Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“She told me I should only call you King. That only people close to you call you James.” His jaws firms at my confession.
“You call me James in public.” He moves his hand between us a moment later, and I feel his bare, hard cock against my pussy. “But when we are like this, I’m your king. Your everything.” His cock slides against me, making me moan.
“To everyone else I’m the king, but your king. Your everything. Do you understand the difference?” I nod, unable to speak. I’m so close to cumming, but I do understand what he means. To everyone else he’s their leader, but to me he’s my whole world, and more importantly he wants to be that and I want that, too.
“Say it.” He stops moving back and forth.
“You are my everything,” I pant. He is. He’s all I know anymore. My fingers dig into his shirt. “My king.”
“Fuck yes, I am.” He starts moving again. “Going to mark this pussy. I might not be taking it right now, but I’m claiming it,” he groan as his cock slides back and forth across my clit.
My breathing grows deep and I know what’s coming. I’m so close. Just a little more and I’ll be there.
“Give your king what he wants, my little princess. Cum on my cock so I can claim you.” His words spark my orgasm, sending me over the edge. I cry out, but his mouth falls onto mine, silencing my scream of pleasure as his release spills onto me. He jerks against me, and even more of his warmth coats me.
My eyes close as he keeps me pinned to the wall. His breathing is heavy like he just ran miles. I hum in pleasure knowing that I did that to him. My doubt about not being able to please him slips away. If he wanted to be with that other woman he’d be with her now. Not here with me, promising me the world.
James slowly pulls away from me, kissing my neck as he does. I slide down his body, my feet unlocking from around his waist and touching the floor. I look up at him. A satisfied smile is on his handsome face, making him look younger. I reach up and touch his face. I feel so close to him right now. It’s such a foreign feeling to me.
“I have a surprise for you.” He pulls back a little and my dress falls back into place. He adjusts himself, putting his cock back into his pants. My eyes bulge out a little as I wonder how the two of us will ever fit together.
“I want to show you something.” He grabs my hand and lifts it, kissing the back of it before he starts pulling me from the room, his fingers locked tightly around mine.
Chapter 12 King
I show Kate around the castle, wanting her to know how to get around without getting lost or turned around. I want her to feel comfortable here. This is her home, not just a place she’s staying.
When we reach the top of the stairs that go down to the basement I give her hand a small squeeze before I let it go. I wrap my arms around her shoulder and pull her into me. I kiss the top of her head. “I need to make one stop before I take you on your birthday surprise.”
She looks up at me, her eyes filling with tears. “You know it’s my birthday?”
I lean down and kiss her. “I’ve tried to learn everything I can about you. You’re going to have to give me the rest.” I kiss her again. Her body melts into mine, and I reluctantly pull away before this goes any further and I have her up against another wall. I don’t want anyone seeing her come undone for me. That’s for me alone.
“Come.” I guide her down the stairs, stopping at John’s door. I give a knock before I open it. John is behind his desk looking bored while Nicolette sits on a chair in the corner, red faced with her arms crossed. I don’t know if it’s because she’s angry or she’s been crying. Not that I give a shit either way.
My princess tenses up next to me. I lean down and kiss the top of her head. What I am surprised about is to see my mom standing there. Her hands are on her hips and she looks pissed. I know the look. I got it a few times when I was a young boy. It’s one I make sure to never get from my sweet mom because I know if she has that look she’s been pushed past her limit.
Mom’s eyes come to us. “Kate, sweetheart.” She rushes over to her and pulls her from my hold. I let her go, even though I don’t want to. My mom wraps her in a tight hug. “You look rested,” she tells her, pulling back.