Page 48 of Fortress of the King

He reaches out his hand to me, and I take it. He pulls me up off the chair and his eyes look darker than ever.

He tugs me and I follow him silently as we both pad through his mansion, naked, toward the large, winding staircase so grand it belongs in a museum.

We climb higher and higher, and his grip on my hand tightens as we ascend.

We walk down a dimly lit hallway, the cool marble floors gleaming like they’ve never been walked on, until we get to a double set of doors.His bedroom.

My heart rate beats so loud I’m sure he can hear it. He pushes the doors open, and the first thing I see is a massive bedroom fit for a king.

It’s minimal, masculine, and all Medici.

The gray walls surround a four-poster bed with giant, soft-looking cushions and a large black and gold Versace duvet. It looks like the comfiest bed I’ve ever seen.

He pulls me towards him as he slams the door closed with his foot. He reaches down and cups my face with both hands and kisses me passionately. I freeze on the spot.

I’ve done my part in making him want me, but I didn’t expect him to kiss me like this. To want me like this. I thought he’d just be a big, overbearing brute. It never occurred to me he’d be so sensual.

He’s so composed, so in control that it makes me want to submit, like I have no choice but to bend to his will. I know that makes me weak, however everyone has a breaking point, and I’m newly discovering that Angelo Medici is mine.

What’s even stranger is the reaction I have to him at this moment; I want him to do whatever he wants.

He pulls back to look at me, and my belly flips at the primal gaze he gives me.

Why is he making me feel like this?

It isn’t fair. I’m stronger than this. I’ve had to be. Only when he looks at me like he is now, I couldn’t care less about anything else going on outside this room.

Tonight, he’s mine.

The tension between us is palpable. He wants me. And I never thought I wanted a man to look at me with total possession like he is, until now.

His hands move down from my face to grip my hips, he pulls me to him, and that’s when I feel he’s hard again, really fucking hard.

“Look what you’ve gone and done,” he growls in my ear.

I reach down and grasp him in my hand, he’s throbbing in my palm. His cock is just as perfect as everything else about him.

To be a rich, powerful, intelligent, sexy mafia boss and have a perfect cock that can actually render a woman powerless, is truly a gift. And doesn’t he know it.

I don’t wait to be asked; I drop to my knees and sheath him again as I suck on his tip.

He watches me with hunger as I take him further into my mouth, his eyes closing momentarily and his hands moving into my hair.

I slide my tongue down his length and he hisses. His cock tastes just as good as the rest of him, if not better. Gripping his base, I tug on his dick harder as he swears out loud, his eyes opening as I work my mouth up and down slowly, reveling in every second.

His eyes stare at me with wild abandon, so much so that a thrill of fear runs through me.

I realize I like turning Angelo into this wild creature, it gives me a sense of power, a sense of bravery that I can withstand him, whether the storm while I devour him.

He groans, and when our eyes meet again, I squeeze him, feeling his length, getting my fill of him as I swirl my tongue, licking the precum that leaks from his tip. His hands get tighter in my hair, guiding me, not quite at the point of pain, but I sense he’s holding back.

He rocks his hips subtly, and the next groan he makes has my pussy weeping for him. I’m so turned on, it’s so delicious. So raw and damned perfect.

Before I can blink, he’s yanking me off the floor by my upper arms and picking me up as I wrap my legs around him. He claims my mouth, our tongues clashing as his hot hard cock presses into me, his taste still on my tongue as I hold onto him for dear life.

He walks us to the bed. “So wanna fucking tie you up,” he mutters. “Then you’d be at my complete mercy.”

I pull him closer, biting down gently on his bottom lip as he groans. “Then why don’t you?” I’ve never, ever, been tied up before, but this is the rabbit hole I fell into, and I’m all in.

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