moonlight, her skin glowed like polished marble, flawless and cool to the touch despite the heat radiating between us.

“Beautiful,” I whispered, meaning it. In that moment, strategy and manipulation fell away. She truly was magnificent—all fire and ice wrapped in royal purple.

Natalia never blushed at compliments. She expected them, demanded them like tribute to a goddess. But something in my tone must have caught her off guard because color bloomed high on her cheekbones, spreading down her neck to dust the tops of her breasts with rose. Vulnerability flickered across her face before she masked it with desire.

I traced my thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden under my touch, pebbling into tight, dusky peaks. Then I lowered my head, taking one into my mouth. The taste of her skin—salt and something floral from her body wash—flooded my senses. I sucked harder, using my tongue to flick the sensitive peak, feeling her squirm beneath me as pleasure coursed through her body.

Her back arched off the bed, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth, offering herself to me even as she fought to maintain control. A whimper built in her throat—dangerous, too loud—and she bit her lip to silence it, hard enough that I worried she might draw blood. The indentations of her teeth left her bottom lip swollen and red, begging to be kissed.

“Good girl,” I praised, moving to her other breast, leaving a trail of cool air on wet skin that made her shudder. “Learning already.”

Her eyes narrowed at the condescension, but the fire in them only grew hotter. She hated being called a good girl almost as much as she secretly craved it—another contradiction in the complex puzzle that was Natalia Kuzmina.

I worked my way down her body, kissing a trail over the flat plane of her stomach. Her muscles jumped and twitched under my lips, responsive to every touch, every breath. The subtle lavender scent of her skin grew stronger as I moved lower, mixed with the headier aroma of her arousal. When I reached the waistband of her silk shorts, I looked up, meeting her gaze as I hooked my fingers under the elastic.

“Yes,” she mouthed, lifting her hips to help me. The moonlight caught the smooth curve of her hipbone, creating a shadow that begged to be explored.

I pulled the shorts down her legs, revealing the black lace underwear beneath. The contrast against her pale skin was striking—darkness against light, sin against purity. I ran my hand up her inner thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Her skin was impossibly soft here, untouched by anyone but me.

“Already so wet,” I murmured, tracing a finger over the damp fabric. The lace was soaked through, clinging to her most intimate parts like a second skin. “Is this for me, or from watching me train Emi?”

Her eyes flashed dangerously, jealousy warring with arousal. “Don’t push it,” she hissed, her fingers digging into the sheets.

I grinned, wolflike. “Oh, but pushing is exactly what got us here, isn’t it?” I pressed harder against her center, feeling the fabric grow damper under my touch, watching her struggle not to arch into my hand. “Seeing me with her, with Soomin… it drove you crazy. Tell me, did you touch yourself thinking about it?”