My hands trembled as I lifted it to unlock the door. I had sincerely hoped I wouldn’t see him for a while, all he needed was a wife and he already married me, I had expected just to be the woman in the picture. He could keep his other women which I was sure he had and left me alone, I would rather spend all my time with my father, maybe if I talked to him, one day he would hear my voice and open his eyes.
My hope for friendship between Alexandro Kind and I didn’t make it past my wedding night. Just one kiss from him had made me realize there was something about being touched by this man that wouldn’t make one remain the same.
I was sure women threw themselves at him all the time. I could bet women begged him for sex, and that was why I was sure he would never look my way for sex. Besides, I wasn’t as sexy as the other women he would have in his life. I never had time to take care of my body like they did.
But the look on his face for a second when the door opened said otherwise.
It was there only for the briefest instance, it was as hot as fire, burning and scorching, trailing from my head to my toes, I felt heat run through me for a brief second before his angry face came back.
He looked very dashing, it was still early but he was wearing a tux, he was fully dressed and looked as neat as he always did. His eyes were dark and alluring, the heat that had once been in them had me captivated, mesmerized.
His whole body was an intimidating work of art. His facial features looked like they were specially molded to steal women's breath but it was his hands I knew I could get infatuated with. They were made to make a woman tremble. Long, bold, and sexy fingers, apart from our wedding ring which I was surprised he still wore, he wore three other rings. They made his fingers a symbol of strength and power.
“Why does it feel like my bride was not expecting me.” He spoke, his dark aura escaping with each word., taking a step into the room. He looked so intimidating, the door was high, but he still had to dunk as he crossed the threshold, I subconsciously took a step back, to maintain the distance between us. A look of displeasure clouded his face. His words from the other night flashed through my mind ‘They never tell me no, Emily.”
I prayed in my heart that he wouldn’t touch me and thankfully, he didn’t. He didn't even try to close the distance that I had maintained, instead, he walked over to the table where my food was laid. There was a way he moved his shoulders when he walked like he could bear the whole world on them.
Then I remembered I had not taken a bite of the food. There was my chance of throwing the food down the toilet if I didn’t like it. I had not taken a bite of the man too, but it was him that could flush me down the toilet if he wanted to.
“You wouldn’t be eating this.” He declared after eyeing the food and his eyes looking around the room to settle on me. Disapproval of my choice of meal was evident in his voice.
Why had Chloe chosen to abandon me with this man? I sighed to myself.
Chloe didn’t. I chose this myself. I replied to myself.
“Black suits you.” He murmured; the disapproval was gone now. I took note of one thing about my husband. He didn’t know how to give compliments.
I would need a notepad to remember everything about this man.
“Why can’t I eat that?” I asked, wondering what he was up to. Was there a specific kind of food I could only eat as his wife?
“Because we would be eating together in the restaurant downstairs.” He replied simply like that explained everything.
Why?
I realized that in this marriage, I should expect no form of explanation from Alexandro King. He gave me an order and I had to follow it. I noted in my mind to ask Chloe why Alexandro didn’t want me eating in the room.
But I was shocked when Alexandro held my hand as soon as we stepped outside the hotel room.
I was so shocked I tried to pull my hand away, but his grip was tight. It was worse when my glass heels began to make sounds on the tile, making people turn to look at us as we walked past them.
I could hear people whispering to themselves boldly, not trying to hide the attention they were paying to us.
I was more surprised when Alexandro King slipped one hand across my waist, keeping it at the small of my back. It was then I realized it was all for a show, not just the wedding had been for publicity, our marriage was also for the public. That was also why we were going to be eating in public.
A special table had been set for us. The table had been overlain with black clothes; the seats were golden like every other seat in the restaurant but had special dark features. The only thing that wasn’t screaming black on the table was a beautiful bouquet of roses. It was very red and beautiful, but there was still a dark aura about it.
Alexandro King pulled out a chair for me like a perfect gentleman, then just after I sat down, he placed the roses in my hands and whispered into my ears, “Be careful of the thorns.”
It was too late; a thorn had already pickled and my finger was bleeding slightly.
It was too little for anyone to see so I wasn’t surprised when he paid no attention to it, but I couldn’t stop the heat that gathered in between my legs when he finally brought the bleeding finger into his mouth and sucked.
I knew what it was to be turned on.
Who else noticed that Emily always refers to her husband as Alexandro King, instead of Alex or Alexandro?
