Arguably neither him nor I thought this through. For what felt like a multitude of times Nasir aggressively wipes down his face and pinched the bridge of his nose. Perched on the edge of the table with an arm crossed over his chest as he listened to me give my two scents on what is to happen during the steak outs and how to approach them with proper caution.

"All I am saying is, is that I am with you guys now, there is no need to go so deep into detail, I can clear the situation."

Ray sighs another vape, angling his head up to peer to the rotting woods of the dark shed. "My queen, he is not like any other elite. This guy can and will do damage, he is known for a violent history."

"Yes, he is my uncle my queen. I want you to be safe when approaching him," Carter interjected. He and Hakeem standing side by side next to an aggravated Nasir.

"Carter, trust me, your uncle wouldn't if he was smart."

"Exactly. He is not. All he wants is power, and more children to do his bidding."

Those words didn't balance, and frankly they disturbed me. It is me against all these men. But Charlotte sat in the very end of the corner, he blue eyes distant as she thought about something deeply.

"Charlotte?" I call out, hoping not to startle. She doesn't respond, and I call out her name yet again.

"Oh, I am sorry my queen." she forces a smile. But I saw right through the plastic. "What is wrong?"

"No, I should be the one asking you that."

After the news of Gunters father returning, everyone returned to their private chambers for the night, not uttering a word. A few of the men even went pale, and for the first time I saw an emotion in Nasir, that haunted me. Fear.

Yet, Gunter pulls Charlotte aside in the end, and they spoke privately for the night, and since that, Charlotte has kept to herself. Distant. And quiet.

"I uh I am just under the weather."

Nasir's attention peeked by her soft-spoken tone and furrowed his brows to get a good look at her, but she turns away from his gaze. "Charlotte." he commanded. "Speak to me, what is happening, what did Gunter say?"

Cornered by our quizzical gazes, she finally huffs. "King Gunter has brought something up to me, Sir."

"And what is that?"

"I am to take an adventure."

Nasir lifted himself from the edge of his seat, fully twisting to give her his undivided attention. "What adventure?"

"Back in the assassins academy, there was an old foe. A runaway prince that murdered his family in cold blood, he was a task I was left with to guide safely to European borders, but violence commenced, and he was sealed in the Asylum."

"Wait." I interjected. "Prince Kwame?"

Nasir turns to me and looks back down to Charlotte for a response. And at her subtle nod, Nasir grinds his teeth, I watch his strong jaw clenching with undisputed aggravation, "He hurt you?"

"No sir," she quickly rushed. "But he is a lethal threat. I trained with him for a while in the academy, but then ... it all faded to black."

"You were tasked?" Nasir says.

She nodded sideways, "I sort of took charge. And he is since been in my control for a while. But now King Gunter tells me there was some mishaps I needed to pay attention to."

"How does Gunter know of him?" Ray asks.

"The academy informs of King Adelheid of my trainings and improvements, even those I get comfortable with."

"You got comfortable with him?" was the Icebreaking question that penetrated the surface, and Nasir, had the power of doing that, but this one was far softer than usual.

Her nose burns at the tip and her face soon follows, dipping her head to answer the question. "There was a time, I believed in him."

I wanted to hug her, but the stern look of Nasir held me back.

"When do you depart?" he says.

"I am to leave in three weeks, and will return in less than a month, security is not easy to break through and me being his visitor I am expected to have at least a day or so. But the journey is long sir."

Nasir wipes his face yet again, but this time I know it is not me, a storm brewing in his orbs before he crossed his hands around his chest yet again.

"I am sorry Nasir sir." Charlotte says, I hope that is alright.

"You are fine Charlotte, I just worry now I will have a Prince's blood on my hands, if he decides to harm you. First Adelheid, and now this."

Light streams into Charlottes orbs as she absorbed every word, the tone and statement, like a big brother protecting his sister. Her smile returns once again, beaming ever so brightly as she lunged around his broadened shoulders, wrapping her arms around him as if he were a prize. He hides his smile, but I see his proudness. Taking the moment to pat her head -- So, it's not just me he does that with? I felt special for a moment.

The two embrace, but Ray turns back to the screen. "So, you still have time to help us our over here, don't take the easy way out." he says.

She rolls her eyes with a scoff, "I was never going to leave you all in the dust." she rounds from Nasir, now she stands aside Ray with me in the background, feeling Nasir's eyes rake all over my body.

Those two bicker endlessly, and I thought Nasir and I were fire and ice.

"How about this." Nasir finally says, rising from his seat. "We will do this my way."

I could have stayed quiet, but I have the right to input a couple of sense. "Your way will have people dying, remember we work with kids. This isn't a mafia heist; we are going in this solely for information. And the second I spoke every word, everything around me including the kids, halted every sound. Each eye discreetly trailing between Nasir and mine.

