Page 39 of Regal Queen

She tilted her head upward, giving me that damn stubborn look she was so good at. "Well get used to it. I've been dealing with that from you for several days now."

“As you've told me.” I leaned down and she stilled as my lips brushed softly over hers. “And I'm trying Rose, but I need you to give me a little credit. My whole life I was taught that emotion was a flaw. Nero was only proud of me when I was unemotional. There was no room for weakness or sympathy. I was trained to block off all feeling so that I could handle whatever was thrown at me. Nero wasn't the easiest to grow up with, and I had to learn to wall off everything, or I wouldn't make it."

Her eyes softened at my confession, and she leaned into me, pressing her lips against mine but not kissing me. "You're trying to seduce me by talking about your father? Is that what’s happening, Bourbon?"

"Is it working?"

"Yes," she breathed against my lips, then I went in for the kill, pressing my fingers into the soft flesh of her neck to hold her there while I kissed her.

I kissed her softly, gently, like she deserved, holding back the part of me that wanted her on her knees and my cum smeared on her face like a painting.

She panted against my mouth, her fingers clutching at my tie. I didn’t deepen the kiss but instead, kept her in place against my mouth, moving so slowly that she would die of anticipation before I gave in to what I wanted.

When I pulled back, the glazed look in her eyes, with blush colored and swollen lips from my kiss, made a satisfaction strum through me. I needed to conquer, to control. To fucking own.

This woman was my Queen. Made to stand by my side for the rest of my life.

I ran a thumb across her lower lip and she tilted her head up to me in submission. I let out a low growl of possession, my fingers fisting her even tighter. I had to take in a deep, controlling breath to keep me from pushing her down to her knees and demanding she take out my cock right here and now. "Go get dressed. We're going out."

“Where are we going?" Her voice was breathless.

"You don't need to know that," I didn’t want to make her nervous, “but wear something comfortable."

She nodded, hesitatingly turning around and walking off, her hips sashaying seductively as she walked. Christ, the woman didn’t even know how sexy she was.

Before she entered the room, she glanced back, giving me a hungry look that made my dick twitch.

"Rose. If you don't hurry and get dressed, I'm going to bend you over the bed and fill your belly so full with my cum that you'll have no choice but to get pregnant."

She smirked, and a resemblance of the old Rose was in that satisfied smile, the look making my dick harden even more. As soon as she disappeared beyond the door, I turned, pacing up and down as I made arrangements on my phone.

It only took her a few moments for her to get dressed, and she walked out of the room in a flirty spring dress with gold lined sandals, her hair loose, and light make up on.

Ignoring the raging desire to fuck her against the wall, I turned and punched the elevator button aggressively. This woman was going to be the death of me and my dick.

She came to stand beside me but this time when she tried to put some distance between us, I growled and wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging her to my side.

When we left the building, there was a town car waiting for us. There was also another car behind us, with Noah at the wheel. Mentally appreciative that Luca and his men were on top of their shit, I opened the door for her, then gave instructions to the driver and Liam up front before sliding in next to her.

I kept her close, tucking her into my chest with my arm around her possessively. She didn't ask questions, just leaned into me as we drove, quiet and reflective, staring out the window.

When we stopped and we got out, she stared up at the sign above the door, a questioning look on her face. "Heart's?"

“Luca owns this place," I said, opening the door to the pizza restaurant, making sure that our security was following at a good pace behind us, while also keeping an eye out for any threat.

When I felt secure, I lead her past the dining room, the bathrooms, and the kitchen to the back of the restaurant, where a man waited for us.

Rocky was an elderly man with white capped hair, twinkling blue eyes, and an easy smile. He stood when we entered the room, a grin on his face.

“Gumpy, you grew up." He gave me a hug and the look on Rose's face was priceless. I nodded, humming in approval as Rocky turned towards her, then pulled her into a hug.

She squealed in surprise but fell easily into his arms as he surrounded her with what I called the Rocky charm. His hugs made you feel like you were in the safest, most loved place in the world.

She basked in his embrace for a moment before he stepped back, his eyes moving over her face as his hands went to her shoulders. She shifted, suddenly looking nervous.

"So," he began, a frown on his face, "Bourbon tells me that you may have lost some of your hearing, but that he doesn't know for sure because you haven't told anyone about it." He clicked his tongue, shaking a finger at her. "Naughty girl. You need to take care of yourself or it could become permanent."

She glanced down, looking like a chastised child and I chuckled, sliding my fingers through hers and squeezing. “Don't worry, he gives that speech to everyone. Rocky here knows how to make you feel like a six year old all over again.”

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