Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Fuck. I don’t cry. I never have. Not even at their funerals. But for her, for Emelia, I would crawl on hands and knees and beg for her to love me. To take me as hers. To own me.
“You almost took you from me, Nico! You almost pulled that trigger and took away the one person who sees me. Who knows I exist. How could you do that to me?” She sits on the edge of the bed, and I do exactly what I knew I would.
I drop to my knees in front of her and beg for her forgiveness.
“I’m sorry. I will say it a thousand times if I need to, but I am sorry, Emelia. And we are here. Breathing still. I’m at your feet, and you have me, baby.”
She nods into her hands.“I will make you say it every day. Every day, you will apologize for ever doing that to me.” She grabs my face and pulls me onto her, and I nod.
“Every day. You and me.” We kiss, our tongues colliding, and I apologize. I say sorry so many times for the entire next hour.
“So beautiful, baby.”
She rides me slowly, and I rub her thighs gently. We have been at it this whole hour, and I can’t stop having her. I have held off my orgasm, making sure she has plenty before I take mine. Besides, there is pleasure in watching her take hers. I would argue it's better than my own orgasm. I roam from her thighs to the thick, plush softness of her stomach. I knead the skin there. Every inch of her is breathtaking, especially from this angle, because I can see almost all of her.
“Say it again,” she whispers, rocking her hips.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“In Italian.”
“Mi dispiace tanto, piccola mia.”
She smiles, biting her lip. The tears have long gone, and that spark in her eye slowly returns.
“Come for me, my love. Come inside me!” she cries out.
“You need that? Do you need me to come to feel me, baby?” She smiles again and nods. “Good girl. Can I take control?”
“Always, il mio re,” she practically purrs, and I don’t think I'll need to after that.
“Scream that while you ride me good, principessa.”
She braces her hands on my chest and starts to rock harder, alternating between that and her rise and fall, and I am there.
“Il mio re!” she screams, coming with me.
“Fuck, baby! Fuck!” I come so fucking hard. She squeezes down on me and milks my cock with her orgasm, and then she falls beside me on a deep breath.
“Shit,” she says, and I laugh.
“Yeah, shit.”
“That for sure got me pregnant.” I look over at her when she says this, and she winks at me. “Calm down, I was kidding. Kind of.” She looks at the ceiling thoughtfully.
“Are you ready for that?” I ask, rubbing her stomach in the way I would if she were pregnant with our child.
“I just realized I never got my pills refilled in all the chaos. So… I could be at any time. I mean, I could now. I won’t know until my period comes or not.”
“A week then?”
“What?”
“A week. That’s when it’s supposed to come.”
She sits up and turns to lay on her stomach, but she stays propped up on her elbows.“Have you been tracking my period, Nico?”
I smirk.“Yes. I track everything you do, baby.”
“You are twisted. But yes.” She laughs. “One week. If I’m late, I will take the test.”
“God, I want to fuck you again just to make sure you are,” I growl, turning and biting her shoulder.
She yelps. “Sex fiend.” She laughs, her blonde hair falling all around her. I go to respond, but there is a knock at the bedroom door.
“Flight is to land in thirty minutes, sir,” Giulio says from the other side. Both me and Emelia groan before standing. We make our way to the shower to rinse off quickly. Once we’re done, we start getting dressed and prepped for landing. We are in our seats just shy of ten minutes beforehand. Emelia takes my hand and rubs my knuckles.
“Are you going to kill them all… Mother included?” she whispers, and I shake my head.
“No, I won't be killing them. I will just make sure they understand I know, and if they try anything again, I will see that every outfit on my side helps me take down his kingdom.”
She looks surprised.
“Why, Emelia? Do you want me to take care of them?” I will do anything she asks. I would love to kill them. In fact, just hours ago, that was the plan, but I don’t think Emelia can handle that right now.
At least, I didn’t think so. Until now.
“I…” She trails off and looks around.
“Emelia, speak up. I will do what you say in this situation.”