Page 23 of Wanted By a King

“You’re going to kill me one day.” She murmurs softly against my lips and I grunt.

“Never.”

Slowly we pull back, and I take in her bright blue pools that are swarming with a mix of emotions.

“Why do you like doing things to me while I’m asleep?”

I smirk. “Why do you like me doing things to you while you sleep?”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know where you got that idea from.”

“I’m pretty sure you admitted it to me once, Princess. But also, your body doesn’t lie.”

Again, she rolls her eyes. “You haven’t answered my question.” She reminds me and I consider lying to her. I could. Lies are easy. They are protective and comfortable. But I can’t bring myself to do that with her anymore. My need to speak the truth overrides everything now.

“I like arousing you without your knowledge. Making you so fucking horny that if you wake up, you’d let me do just about anything I want as long as I make you come. There’s no thinking involved. Just feeling.”

Slowly, she nods. “Just feeling,” she whispers. “You certainly know how to make me feel.”

“You wanna know why?”

She frowns. “Why?”

“Because you’re mine.”

“Ugh.” She shoves me away and flops back on the mattress, staring at the ceiling. “Yes Grayson, everyone saw how you make a girl yours.” She scolds, referring to Dirty Diamonds when I forced her to blow me by gunpoint.

“No.” I growl, rolling on top of her and letting my weight crush her into the mattress, ignoring the now cold mess of my cum still painting her mound. “You’re not mine because I claimed you… well, yes you are mine because I claimed you, but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

“Have you ever heard of the word, consent, Grayson?”

Gripping her chin roughly, I lean down until we are nose to nose. “Don’t fucking start, Princess. I’m trying to be real here.”

“Real?” She scoffs. “You don’t know how to be real.”

She has a point, but I’m not about to admit that to her or any other fucker for that matter.

“Maybe if you let me fucking finish, you’ll see that I’m trying.”

Her lips part as if she’s going to throw another insult at me, but then they snap shut, and she simply lifts her brows in challenge.

Shit.

Now I have to be real.

“Well, go on. Be real, Grayson Black.”

“You’re mine because you were made for me.”

My statement has her deathly still, and then, her face contorts before she starts laughing. Uncontrollably.

A growl rumbles deep in my chest as anger rears its head, and I’m up and off the bed in a flash, baring my teeth at her.

“Fuck you! I was being fucking serious. Trying to be fucking real, or whatever it is you chicks want from a man, and you just fucking laughed in my face?!”

“Oh, come on.” Zoe sits up, only now realizing that the t-shirt she had on is ruined, the fabric sliding off her arms. “What the fuck.”

I turn and head for the bathroom, too fucking wild with rage to trust myself near her.

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