Page 13 of Wanted By a King

There are worse ways to die.

“I’ll keep talking if you tell me what you have in mind.” I counter and she shrugs.

“I can feel how hard you are under me.” She admits and like a siren has called to it, my dick jerks with need. “See.”

She’s smug as fuck. This is definitely a trap.

“I could just make you tell me and keep the rest of my story to myself.” I admit, and a look of pure disappointment flashes across her face before she has a chance to hide it.

Hmmm, does Zoe Miller really want to know my story? She could use it against me. Hell, she knows about this place now, so she sure as shit can usethatagainst me.

I’m in deep here. I don’t understand it. It’s fucking strange to me, but I just know that no matter what she tries to do to me, it’s not going to tame my need to possess her completely.

“I guess you could make me, but let me ask you this.” She gets close, pressing her chest to mine, the fabric of her top and bra not enough to hide the way her nipples are pebbling underneath. “How does it feel to know that you have to take it, instead of actually putting in the effort so I’d rather give it?”

I growl, gripping her hips hard as I roll mine under her, my cock grinding against her hidden core.

Why the fuck is she still wearing clothes?

“After Dante found out how bad things had gotten at home,” I continue my story, giving in like a desperate man, “he took me in. That’s where I met Rocco, Mama C, and Gunner. We…” I trail off as Zoe subtly grinds herself over my lap. “Fuck, Princess. It’s hard to focus when you do that.”

“Try.” She purrs, her pupils dilating as her need increases. She has so much fucking power over me right now. I feel like I’d do just about anything to have her naked on top of me.

“In the beginning I stayed with Cain, Dante’s second in command. I was adamant that I wanted to join the Diamond Crew so within the first year, Cain had me shadowing Rocco.”

I can’t think as she trails her hands down my bare chest, her hips gyrating as she gives in.

“Keep going,” she whispers, her lids half shut with lust.

“You have too many clothes on.” I point out, but she ignores me as she rolls her hips while trying to secure the tape to hold the dressing on my shoulder.

“Fuuuck.” I grunt, no longer able to hold back. I lean forward even as my hands press her closer to me, my tongue darting out to lick a trail up the column of her neck.

“More.” She pants, grinding harder against me, so I glide my tongue up the other side of her neck.

She giggles. “No. I meant more of the story.”

A rumble sounds deep in my chest, but I lean back, snatching up the first aid scissors from the table and holding them in front of her.

Her blue gaze goes wide, her eyes latching onto the sharp tool in my hand, and I smirk.

“Like I said. You have too many fucking clothes on.” I grip the front of her top, and a gasp escapes her as I cut the neckline, before tossing the scissors on the seat next to me and tearing the fabric down the middle. “I will tell you more when my dick is buried inside your tight cunt.”

“Yes.” She pants, but then her brows shoot up like she’s surprised at her response.

Huh. Maybe she was trying to lure me into a place where I let my guard down so much she could strike.

Well, she can fucking try, but she’ll be doing it while riding my dick.

“Stand up.” I demand, and she frowns in confusion. “Stand the fuck up on this seat and get those fucking panties off.”

Her chest is rising and falling, a combination of emotions and need, but she complies, bending her knees on either side of me until her feet are flat on the bench seat, and she slowly pushes herself up to stand.

She makes quick work of peeling her panties off, and dropping the torn t-shirt to the floor while I slowly glide my hands up the back of her thighs, my eyes locking onto her cunt, and the way it’s glistening with her need.

“Bra off.” I demand, and she complies as I press my nose between her legs and sniff.

“Ahh fuck, Princess. You have the sweetest smelling cunt.” I glance up at her, those blue eyes dark with desire as she watches me from above.

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