Page 138 of Wanted By a King

“It was me, Zo. I told you not to move, but you kept trying to get away. Kept trying to get to your sister. It made me so fucking angry the way you were so reckless. You were going to get yourself killed as well, so I had to crush you with my body, just to keep you in place.”

She blinks at me a few times, her breathing rapid as she struggles with her emotions.

“Did you say anything else to me?” she asks in a whisper, and I nod.

“I told you that I can’t fucking protect you and fight you at the same time. I told you to do as you’re told and lie fucking still.”

More tears spill from her eyes at my words, and she shakes her head and watches me slowly stand.

“But… but I thought that was Gunner. He said so himself. He let me believe it was him, and now you’re trying to tell me it was you?”

Slowly, I nod. “I don’t know why Gunner did that. I need to have a word with him and find out why he led you astray, but it was definitely me, Princess. I should have told you sooner, but you were just so angry, and I preferred you to be angry at me than keeping it brewing inside you.”

“I’m so confused,” she whispers, her face showing her confusion mixed with raw pain.

“I should have been honest about all of this sooner, but you’re not exactly easy to talk to, and well, I guess I’m not used to needing to talk to anyone. But I brought you here to make sure you understand the truth, because these fucking revenge games have to stop. And I understand that you didn’t do the last one, but when’s it going to end? When are you going to understand that I’m fucking pouring my heart out to you, telling you the truth? Trying like fuck to show you how I feel? What do I have to do to help you believe what I’m saying?”

My cabin falls silent as Zoe struggles to find the words to respond. She opens her mouth a couple of times to speak, but then snaps it shut again.

I’m about to give up when she finally speaks.

“Why am I still wearing clothes?”

“What?” I ask, and she bites back a smirk.

“Usually, you would have me naked by now, edging me in an attempt to brainwash me with sex.”

“I decided to change tactics since that hasn’t worked.” I shrug and she pouts.

“Damn. I was looking forward to that part.”

A primal growl flies from my chest as I pounce on her, and she lifts herself up in my arms, wrapping her creamy legs around me.

As our lips clash, I stumble blindly until my hand finds a wall, and I press her up against it before grinding my hardness to her core. Her moan is loud and wanting and fuck if I can’t get the fabric of the sexy fucking skirt she’s wearing and peel the crotch of her panties aside to sink two fingers inside her fast enough.

Thank fuck her period only lasted a few days. Not that I care if she’s still bleeding. I’m not afraid of blood sports. But I have a feeling that even though she’s into a little blood play, I don’t think that is the sort of blood play she had in mind.

“Fuuuck, Princess. I love the feeling of sinking my fingers inside your hot wet cunt.”

She whimpers at my words, loving my filthy mouth.

I trail kisses over her neck, before latching on and sucking the delicate skin there, wanting to leave my mark on her for all to fucking see. As I fuck her with my fingers, she somehow manages to get my dick free, and the stone rod jerks when her dainty hand wraps around it.

“I want your dick too.” She pants into my shoulder, and I release the skin of her neck with a pop.

“You want my fingers and my cock at the same time?” I ask, my eyes nearly rolling in the back of my head as she pumps my cock.

“Yes. I want you to fill me with too much. Everything.”

I don’t fucking hold back then, wanting nothing more than to give her what she wants, and as she releases my cock, I take it and line it up at her entrance, slowly sinking it in behind my fingers.

“Ohmygod,” she cries. “Yes. Fill me.”

A growl rips from me as the beast inside me fights for control, and I let it out a little as I work my fingers inside her and thrust my cock to hit so deep each time, that she’s screaming out my name in a matter of seconds, and my bratty little princess clamps so hard around me that I come a second later, filling her so much that it overflows and runs down her legs.

Zoe

“Zoe.”