I’ve covered a lot of things in my life, I’ve hoped for a living mother, and a healthy father, and I’ve wished for a bulkier bank account but never had I dared to hope for a man. I never hoped for a touch of comfort, I never dared to hope for someone to look at me with such eyes as Alexandro King was looking at me now. How could I hide these feelings his lips were doing to me with my finger in his mouth when I had never analyzed the feelings in my mind? I took a deep breath of relief when he finally let go of my bleeding finger. His mouth must have worked some magic on it because it had stopped bleeding, he held my four fingers and placed a kiss on them before finally letting them go. “I’m hungry,” I whispered, I just hoped we would eat and I could go back to the hotel room. I hoped to leave the hotel soon too, I didn’t like how I was always watched here, and Alexandro King wouldn’t always have to be like this if we were back home. “I’ve already ordered something. It’ll be here in
ALEXANDRO KING Her lips trembled slightly as my fingers brushed against them slightly but that was not what got me hard. It was the soft moan that escaped her when the starter melted against her tongue that woke my dick. It was how her eyelid slowly slid shut and the soft air that escaped her lips as the fruits melted in her mouth. My pants tightened uncomfortably when her eyes opened again. Those purple irises were totally coated in pleasure, and I could feel all her uneasiness sweep away as she gave the food all her concentration, oblivious of how every movement she madecaught my attention. She sighed a lot, constantly taking deep breaths, whenever she was uncomfortable, she sighed, nervous, she sighed. Now I knew she moaned too. I wondered if it would be the same sound that she’ll make she was beneath me with my dick totally inside her. Those eyes, I wanted them to darken with pleasure again but one I had ignited with my hands. I could guess she had very responsive skin. What h
I didn’t have to signal anyone that I was done eating, my staff knew well enough what kind of man I was. We walked side by side, my hands still holding hers, she had seemed uncomfortable with my touch earlier but now I could see she didn’t mind. She would be easy to train. I was surprised she walked very steadily on heels; I had expected her to hand on me with every step she took instead she walked confidently in it. “I wouldn’t have guessed you were good in heels.” I voiced my thoughts. She looked at her legs like she had forgotten she was wearing heels. “Oh, the shoes. I didn’t know I could wear them so easily, but they are steady and comfortable, I think it’s because it was expensive. Original stuff.” She said smiling, obviously proud of herself. Displeasure coated my stomach. I intended to break her, to make her able to rely on nothing but me, not to be confident in herself or even proud of herself. The opportunity to correct that came when she was distracted by some kids com
Her eyes flew open. Her lips parted but closed back. She was taking several deep breaths now. I resisted the urge to laugh. Torturing Emily was going to be so much fun. I couldn’t wait for her to break more rules. It took too much control not to buck when her hands touched the band of my briefs by my groin. She just had to touch there, although she avoided any contact with my dick. She could run but she couldn’t hide. Her eyes slip shut as she slip the brief down and my cock sprang free. I loved that her eyes were closed, I could release that smile that had been tempting to escape. I wanted to pull her by the hair and force my cock into her mouth, but this wasn't for my pleasure, it was to teach Emily a lesson. “Touch it, Emily.” I snarled, teetering at the edge of control. She must have felt the anger in my voice because her fingers came up in a jump, but her eyes didn’t open. I smiled, she shouldn’t be so shy, this wouldn’t be her first time sucking someone’s cock. Her finger
EMILY I like to claim that I have gone through a lot and have suffered. I had sold my father’s house only to have the money stolen from me. I had lost a mother that had been everything to my father, I had lost my father the night my mom died. I had spent everything I had trying to bring him back. Education had failed for me, and I just wanted to make ends meet. To make my father happy again but when things seemed to be getting bright, he had an accident and was now unable to fight out of come. But never, never had I been at the mercy of a man like I now was at Alexandro King. At first, it had been humiliating. Going down on my knees for him, undoing his belt. But when my hand scraped over his hard-on, I couldn’t believe it turned me on. It was my first time coming face to face with a man’s member and I hated how my mouth had watered at the sight. I was scared he would somehow figure out how wet I was down there! And when he finally came in my mouth? I understood what it was to be a
It was like he had read my thoughts earlier concerning my need for a bag. This was more like a purse, but it had a strap. The purse was small and beautiful, surprisingly, it wasn’t black. It was purple, more like lilac because it was a bit brighter than my iris. “It’s beautiful. I love it. Thank you,” I said, turning to him. “The hotel staff prepared it, I heard they also prepared some clothes for you in the closet too.” He said, staring at my face like he was searching for something, then displeasure sprouted up like he was mad that he couldn’t find it. “Yes, help me appreciate them.” I smiled, rubbing my hands together because this conversation was getting awkward, and Alexandro King wasn’t trying to make it any lighter. “They’re only trying to buy your favor. No one does anything just for the fun of it. Everyone has intentions.” He said coldly. His words were aimed at me and not the Hotel staff and I knew it. He was implying that my actions right now had a motive, and I wouldn’t
I snapped back to reality to see a very beautiful lady standing in front of me. We were all staring into the picture in the phone I was holding but my mind had been so far from my body that I had no idea someone had joined us. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.” I apologized clumsily. I didn’t dare look up at the look on Alexandro King’s face. I couldn’t help wondering if this was another slip-up. “I understand my dear, you both look so good together,” Then she moved closer to my ears and muttered, “How can a woman not be distracted the morning after her wedding night.” Then she stood upright and stretched her hands, “I’m Lauren Gerr.” She had a nice smile but she added nothing to give me an idea of who she was to Alexandro King and he was standing beside me but didn’t volunteer to fill in the information. “I’m Emily King,” I replied with a smile on my face. “Can I ask a favor?” I asked. It was an opportunity now that there was someone available, instead of just asking a random per
ALEXANDRO KING Emily had to be the best actress I had ever met. First, she went from being teary after sucking my cock to being a hot girl in a black dress and smoky eyes. What was more shocking was how she stood against Lauren, who I was about to destroy, with straight shoulders. What had given me the assumption that Emily was a calm little bird in the first place? Was it the way she had begged for her father’s life? Or how desperate she seemed? Now all forms of desperation had disappeared, and she seemed to be putting up her new role with all boldness and bravery. I needed to find another method to put her under my thumb but all I could think about was kissing her again, having my tongue sucked by that little mouth of hers made me want nothing but more. What was more annoying was how I momentarily lost my head around her and how fine she seemed. I just needed to tighten my reign on her a little, remind her who was in control, and let her know she was nothing. No one. But for now