What did I say?

"Let it be known, if this were anything like that you wouldn't be in this room. And neither would those two rugrats." Nasir says.

Carter looked appalled, but knew better, Hakeem just acted like nothing happened.

"We agreed to work together going forwards, it doesn't matter what it is. We agreed on it." I shrugged, rolling back my frustration.

"Until I tell you it is too dangerous, and you will not be." he says, unbuttoning three buttons from his navy white dress shirt.

We were like a television show, everyone paused to capture every moment.

"What is the point of teamwork Nasir, I am sort of married to the mafia prince, I am in this automatically." I scoffed.

"He knows eyes are watching, he will never harm you. Enough with all of this, we are doing this my way."

We were two opposites of the same thing. Thunder and lighting, each working together to manifest a deadly storm. Until I parted my stubborn lips once more, "I am the Queen, we do this my way. For once Nasir, put respect on my crown."

I knew in that moment, when Hakeem looked at me with widest shock I have ever seen. Him along with Carter, who treaded lightly not to look at Nasir and his smirk.

Silence immediately immense, and in that moment, it was me with chills. Standing like a branch against a roaring wind, any moment will be blown away.

Without so much as a glance to anyone he spoke, "Charlote. Ray." Both rise with haste. He nudged to the side of him where the kids were standing. "Clear the room."

Charlotte timidly lunged forwards, and the kids unconsciously step into her opened arms, still keeping low eye contact. It was the sympathetic eyes in that moment that told me I messed up ... bad.

There wasn't a moments waste, and all were out of the room in seconds, leaving me all alone with a wolf. I watched in silent, observing the way he slowly rolled up his sleeve to the elbow, showcasing lines of thick angry veins, and calloused palms. I had the sudden urge to beg him in that moment, and apologize for my outburst, but when he trailed those lifeless eyes to me, I froze in place, in utter fear.

He watched me intently, his hooded gaze dark as he fixed his cuffs tantalizingly slow.

I could see my soul in hi dark eyes, I could see how many pleads I'll be saying. But I was quiet, in hopes he would touch me.

"It hasn't even been 24 hours and look where we are. My little swan." He smirks as he lifted his head to me, planting a hand on each side of the table. "You see, I knew it. That crown of your is an ego, and despite how many times I have told you it means nothing to me, you refuse to grasp it. And now I punish you."

"P-punish?"

"Come here." he demanded, and my feet are quick to jump to his command, almost happily. streaks of liquid slithering down the apex of my thighs, passing my folds. He watched my every move, every tremble and breath, until I am looking up to him.

"Nasir I -"

"Lift your dress," he cut in.

"W-what?"

"Lift your dress and bend over." he snarls. "And if I have to repeat myself, I'll choose. And you'll be naked and over my knees."

The sound of that strikes an arrow right through my heart, excitement flushing into my streams like an adrenaline. I look out to the window near us, seeing as though anyone could pass by, then he suddenly moves, and I squealed. Quickly complying to his instructions. Our eye contact never wavering, and he trailed his eyes along the slender curve of my body until my gown is lifted. I hunch over, capturing my bottom lip in between my teeth, peering over my shoulder to catch his reaction of the new panties I got just for him.

Lace thongs.

His eyes darkened menacingly, "You have been anticipating this ... haven't you?" he grinned.

Please just ... just touch me. Is all I can think. The craving never stops to want him to touch me.

And finally, the desire satiates, when a cold finger curls around the stringy hem of my damped panties, only than I could tell how drenched I was. The sticky sloshy sound I was making, and he didn't even put the finger inside, this was all leaking voluntarily from me. I hissed.

"What would people say?" he teased, lightly rubbing over my womanhood. "Seeing you in such a compromising position. Bent over, privates exposed to your guard?"

I stifle that whimper. The one that will let him know how much my body is enjoy this.

"Not very ladylike ... is it?" he darkly chuckles, while tugging the hem of it upwards. The tight clench of the fabric against my pussy, left me numb and oozes more juices from me, as if it's responding exceptionally to the pain.

Please Nasir, snap it off of me. I inwardly begged again, his finger tenderly trailing up my leaking pussy and all I could is keep steady, knowing he is behind me.

"Hmm? What would they say if they saw you, this excited?" He says collecting an exemption amount of liquid from me.

I stifled that whimper again. Leaving only his voice to be the command. This silent flimsy shed, and gnawed gently on my bottom lip, when another intrusion pressed itself against me. Long, thick, and hot, but this one is safely tucked into his slacks. This time I released a slight groan, watching his hand plant on either side of me while he pushed in, hard.

