Page 107 of Making the King

Beaming at him, I say, “And I love you, mi rey.”

“By the power vested in me by the almighty internet, I now declare you husband and wife… again,” Cain announces. “You may now kiss the fuck out of your wife.”

The laugh on my lips dies when Rocco wraps his arm around my middle and dips me. Before I can say anything, he slants his lips to mine in a kiss that has my toes curling. Our guests fade into nothingness, and all that exists is Rocco’s mouth and tongue.

I let out a hiss as the corner of his teeth knicks my tongue, and the taste of copper explodes between us. “Rocco,” I moan, unashamedly needy for him.

“Killer,” he rasps. “Are you still wearing the nipple clamps?”

Now that they’re at the forefront of my mind, my nipples pulsate, sending waves of lust through my body. “Yes.”

He chuckles darkly before pulling us both upright. “Good.”

“You know you didn’t have to get ordained to remarry them, right?” Sasha asks Cain who wiggles his eyebrows.

“Oh, I know. But I owed a debt,” he answers while winking at me.

Rose clears her throat and points at the small plastic bag at her feet. Oh yeah, I almost forgot about my present for Rocco. At my nod she comes over to me, and I take the bag.

“Husband,” I purr, loving the smile stretching across Rocco’s handsomely scarred face. “I have a present for you as well.”

I give him the bag, and while he pulls the cut from it, I signal for our guests to turn around so their backs face us.

Rocco holds the cut up, nodding thoughtfully. “Our first cut,” he says, clearly he hasn’t looked at the back yet.

“Turn it around,” I encourage impatiently.

He does, and I watch as his jaw becomes slack when he sees the skull with a crown on top. Below it says ‘Cruz Kings MC’ and below that ‘President’.

“This is perfect,” he rasps. “We need one for everyone.”

“Isn’t it?” I beam. Then I point behind him. “Take a look.”

He turns his head, and I wish I could see his expression as he takes in their cuts. Of course some of them are just honorary. Dante, Baz, and Cain aren’t part of the Cruz Kings, and they’ll likely never be. But today, logistics doesn’t matter.

“You did all this?” Rocco asks as he turns back to me.

Before I can answer, he pulls me flush against him and crushes his lips to mine in a brutal kiss. Our teeth clash, and this time I bite his lip.

“I did,” I moan into his mouth. “My present to you.”

When we pull apart, I have to literally point at the Cunts before he notices the skull on their clothing as well. And, lastly, I turn and bend over to show him the one on my ass.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Rocco growls as he helps me back up.

“And you’re fucking mine.”

Rocco

1.5 years later

My back slams into the wall as Cara and I fight for dominance, the sounds of the first pre-club orgy well underway as the Cruz Cunts show the future club members just how things will be around here from now on. There’s not a stitch of clothing to be seen. Just the flesh of tits, cunts, ass, and well… dicks. Something I’ll have to get fucking used to given that a good old-fashioned orgy is a well-known event that happens inside an MC.

“Are you watching them fuck?” Cara hisses her question as she wraps her hand around the base of my nuts and gently squeezes.

“It’s like live porn,” I observe, and she snickers before grazing her tongue up my neck.

“It is,” Cara breathes against my ear. “The Cunts have done their research well, even though it’s not required. They aim to please.” She releases my balls and fists my cock. “Sasha has even mastered deepthroating. The men will love that.”

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