Page 94 of Wicked King

“How long is that?”

“It’s about a five-to-seven-day window.”

“Fuck no.”

A rueful laugh purses her lips.

“You expect me not to touch you for an entire week every month?”

“We can do other things…” A mischievous grin reflects in her dark eyes.

“You’ll let me claim your ass?”

Her head falls back in a cackle. “I was talking about oral pleasures, honey.” She shakes her head, still laughing. “But I guess we could work up to that.”

Those words have a straight line to my cock, and I’m immediately hard. Before I lose control and bend her over the bar stool, I pull her close and press a kiss to her forehead. “And if you do get pregnant? How will that work with the boutique, with our riskier professions…”

Her slim shoulders lift along with the corners of her lips. “I guess Yéye is right. We can only plan so much. Sometimes we just have to leave it up to fate.” She nibbles on her bottom lip, anxious eyes lifting to mine. “As long as you’re okay with the possibility of a baby?”

I heave in a breath and frame her face with my hands. “A few months ago, I would’ve run out of the room screaming—but now, I can’t wait to have the full experience of wedded bliss. I want it all with you. Hell, I may even move to the suburbs so we can have that white picket fence.”

“Seriously?”

I nod and brush my lips against hers. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.”

Jia’s arms come around my neck, and she rises to her tiptoes. “I love you, Mr. Rossi.”

My heart staggers, momentarily freezing before starting to pump again. I’m suffocating and soaring all at once. “Are you sure?” It’s been a tumultuous storm, this arranged marriage, and it seems like I’ve been waiting forever to hear those three damned words.

“Yes, I’m sure, you coglione. As hard as I’ve tried to despise you, you’ve wormed your way into my heart. If I wasn’t so stubborn, I probably would have admitted it long ago. You’ve won me over, Marco Rossi. I love you with my whole heart and soul; every beat belongs to you.”

The last word barely falls from her mouth before I capture her lips. “Dio, I love you, wifey,” I whisper as I devour her.

My hands are at the hem of her dress, tugging it over her head as she battles my belt buckle. The sight of the scars along her arms still has anger boiling to the surface, but I remind myself the bastardo is dead. I wish I could resurrect the man just so I could kill him all over again. How dare he defile her like that?

One thing is for certain, I’ll be ten times the dad Qian Guo was. That’s something, at least.

I drop to my knees and slide my fingers beneath the lacey waistband of her panties as I squirm out of my boxers. With Yéye living with us, we’ve never been nude around the penthouse. Now, I fully plan on changing that.

I rise, my cock hard and ready between us. “I think you should just throw away all of your panties,” I murmur against her swollen lips. “It’s just an extra step we should definitely do away with.” My hand cups her wet pussy and a groan rumbles in my chest. “Mmm, cazzo, I love you and that warm sweetness.”

Her hips rock into my palm, and a faint moan escapes as her hands close around my ass. “And I love your enormous cock and that incredible ass, Marco. It’s seriously amazing.”

“Now you’re just teasing me.”

She smirks as her hand glides around to my cock. “No, I really do.” She kisses me hard then drags my dick between her legs. “I want you inside me already.”

“Such a needy, bossy little thing.” My hands close around her hips before I slide one hand beneath her thigh and curl her leg around my hip. With her pussy bared, I thrust inside her, filling her up in one go.

Her head falls back and moans rent the air, a tangle of us both.

“Oh, spitfire, fuck me, you are so tight and wet.”

“I am fucking you.” She meets every single thrust as I back her against the kitchen island.

“So sassy,” I whisper. Reaching for her other leg, I wrap it around my waist and walk us toward the couch. Not that standing isn’t fun, but I want to take my time and enjoy this. I drop her down onto the couch and throw her legs over my shoulders. Then I slowly withdraw, taking her all in. She’s splayed out before me, the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen taking me in and in and in.

I’m home. Married. And stupidly in love.

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