Page 67 of Blinded By The Sun
King gets up and then uses her chair as leverage. She gets up on there and we’re almost eye to eye. I look at her as she grabs my jaw. My jaw ticks because I’m not used to being touched like this in front of other people but fuck it. She can do whatever she wants. King digs her nails into my epidermis, and I swear a wave of lust hits me so profoundly, it almost knocks me on my ass. I stare at her to see what she’ll do. King licks her lips before she gets all up in my face. She bites my bottom lip hard and I reach out gripping her waist hard. She flinches, but I can see the need and want in her eyes. She wants me to spank her like I first did. She wants me to make it hurt… good.
“What should I wear?” She asks me.
“Wear whatever the fuck you want. You want to wear nothing, then we’ll do that, but for the safety of all the other men, wear something. I don’t want to have to fuck you with blood all over my body.” I admit.
King kisses my jaw line until she reaches my ear. She pulls my earlobe in her mouth and sucks on it like she’s sucking my dick. When I first met her, I told her that her uncle sent me someone inexperienced. That was a motherfucking lie because King knows how to please me too damn good. “Je dois changer…” She whispers in my ear.
“Ou mourir,” I say back to her.
This may seem like nothing to some others but to us, it is a newfound code, our love and our lives for each other. She said this to me once as Helena and today as King. She starts it and I finish it.
I need to change or die.
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The best part about Vegas is that nothing ever really shuts down, especially not the nightlife. There is a special chapel that Alex says he goes to and there is where we meet a priest, one who I swear his face looks familiar but then I do not understand who he is. He has a huge scar going diagonally on his face and I know that this isn’t just some priest. There is something there, something more. Alex introduced us when we first came in, Father Luciano glares at me as if he knows something that I don’t, but then after the glare, he moves on like nothing is happening.
I want to say the ceremony was overly crazy about tears and all the shenanigans, but I can say it isn’t. I, for one, am glad that it isn’t like that. I look at King as she stands in front of me in a simple light blue dress. One that she picked out. I don’t care whether she wears white or red or pink, as long as it’s her, I’ll take it. The dress is what I wouldn’t call cute, this shit is sexy and when I saw her come out of the room, I wanted to bring her back in and fuck her into oblivion. The V-neck caught my balls in a tight grip that I’m suffering with, but I love it. The dress is tight right under her breasts holding them up and it flows to her feet, but the best part is the easy-access split. I smile as I look down at her feet; she isn’t wearing any shoes and honestly, this is how I like my girl.
I let King pick out my outfit, which comprised a simple short sleeve black dress shirt that had little white drawings on them tucked into my dress pants with my red bottoms. A man could never look cheap in those.
“Would you like to say your own vows?” Father Luciano asks. His gravelly voice sounds like he’s pissed off permanently, but maybe if he didn’t look like a pretty boy, someone would take him much more seriously.
“You want to, sugar?” I ask King.
She moves her head in a sing-songy way, sort of debating it and then she nods. “Yeah but it’s not long. You want me to start?” She asks.
“Sure, baby,” I answer.
King smiles. “Okay, well,” she clears her throat. “This’ll be new for me but I just wanted to say thou hast made me the most beloved of all and with the audience as my witness, I will never fail thee. I will put thee in my heart at all times and shield you,” She stops. “Ah! Sorry, I ruined my speech.” She giggles. “But yeah, just that I’m here.”
I smile at her. “You’re a sweet thing, baby. So fucking sweet and to have you all to myself is the best thing that could ever happen to me. I fucked up the first time I met you and didn’t recognize you for who you were but just know that it’s not gonna be like thatchouchou. Me and you, that’s all there is to it. The brand they called you before, I know it doesn’t bother you, I know, but I have to do right by you. I have to show you that you don’t deserve to be held down like that. Let’s break that chain together, huh? You’re not a fucking whore or anybody’s whore, you’re my wife now. Nobody will ever look down at you, Mrs. Kingsley Sarkozy. I know that your last name was Storm, but I want you to know that even if you came into my life like one, there’s no need to keep having one now. We’re Sarkozys, we walk with our heads held up high because we are royalty. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” She answers and fuck the rest of our vows. I kiss her like I fuck her and she kisses me back like she loves me: unrestrained devotion/
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