Page 57 of Fortress of the King

Oh lord, if only he could see me now. I straighten myself and take a sip of my wine.

“I’m doing very well, thank you for asking.”

“So, did I pass the first date dinner challenge?” he asks.

What the ever-living fuck?

I laugh softly, trying not to grit my teeth. “You make a mean carbonara if that’s what you mean.”

I can hear the flirtation in his voice. “What about the rest?”

“If you’re referring to how you made me see God several times, then I’d say you’re very, very talented in the bedroom.”

He chuckles. The sounds goes straight between my legs. It seems now I’ve had Angelo; the mere mention of his name sends me into a flurry. It’s a mixture of all the pent-up rage I’m feeling. I don’t know which emotion will carry me through any of this, and I don’t rightly care.

“It’s not that hard when the woman you’re trying to seduce is the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on.”

I somehow find the will to laugh softly. “On the contrary, I can argue that itwasvery hard, several inches of it that I can still feel every time I move,” I whisper the last part, like I’m somewhere where I could be overheard instead of in the safety of my own apartment.

“Good. I like you sore and sated,Carina, until I’m inside your pussy again, which will be soon.”

You need an invite to that exclusive fucking Gala….

“When can I see you again?” I ask. I can almost see his lazy smile stretch across his terrifyingly handsome face.

“I’m coming to arrange the pickup of the wine tomorrow evening, will you still be there at six?”

Damn, tomorrow?

The sooner I get to see him, the sooner I can get closer, and hopefully, he’ll start to trust me and invite me to be his date for next weekend.

“I’ll be there.” I bite my lip, my heart buzzing again in my chest, I squeeze my knees together, but that will never relieve the pressure of what he can do.

He pauses. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says quietly.

I swallow hard. “Me either,” I whisper back.

“I’d come over right now if I could, but I’ve got a pressing matter that needs my urgent attention.”

I think about him with another woman and pain hits my chest.Stop it!

“Duty calls, I understand,” I say, when the reality is my insides are clawing at me. “But I can relieve the ache until then.”

I hear a low growl and it makes me smile.

“Touch yourself,” he demands. “Reach into your little panties and rub yourself for me.”

I take another sip of the wine and comply, slipping my hand down my panties and feeling my wet center.

I need him so bad…

I walk over to the couch, resting my wine on the coffee table as I lie back against the cushions.

“Did you like my mouth on you,Carina? Sucking your sweet pussy?”

“Oh God…” I cry, circling my sensitive and swollen clit, wishing he was here to do it all again. “Yes,oh, Angelo,yes.”

He chuckles again. “Stick your fingers in your hole, baby. Finger yourself for me.”

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