Without the Boys

Chapter 8.1, Evie?

A/N   Chapter 8 is finally here!! And guess what it's a much longer one. I had to split because it has become so long. That is the least I can do after such a long wait. This chapter is very different than the previous ones, so I had some struggles with finding out where I wanted to go with it and where I wanted to go with the Evil queen. I basically wrote this chaper two times because i wasnt satisfied with the first version and since its so long, took it even longer. But i hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think about it and if my insecurities about it were deserved or not.

Also I deleted all the pictures from the story, because i didnt feel like they added to the story. If you wanna see pictures about my fanfic or see memes i made about ouat then you can always follow me on insta, link is in my profile descibtion here on wattpad.

Evil Queen's POV

I sat in a large chair in front of the mirror of my make up table with a big smile on my face. I nervously fidgeted with my own sweaty hands without even noticing too much. My heartbeat couldn't get contained in any way, even if I tried my best to slow it down. My whole body was out of style, but it was all worth it. I had planned something special for the evening and I needed it to be perfect.

I had captured Emma Swan and had great things in mind to do with her. Fun things, exciting things, breathtaking things, things that would set a whole other tone to our relationship. I wanted her to be mine and mine only, no one would be able to stand in the way of that. I was going to break her walls down and make her give into what she really wanted and what I really wanted.

For so many years I wasn't able to express my feelings for her, because I was trapped in my own body, not being able to get out because that other side of me held me down. But now I had my own body, where I could make the rules. I could now explore the feelings that had always been with me under a lot of layers of fear and denial. Those feelings were now clearer than ever.

And I was going to act on them this very night. I would invite Emma for dinner and from there on I would let her know how much I wanted her. I was going to let her know that she was mine.

With the dinner I would make her believe that I wouldn't hurt her, and I actually wouldn't. She just needed to trust me first. I wanted her to enjoy her new home in my palace. She needed to want to stay here willingly eventually, because then we could have the most fun together.

But of course, there were some rules. She needed to know that I was her queen, I didn't want her to disrespect me. And she could only go where I allowed her to go.

Two days before I almost drowned her, because I had the feeling that she didn't really understand who was in charge and who would make the rules. I threatened her with several things of which I knew she was only going to follow some of. She was stubborn and to be honest I wanted her to be.

Now I was going to keep my anger contained for her, to avoid too much distrust from her. I didn't need her to fear me, I only needed her to let down her walls that contained her desires for me. And I knew it wasn't going to happen if she didn't trust me.

I was sure those feelings were running around in that gorgeous body of hers. The way she looked at me sometimes was just like she was fucking me inside her head. The way she always looked me slowly up and down with her lips slightly parted and her pupils magnified. She was just drooling over me without giving into it herself.

God, how much I just wanted to press her against a wall and just take her in such moments.

Those looks just weren't to be seen as platonic anymore. They happened far too often and for far too long.

And then the several times she saved me. I don't even know if I could count them on my fingers anymore. She was called the savior, but she could better be called, the queens personal savior.