Page 102 of Crowned In Blood
“I love you.”
He thrust harder.
“Again.”
“I love you.”
Harder still.
“Again.”
“I love you. I love you. Yes! I love you!”
He claimed my lips, kissed the ever-loving hell out of me while he fucked me with wild abandon. He pinned me to the wall harder, pressing himself against me until I could barely take a full breath, and I loved it, loved the weight of his body.
His hand roamed over my back as he drew me closer, as if he wanted to be buried in my skin, and if he could, I would let him.
“I love you, Catalina,” he moaned into my ear.
A feeling came over me—something sudden and strong that I’d never felt before. It shot from my head down my spine to my legs, filling the entirety of my body—bliss. Pure, unfiltered bliss.
It shook me to my core. Tears of pleasure and joy fell from my eyes, and Marco kissed each one, while he rammed the entire length of his cock into my cunt.
Then my body trembled. My toes curled and my pussy throbbed.
“That’s it, mi pequeña reina viciosa. Come for your king. Come knowing that I love you—that I would live for you, die for you, kill for you.”
I did. I came screaming as every cell in my body exploded. I felt like a rocket launching straight into the stratosphere—and all I could do was hold on to him so I didn't end up lost in space.
But he kept thrusting, once, twice, three times, then he roared, and I kissed him. I kissed my king, my devil, the other half of my soul as he filled me with his come. And then, I felt complete.
“Ready?”
I peered up at Marco. He was dressed in a black shirt, black pants, and black combat boots.
Normally, I thought he looked like his nickname, The Devil, because of how sinfully handsome he was. But now? He looked like death, and it made my blood pump a little harder in my veins.
Down, girl. You can celebrate by riding him later.
“Yes.” I stood, and he grasped my chin, tilted my head up, and kissed me with such gentleness and tenderness I almost melted.
“I know you’re my vicious little queen and that you can withstand anything, but take care of yourself for me. I’d lose my mind if anything ever happened to you.”
I squeezed his back. “I promise, but you have to do the same. If you die, I’ll drag you back from hell just to kill you myself.”
He laughed, and I smiled along with him. “Yes, my queen.”
We stepped into the elevator hand in hand. Marco’s driver was waiting for us outside. Our men were set at their stations, knew their orders, and were ready to carry them out to the fullest.
My body hummed in delight, and when I looked over at Marco, I knew he felt the same. After waiting so long, our day of reckoning had finally arrived.
We made our way out to the lobby, where added security—Marco’s own men—made sure we left safe and sound.
Approaching the entrance, Marco slid behind me as he opened the door.
“Lina!” Marco pulled me to him, spinning around, blocking my front.
Glass shattered in the distance, the pieces spilling over the marble floors. But I didn’t understand why.
