Page 41 of Blinded By The Sun
Ciro
Iturn back to look at Boston. He whistles and winks at me. I watch as Bobby comes back out with King and some other girl. This one is about her height, but she seems like she hates being here. I signal to Bobby to bring King to me. The girl that is still sitting beside me hasn’t gotten the hint. Bobby tells King, and she looks at me. She walks towards me, but I can tell that she’s sad. When she stands in between my legs, I cock my brow at her, and I sit back on the couch. I signal with my eyes for her to straddle me. She widens her eyes as she glances at the girl and back to me. She hesitates for a second and I grind my teeth, trying not to move. I will not pull her to me. Not yet, I give her 5… 4… 3… 2… and before I count the 1; she straddles me.
I sit up a bit and both my hands go to her ass-cheeks. I can’t seem to not touch her ass now. “Did you say that I was available for someone else to approach me, Kingsley?” I ask her.
She blinks. Her hands end up around my neck. She doesn’t even realize what she’s doing. “I thought that’s what I was supposed to say.”
“Have I told you to tell other women that they can just approach me like I’m thirsting for pussy juice?” I ask her.
“No. She shakes her head.
“Hmm… well then, listen to me and let me say this. I’m your fucking man, King, and you belong to me. If you want me to belong to you, you better start fucking acting like it. I’m not some child, I’m a grown ass man and it’s time you recognize it. Who the fuck am I to you?” I ask her as I get all up in her face.
“My man,” she answers easily.
I can’t help it as I grin. “Say that shit again.”
“My man.”
“And what’s my fucking name?”
“Ciro Sarkozy.”
“Yeah, get it the fuck right and don’t ever fucking go around saying I don’t belong to anyone ever again.”
“Huh?” She asks.
Before she can say anything else, I fill the slight gap and kiss her like her fucking man. I will not be disrespected and neither will she. Everyone around us better know this shit.
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I’ve never been the man to wonder what I would do with whom I was with and I wasn’t about to start that shit now. I’m a man who is meant to be in a relationship and I accept that. I’m the opposite of the‘I don’t do relationships clan’and I’m proud of that. I don’t get too deep in thought because King gets my attention.
“Ciro?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a question?” she starts off.
“Shoot.”
King pulls me to her and whispers in my ear. “Do you prefer being called by your name or baby or maybe, from what I heard, some men like to be called daddy?” she asks.
I smirk and bite my bottom lip. I turn to her and tilt my head. I eye her up and down, slowly taking her in. “I don’t care what you call me, but you can call me daddy when you give me more babies,” I state.
“Oh,” King reacts forming an O on that sexy mouth of hers.
“Okay, baby,” she whispers.
I grin as I wrap my hand around her throat. I don’t squeeze or anything. Just looking and seeing my hand around her throat excites me. My tattoos seem so sinister against her pretty little neck but it turns me on. I used my thumb to make her look up at me. Her big brown eyes look at me as if I own the keys to the entire country. Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.
“Say it again.”
“Baby,” she says, she blushes.
“One more time and this time don’t look away when you do. Give me what I deserve, Kingsley,” I command.
One thing that I love about her is her random burst of confidence. It makes me so damned horny. The glint in her eyes is here to play. She bites her lip then pops it out of her mouth. Juicy. “Baby…” I smile wide and she gasps. “You know your smile is… intoxicating. It’s so beautiful and breath-taking.”
