Page 87 of Wicked King

“Good, because I want you to come all over my cock. I felt robbed yesterday.”

A cackle erupts, but it’s quickly overpowered by the building pleasure, and I chomp down on my bottom lip.

“You know, it just occurred to me I’m going to be your first for a lot of things. The first to fuck you in the bathtub, in the shower, on the balcony, the washing machine, all over this damned penthouse.”

“But Yéye,” I pant.

“You’ll just have to be quiet, spitfire.” His thumb quickens its movements and I grind my pussy against his palm, desperate for the friction. “Or not, whatever. You know your grandfather would be thrilled about us fucking.”

He’s not wrong there. Yéye can’t wait for me to start popping out heirs. Which reminds me, we need to have the baby talk. We’d been irresponsible the other night, and married or not, I wasn’t ready for kids.

I’m about to say as much when Marco slips a second finger inside me, and pleasure roars through my system, sending me sprawling over the edge. I grip his forearms as the unexpected orgasm rips through me, the tremors vibrating from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes.

He’s toying with my nipple, only extending the flood of pleasure, when I finally regain my senses and glance up at him. A ridiculous grin parts his lips, that cocky smirk that used to irritate me so much causing my heart to trip on a beat.

“Good?” His warm breath flits through my hair.

“So good,” I groan.

“Then get ready for round two, baby.” His arm curls around the underside of my legs, and he draws me into his chest. Then he stands, not even bothering to dry either of us and darts into the bedroom, his wet feet slapping against the marble.

“Don’t you think a towel would be nice?”

“What’s the point? You’re going to be drenched in a second anyway.” He shoots me a wicked grin as he lays me across the mattress. His cock stands proud between us, and my core clenches in anticipation. I imagine his thick crown nudging at my entrance, and every nerve ending fires up in eagerness.

It has to be easier today, right?

Vaginas were meant to stretch. If a baby could come out of one, surely mine would get used to accommodating my husband’s enormous dick.

“I’m going to go easy on you today, spitfire. But you have to tell me what’s going in that little head of yours, okay?”

I nod, snagging my lower lip between my teeth.

He crawls over me, and I eagerly part my legs for him as he wedges his hips between my thighs. Those colorful irises lance into mine, the blue a most brilliant aqua and the dark one, a raging abyss of midnight. “It’s easy for me to get carried away, and I don’t want to hurt you. I will never be that man with you. I am not your father. Do you understand?”

Emotion tightens my throat, but I refuse to cry again. Marco’s going to think I’m absolutely insane. “I understand. And I know you’re not.”

“Good. Because I still owe you that amazing night I promised.” He glances at the clock and shrugs. “Or morning, whatever. I think the Geminis and Four Seas can manage without us for another day.”

He runs his cock across my wet folds, and even though the echoes of the last orgasm are still vibrating through me, a new wave of desire crashes over me. “Yes, they can.”

I tense for a moment, awaiting the sharp pain as he enters me, but instead his cock remains still, and he bows his head before brushing his lips across my forearm. Painstakingly slowly, he kisses every single cut, every scar, every wound my father inflicted. Shit, I’m going to cry again.

All the while, his thick crown nudges at my pussy, desire growing with each passing moment and somehow, I manage to keep the tears at bay. When he finally finishes his gentle ministrations, he hovers over me, eyes smoldering. “I vow to be the man that guards your heart, Jia, your unwavering protector. With every beat of my heart, I promise to cherish you, to love you fiercely and without reservation. For as long as breath fills my lungs, my devotion to you will burn as brightly as the lights across the Manhattan skyline, illuminating our lives with the promise of a love that knows no bounds.”

“You’re doing it on purpose,” I choke out, a damned tear spilling over. “You’re trying to make me cry, aren’t you, you coglione?”

A deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, reverberating against my own. “No, spitfire, I just want you to know how loved you are, how absolutely cherished.”

“I—”

He presses a soft kiss to my lips before whispering, “Don’t say it until you’re sure. Because when you do, I want it to be forever.”

I swallow hard, once again blown away by the depth of this man’s emotions. I never expected any of it from the playboy mafia boss. His lips claim mine, and I melt into his touch. While his mouth devours my own, capturing my attention, he thrusts his tip inside me. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but this time there’s no pain, only that thrilling sensation of Marco.

His eyes lance into mine, a question in that mesmerizing gaze.

“I’m fine,” I whisper. “More than fine…”

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