"Giving pleasure and now you, two of my favorite things in this world. But lately it seems you take me more seriously when I get more assertive and physical with you." He pushed into me deeply behind, our frames pushing the chair forwards slightly with a scuffing sound. "And when my hand is around your throat. That is when I notice you pay attention and behave."

My silence is finally shattered in two by a squeal, with one swift grip Nasir fisted a handful of my hair, pulling my face upwards where his faint bristled jaw craned downwards aside my cheek. "This is what it is isn't it, that's what makes you a good girl and listen."

I lay helplessly, his weight on top of my back is careful yet overpowering, his grip above my hair immobilizes me, and now there were two invasions poking into me from behind.

My neck painfully stretching to the point I fear it would snap, and that's when I felt the sound of a snarl crawling up his chest from above me before he demanded for me to answer him.

The threat lingers all around him. Caged in and contained. I was helpless. "P-please don't make me say it." I could only muster.

"I see." Was his only response, and he peels himself from above me, oxygen freely pours down onto me and my hair released. Though he is off, he wasn't far, close by, so close I felt his body heat warming me up. My naked thigh feels his slacks brushing to the right side of me and cupped a large quantity of my ass into his hands.

"In due time Tiana, I'll give you a pleasure so intense only a queen would deserve." The fog of his voice is beginning to clear, but still pertained that deep authoritative tone in its wakening. Promising and dark. "But for now I need to remind you lessons on behavior around me. Brace yourself, and if I see you like what I am giving you, I'll switch to a much more subtle method."

The air swooshed suddenly and Nasir's palm whips across my ass, igniting thunder bolted waves of shock into my body. I managed only to claw out a cry, instincts shoot through me and wiggle when his free palm stilled me by the small of my back.

"Stay right there. And take it. This is what you wanted."

My breathing clipped; ragged sounds of cries is all I could manage against his callous palm. Yet, I could tell instantly he was holding back, still sustaining most of his Greek power from unleashing. And that's what I secretly wanted that's what I searched for. I'm not supposed to like this, to be degraded and in such a compromising position at that, near the open window yet again, in this century old shed that is doing nothing to silence my howling.

Over and over again, Nasir's palm strikes me so deliciously, all while this crown is positioned right above me. In my spiraling emotions and streaming tears, I weakly reached upwards, ashamed to enjoy such torture while I carry my family's pride and Jewl above my head.

"Leave that on." He grumbled. And I stilled. "I'll remind you again." Slap. "That crown itself means very little to me." Slap. "I warned you not to upset me." Slap. "And that I will be doing things to you when no one was around" Slap. "I warned you to behave." Slap. "Cause in the end, when no one is around." Slap. "You. Are. Mine."

I'm lifted Suddenly, by the hair, twisted to face him and the fire in his eyes.

"Look at you." He huffs his thumb invading into my mouth, I force the desire not to graze my tongue against the pad of his finger. "Feel degraded? Defiled Even? "

I knew not to let his words fade to black and nodded, sniffing faintly to the sting. The sting in my ass is sharp -- but I loved it.

"If we are in this position again, I won't hold back and take you in every way. Understood?"

"Yes, sir." I said out of the blue, he muses the words and raising his brows.

"I like that." He speaks. "Now fix your dress. "

"Yes sir."

He provides distance between us, intently watching me pull the dress over the curved round shape of my ass, smirking as he noticed me slightly wincing while I focused on the ground, in my wiggling state. I'm cautious, keeping my eyes from his, and his nonchalant stoicism and accidentally focused it on the tight strain right where his manhood resided.

A dangerous awoken outline of his woken erection, it pushes against his slacks, demanding to be free, the lids of my peel to the length looking ever so dumbfounded by the weight he carries in between his legs, resting just at the center of his strong inner thighs. It looked violent and painful, and I gulped when his hands came to view, and I watched as he tried to keep it steady only for it to pop out again.

The closest I have ever been to a man was when Gunter wanted to tear my purity, but I was never ready, never wanted to overstep that boundary simply because I didn't yearn for it, despite his physical attempt to ease me into the awaiting. And now with only one look at Nasir and his gnawing hunger, my mouth drools, drooling to have a taste of him, to alleviate the taste that I caused.

Under his scrutinizing eyes he was observing me, and I knew it, I wanted him to see what he is doing to me, and I wanted him to see the way I salivate for him. Another mood set the scene, a thread keeping us apart was beginning to thin immensely, if he were to lunge me at me now, he can have all of me, and I wouldn't fight him.

"Not yet." he says in a gravel like darkness, rippling my fantasies, and I look at him in the eyes with the cloud haze of lust. "You aren't ready for it."

"Let me try." I whined.

"It's too much to handle. I want you just as bad, but only when you're fully ready to handle all of me."