“It’s about the dynamics of our relationship, the roles we play.”
“Meaning?”
He reached his hand over to my face and slipped his fingers along my chin. “When you call meDaddy, it’s not just about a title. It’s about surrender, trust, and our deep connection.”
I parted my lips.
“It’s about you giving yourself to mecompletely, letting me guide you, protect you, and cherish you in ways that go beyond the ordinary.” His fingers brushed lightly against my cheek. “It’s a term where you can beabsolutelyvulnerable and trust that I’ll take care of you in every sense.”
I whispered the word, “Daddy.”
A dark groan left him. “Careful.”
I blinked.
“I’ll make everyone leave and fuck that tight little virgin pussy right here on this table.”
My heart boomed in my ears.
“I’m doing my best to be patient, Princess.”
I tried to do my best to change the conversation, if only to stop the heat from rising within my body. “Why do you call me princess right now, when earlier you called me queen?”
His dark eyes sparkled with fierce possessiveness. “To me, you are both a princess and a queen. It just matters on the moment.”
Under the table he slipped his hand to my lap. “Here. Right now. At this table you are my queen, and all of my men will treat you that way.”
His hand slid up one thigh and gripped it.
My breath hitched.
“But in our private moments, when we're alone and it's just you and me, you are my princess—young, innocent, and pure.”
Our eyes locked in a heated gaze that seemed to melt everything away. The world around us, the grand ballroom with its golden chandeliers and marble floors, the guests murmuring in confusion as they watched their lobster bisque and shrimp cocktails being whisked away and replaced with steak and chicken.
It all faded into insignificance.
It was just me and Gianni.
Breathless, I whispered, “And when we are around others, you are my king?”
A rich chuckle rumbled from his chest as his hand slid further up my thigh. “Indeed, and I am the sort of king that would go to war for his queen in any way. . .and without hesitation.”
He gently placed his hand right over my pussy, and I was damn sure lucky that the wedding gown was protecting it. . .because I got the feeling that if he could get to my pussy. . .he would have been finger fucking me right there at the table.
Still, delicious sensations coursed through my body.
“But back to the bedroom.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. “Tonight, I plan to eat your little princess pussy.”
My chest rapidly rose and fell.
“I plan to have my tongue cherish and adore it.”
Dear God.
This was my new life.
Before I’d come down to meet him at the altar, I’d planned on getting a phone to call Melanique and at least explain everything.
