Page 104 of Making the King

“Fuck me,” I purr.

I don’t know if the Cunts are still here or if they’ve left, and right now I couldn’t care less. All I want is Rocco to consume me.

He chuckles darkly. “Not until after you’ve said I do tomorrow.”

I gape, not sure I heard him correctly. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am, Mama.” He pinches my ass and rolls his hips so his erection grazes my core.

“Please?” I beg, gyrating my hips to get more of him.

Despite my pleas, Rocco doesn’t change his mind and instead carries me into the room he intends to use for church.

When he puts me down, he points at the air mattress on the floor. “But I still want to sleep with you tonight. Emphasis on sleeping, Killer.”

Fuck me, Rocco’s thought of everything, hasn’t he? I guess this tells me that he never had any intention of staying away, and I think I love him even more for that. Both for letting me have my idea, but mostly for knowing what I’d want at the end of the night.

Him. Always him.

“Fine,” I grumble as I begin to remove my clothes. “I still want you naked.”

He shoots me one of those smiles that makes me weak in the fucking knees as he unashamedly strips out of his clothes before helping me with mine. The tequila still courses through my veins, making my movements… awkward.

As soon as we’re both naked, we lie down on the mattress. Rocco lies on his back, and I place my head on top of his heart, letting the steady thumping lull me to sleep.

When I wake up the next morning, Rocco’s already awake. “Morning, Killer,” he rasps.

I stretch and yawn. “Hi,” I say, the remnants of sleep evident in my hoarse voice. “I wasn’t sure if you’d still be here.”

He gives me a wicked smile. “I wanted to help you with the nipple clamps.”

My brows shoot up my forehead, and my lips part on an O as I remember the presents from last night. “Please,” I say.

Rocco lifts his pillow and pulls the collar from under there. “Are you okay with the collar?” he rasps.

“Of course,” I answer immediately. “I trust you.”

The fact that he asks is just one of the many reasons I love Rocco. And while I’ve made it clear, I’ll never be his Old Lady or his property, I’m more than okay with the games we play and his occasional show of dominance.

My breath hitches as he wraps the collar around my neck, fastening it at the back before he reaches for the blue clamps at the end of the chains.

“Are you ready?” he asks on a groan.

At my nod, he pulls the sheet down. My nipples pebble under his heated gaze, and when he closes his mouth around one, I moan loudly.

“Rocco.” He pulls back with a chuckle before licking the other, not pulling back until I’m panting. “Fucking tease,” I whine.

As he shifts, his hard cock catches my attention, and I lick my lips. His length jerks as though it can feel my attention, and I have to remind myself now isn’t the time.

“Here we go,” Rocco rasps.

I take a deep breath and hold it as he closes the clamps around my nipples. The sensation that follows is hard to explain. It’s too much and also not enough. It hurts while also feeling amazing. My cunt throbs, and I whimper.

“Rocco… I need…” Fuck, I don’t know what I’m begging for. Him? A release? Whatever it is, I want it badly.

“This is how I want you, Killer,” Rocco says solemnly. “As desperate for me as I am for you. Can you give me that?”

Gritting my teeth, I nod again. “Okay,” I agree.

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