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Everything about Dolcezza is so fucking sweet.
The way my bulge presses against the velvet fabric of these dress pants is going to drive me mad if I don’t jerk it off, but after this madness, I’m weighing my possibilities.
God, I want to fuck her. No. I need to fuck her.
“Dolcezza.”
I don’t know what it is with my voice that captures this woman like a deer in headlights, but her attention is solely onme, those wild, lustful eyes staring at me without hiding her emotions.
The charged hunger desperate for me to notice.
I lick my lips as if I’m thirsty all over again.
Prowling from my spot further onto the bed, I hover over her.
She doesn’t understand how her consistency in keeping my gaze does dangerous things to me. Makes me think of things I’ve never dared allow myself the chance to wonder.
A future. A chance of dating one who isn’t there for their own fucked-up notions. A woman… who loves this fucked-up psycho…
“I want this…” I whisper the words that are so raw.So fucking real.“More… of this.”
She’s staring at me. Taking my words in. Piece by piece.
That’s another thing I love about this woman.Our Ruthless Maiden.She doesn’t just speak for the fuck of it all. She analyzes. Observes.Fucking listens.I’ve never met anyone like her.
It’s scary…
“At what cost?” she quietly whispers.
So much…
“Is it too expensive for me to afford?” I wonder to myself.
“No.” She shakes her head for added measure. “That’s not…”
“Should I ask the real question?”
Another shared look follows with a small nod from her.
“Do…” It’s the first time I’ve struggled to say the truth in my heart. “Do… you want me?”
Want me more than just a sinister Ruthless King?
More than just a pawn on your board of chess.
Do you want… me? Not the Masked Lover or the Psychotic Zander.
“Do I want you?” she quietly repeats as her hand reaches out until her fingertip trails along the marked scar on my arm.
Our scar. Our bond. Our vow.
“Yes.”
I hold my breath because I can’t differentiate whether she wants me here and now or if she wants… a future together.
Maybe both?
My confusion has to be evident enough for her to press both hands upon my cheeks, pulling all my attention to her.
