Page 65 of Lethal King

“There you are.”

I’m already reaching for my cock again when a knock at the door momentarily shifts my attention away from the screen.

“Who is it?” I boom.

Reluctantly tucking my cock away, I stand up.

“Maksim.”

“Give me a sec,” I grumble.

Leaning back, I close my laptop. Then, I take a quick look at my reflection in the nearest mirror. My pupils are clearly dilated, but other than that, I don’t look like I’ve spent the last hour locked in a room watching what amounts to homemade porn.

Still, Maksim seems to spot something in me the second I open the door. “You’re in a good mood,” he notes.

“Says who?” I challenge, quickly walking past him to hide my smirk.

He doesn’t know where I’ve been or what I’ve been up to. I doubt anyone but Rozalia knows. And that’s just fine. This part of her humiliation is just for me. The fake marriage will be what shames her in front of the world—even if I’m still not sure exactly how I’m going to pull that off.

Still, the self-doubt that has been growing in me like an infection since my coronation is slowly starting to fade. My confidence is returning. So is my taste for domination.

I’ve still got it.

And that’s bad news for Rozalia Dorn.

“I assume that means you’ve been in contact with the Black Cat?” Maksim asks, striding right up next to me.

“She’s currently under my control,” I confirm.

“You’ve captured her?”

“Something like that.” This time, I don’t even try to hide my smirk. But I do reach down and shove aside my cock as it throbs at the memory of Rozalia’s fiery warmth.

“Does that mean you’ve retrieved the crown? Your father’s been asking after it.”

That surprises me.

“Really? Dad cares about that stupid thing?”

“I don’t think he cares about the physical object itself,” Maksim says. “More what it represents.”

“And what does it represent?” I ask, already knowing the answer. Just like that, a crack appears in my mending armor.

“Respect. Authority. Control.”

My fists clench and my good mood sours as I’m forced to remember how my game of cat and mouse with Rozalia isn’t isolated from the rest of the world.

All of my old problems still exist.

“Does that mean we’re having trouble with the Italians?” I ask, dreading the response.

I still haven’t followed up on their reaction to the coronation. Hell, I hardly even waited around to see what anyone thought of my announcement to marry my sworn enemy.

It must have really pissed some of them off. But I didn’t give a shit. Only one thought occupied my mind.

Revenge.

Now, I finally have my first taste of it. Rozalia has been forced beneath my fist. And even if she isn’t broken yet, I know it’s only a matter of time.