Page 118 of Wanted By a King

His dark eyes shoot to mine, and I can see he’s considering my words before he shakes his head. “Nah. I know Cara can never come back, but fuck… I don’t know if I will ever be able to fuck someone else.”

His admission hits me like a fucking freight train. I understand where he’s coming from, because I know, deep down, that if Zoe ever left me, I could never sink my cock into someone else. Ever.

Rocco must see the look on my face, because he starts laughing. “Go find her already.” He grins, gesturing his nearly empty glass to the door. “Go remind her who she belongs to.”

Slowly, I stand and give him a nod, knowing that he totally understands me and how I feel about Princess.

Leaving the office, it’s not hard to find Zoe. She’s always with the other Cruz Cunts these days, and today is no different. Alana and Beth are tying up a trash bag, filled with what I assume are all the photos that lined the walls earlier, and Zoe is staring down at something in her hand.

As I approach, the Cruz Cunts fall silent, slowly backing away as I near my princess.

The closer I get to Zoe, I become aware of what she’s holding, but when she realizes I’m approaching, she startles and hides it behind her back.

It’s too late though. I’ve seen it.

“You have ten fucking seconds to get your ass to our room, Princess.”

Her breath hitches, but then she rolls her shoulders back showing me the strength she carries within. It’s something I admire the most about her.

“What if I say no?” she asks and I smirk, folding my arms over my chest.

“I wasn’t asking. I was telling. And if you don’t do as I’ve told you to do, then I’ll make you.”

This time, she rolls her eyes, but her feet start moving, and as she passes by me, she gives my shoulder a little shove with hers. “I swear you are more dramatic than me.”

She can’t see my grin, but I have a feeling she’s right.

We leave the main room, and I follow behind Zoe at a distance as we calmly, too calmly, make our way to my shitty apartment.

Zoe enters first, leaving the door open, which I lock behind me after entering, and take my cut off to hang on the hook by my door. I eye Zoe as I unfasten my holster, her hands fidgeting in front of her as she stands next to the sofa waiting for me to say or do something.

Once my gun is away, and my boots are off, I slowly prowl toward my princess.

“Where’s the picture?” I ask, and her lips thin as she looks nervously at the kitchen counter where she must have put it when she walked in.

Walking over to it, I pick it up to look at what she was staring at before.

It’s from the night at Dirty Diamonds, when I turned into a beast and pressed the barrel of my gun to her beautiful head and forced her to take my dick into her mouth while everyone watched.

It almost captures the memory I have in my head of the same moment, except this is from a different angle.

Just like I remember, she looks terrified, her blue eyes wide as if she’s waiting for me to snap and pull the trigger. Had I not lived inside my own head when this picture was taken, I’d say it’s quite beautiful, in a twisted way.

Putting the picture down, I turn back to Zoe. Her hands are fidgeting, and her expression screams remorse, so why did she do it?

“Wanna explain to me what I walked into out there?” I point my thumb to my apartment door.

“I-I…” She trails off, so I move to my small storage cupboard and take out the lengths of rope I stashed in there a few days ago. I’d planned on using them under different circumstances, but now is as good a time as any.

“What are those for?” she asks as I walk over to the old rectangular table and shove the car magazine off it, hearing the pages slap to the floor.

“Get your clothes off,” I snap, and she makes a surprised squeak behind me.

“Why?”

Turning to her, I lift a single brow. “You need to be punished.”

“W-what?”

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