Page 48 of King

The drive back to the estate is quiet. Giovanni is focused on the road ahead and he doesn’t notice me watching him, my gaze tracing the outline of his profile, his solid chest and the way his arms flex against his rolled-up sleeves while he shifts between gears. His thick, muscular thighs stretched against his pants.

I’m fighting the urge to climb onto his lap. I want to sit on his cock and ride him until his body gives in to me.

All of that power he has - it can be mine if I have power over him - and I know I do.

I know I am some sort of weakness to him. Like Kryptonite.

Every man has his Kryptonite.

A dark, silent smile drifts over my face and I turn to look out the window, watching the buildings race by as we speed through the streets.

Giovani is more than I ever imagined. He’s stronger, darker and more in control of the world than I thought. He is the king in a dangerous kingdom - the darkest force. I saw how the other men looked at him. I saw their obedience. Despite their own power - they were all willing to concede to his.

And now he has made me his queen in their eyes.

At the estate Giovanni goes to his office and I head up to my room to figure out what all of this means. I don’t see much of him until dinner, and then after dinner he disappears again, closing his bedroom door and shutting everyone out.

It’s disappointing, because I’m desperate to find out why he did what he did. I want to know what he was thinking, why he chose to defend me so coldly.

I’m lying in bed, trying to fall asleep when my phone buzzes. My heart immediately somersaults when I see his name on my screen.

Giovanni: Come to my room. I need to talk to you.

Without waiting another heart beat I throw my blankets off and rush towards my bedroom door. But then I hesitate, smiling, I turn back to my closet and wiggle out of the sweatpants I’m wearing, and instead I slip into a pale pink lace nightie. It’s practically transparent.

When I walk into Giovanni’s room I pretend as though I’ve been sleeping. I hurry in, bewildered and confused.

“What’s happened?” I stammer, “Is everything ok?”

His eyes flare with dark desire as they roam over my body.

“What are you wearing?” he growls angrily, standing up from where he was sitting on the edge of his bed. He’s wearing black sweatpants, no t-shirt.

I glance down at myself and gasp. “Oh my word.” I murmur, trying to cover my body with my hands. “Um.” I stand next to his bed, my eyes wide and my cheeks flushed pink with shyness.

He grinds his jaw and closes his eyes for a moment.

Giovanni shakes his head and grabs his shirt from the back of the chair. He hands it to me, refusing to look at me. My eyes trace over his chiseled chest and down to the budge of his cock, pressing against the soft fabric of his pants. I bite my lower lip and take the shirt from him.

“Thank you.” I say with relief.

Slipping my arms into the oversized shirt I don’t button it up. And I let is fall off my shoulder when I climb onto his bed and curl my legs up beneath me. “What did you want to talk about?” I ask, leaning against the headboard, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

A low growl rumbles from him.

His eyes drift over me as he settles on the bed next to me, leaving a very obvious gap between us.

“I want to talk about what happened today.” He says.

“Ok.”

“You need to understand that you have been elevated. My enemies will see you differently now that I have stated you are under my protection. A move against you will be a declaration of war. It adds a layer of security around you - but it also puts a target on your back for those wanting to start war with me.”

I nod, listening closely, watching his eyes move over me.

“It also means that you have power, Zina.” He says quietly.

“What do you mean? What power do I have?”

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