Page 199 of Wanted By a King

“I fainted, didn’t I?” she asks, and a grin tugs at my lips.

“It’s okay, Princess. I’m surprised you lasted that long. You never fucking cease to amaze me.”

“I also threw up.”

Chuckling, I press my lips to her hair as I drag her closer into my side. “But you didn’t run.”

“No. I didn’t, did I?” she states, sounding proud, and she should be. This life, it’s not easy to stomach and most, if they could, would run from it.

“I didn’t scare you, did I?”

My words sound as uncertain as I feel that I did the right thing by letting her come into that room and witness one of the darker sides of this life.

Shifting, Zoe rests her hand on my chest, and her chin on her hand as she looks up at me.

“I keep telling you, Grayson Black. You don’t scare me. And honestly, aside from the grossness of what you had to do to that fucker, when I block the sounds and smell out, you were like a beautiful monster. The way you moved. It was something else. Something dark and sinister and hell, you had me wet.”

“Fuck,” I rasp, dragging her higher so I can claim her lips, not even caring that she’d been sick earlier.

We kiss for so long. It’s slow, and screams the words we haven’t said to each other, but I know she feels it. She has to. How can she not?

When we eventually pull apart, I smile at the way her already full lips are puffier from being well kissed, and run my thumb over them.

“The fact that you think watching me gruesomely torture another human was like watching a beautiful monster just reconfirms what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”

“And what’s that?” She smiles back.

“That you were made for me. How else would you accept that unless you were put on this earth to be mine?”

Sighing, yet still smiling, she nods. “You might be onto something.”

Chuckling, I drag her up for another kiss, this one a peck.

“There’s no might about it, Princess. It’s a fact.”

With a yawn, she nods, turning her head to snuggle into my chest again, and we stay there in the fortress for about an hour before Zoe declares she needs to clean the mess I left between her legs, as well as all the other messes we’ve made today, so we go to the showers.

The afternoon goes quickly, and the time for Titch to leave creeps up, causing a mournful lull to fall over everyone.

No one is saying it, but there is a huge fucking chance that the Reapers know who Titch is, and he’s about to walk into a trap. And we are about to let him.

The likelihood of the party being at the Reapers actual clubhouse is slim, but they could be that fucking cocky, so we can’t rule it out.

We all stand around waiting for Titch to come out of the bathroom, and when he does, it’s with Tex leading the way and Beth looking red faced beside him.

“What’s going on?” Zoe asks in a hushed tone, and I smirk down at her.

“Tex, or maybe it was Beth, helped Titch get the tracker in place.”

Her brows shoot up. “He’s wearing a tracker? What if they make him take his shirt off or something? Won’t they find it?”

“No, Princess.” I shake my head, tugging her closer into my side. “They’d have to strip him bare and ask him to part his cheeks to find this tracker.”

Zoe frowns at first, taking a moment to understand the meaning of my words, and when it clicks, her expression is priceless.

“Oh. The tracker is in…” She leans closer to my ear. “In his ass?”

Chuckling, I nod. “I think Beth helped with that part.” I point out, and Zoe takes in the younger Cruz Cunt.

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