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          It had been two weeks since the Mykonos massacre and a week since I learned Zaya was a backstabbing bitch. She hadn't opened her mouth about the people she worked for or fessed up about the address which was making me restless and increasingly frustrated. I wanted to soak my hands in her treacherous blood that had led to so much destruction, but I tried to suppress my murderous thoughts for the moment.

According to Leo, my hospital was doing well and Harry was taking care of everything as my savior. I finally got to speak with her and assured her I was well and made up an excuse for my absence which I was sure she didn't buy, but she also didn't push me for answers. Aunty Simi, her mom, was worried as well, and I missed them both terribly. I had to go back to my life one day, but I also wasn't sure how things could ever return to any form of normalcy after the weeks of horror I had.

I was sure I got kicked out of my resident program from the teaching hospital for disappearing without a word. Fuck! I couldn't abandon the career path I chose for myself. I had busted my ass through the lowest points of my fucking life after Leo and dragged my ass through medical school. After all my hard work and pain, I wasn't going to drop it just because I was back with Leo. I had to do Aunt Wendy proud one day. I still hoped she'd wake up.

So, while Leo spent his time handling business and getting his hands dirty for information, I spent many hours with Felix as his new student even though it was neurology I was going for. Everything he taught me would aid me in the field and in this dangerous lifestyle without a doubt.

He told me of his years in the organization and the precious moments he shared with Verona and this family. It was my favorite bit with him. Also, I learned he was into men. Of course, I swore to secrecy because the high-ranking traditionalists in the empire weren't tolerant of homosexuality even to this day which was disheartening. Felix was high in the ranks to have close contact with the family, so it mattered. Thankfully, Leo didn't care for it, so the king's outlook was all that was necessary. If there were to be an uproar due to his sexuality, Leo would shut it all down.

I had chosen to stay in my room after Zaya's confession. Paranoia had crippled me due to her and I hated every bit of it. Restoring trust was harder than expected, and it made me doubt almost everyone. The only person I fully trusted was myself and Leo.

My body felt better and the pain was at a minimum without medications now. I was ambulating without any support, even if it was only in my room, and my pace was normal. The stitches had been removed and it left behind a scar across my rib that was in a much better condition. I almost felt like myself once again, but not fully.

In the shadows of the darkness, nightmares were slowly haunting my peace. Oceans of blood surrounded me while I was stranded on a tiny island. The people I cared for were drowning in it. Even my beloved dead were among them. Alon, Mama, Papa, Freddie, Verona. The monsters I killed were swimming up to the surface, some headless and some faceless. Astor was the one leading the army of the dead. He smiled like a beast every single time and I couldn't move myself to fight any of them off. I was rendered paralyzed. When I saw Leo coming through them, I hoped to be saved, but I was quick to realize that it wasn't my Leo. It was Luca who was among those who haunted me.

Every time I woke up to dissipate the nightmares, I found myself all alone without Leo. He was never there. He held me while I fell into a deep slumber but disappeared when I startled awake in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and fear. It got worse every night, knowing I would wake up alone in a dark room. The horrors of my life were all catching up and it was growing increasingly hard to fend for myself against them.

          I trusted Leo with all my heart and soul, but I wondered where he went every night. However, I still couldn't bring myself to ask.

During the day, Leo and I always ate together, talking and laughing. He'd spend as much time as he could with me despite his kingly duties. Sometimes, he just gazed at me so fiercely that I felt it deep within my core. But our ministrations never went beyond kissing. However, when our breakfast turned into a little fruit fight this morning because of me, he chased me around the room and pinned me down to the bed, licking the juicy mess off my face. He then devoured my lips whole and got me wet in all the right places. I had felt him growing in his pants and I had been too giddy to feel him inside me, but before he could even kiss my neck, Mike stole him from me. At this point, I could snap that man's neck from sexual frustration. Actually, I could kill them both from it.

          Alas, during the few silent moments I did allow myself, I often thought of Athena. Eros' younger brother had informed Leo that Eros and Athena had taken off with their older brother and Robyn. Even Dimo was with them. Where they were, no one knew. Not even Leo. It was as if they had fallen off the face of the Earth. Leo assured me that Athena would emerge when she was ready, but I only hoped she and Eros were okay, and that their baby was all right, too. I knew Robyn was in good hands with Athena, so I didn't worry myself much. But a gnawing feeling remained deep within my chest.

As the evening sun peeked down on the castle through brooding, dark clouds, I had opened the windows in my room and the glass balcony doors to let the cold breeze air out the gloominess. I changed into a white summer dress that ended just above my knees. I didn't care for the weather. I was in the mood for something different. Besides, dresses weren't always my go-to for casual wear, but it was the change I wanted from my regular sweatpants. The walk-in closet in my room was lined with more clothes than I'd ever need, ranging from pajamas to expensive evening gowns, so I took advantage of the simpler dresses.

          Instead of doing a full face of makeup, I applied some red lipstick to match the blood-red color of my hair that was fading slowly. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror of the walk-in and sighed seeing all the discolored bruises on my exposed arms and legs that were slowly fading. But I decided to embrace them and stroll out of the room after days of being cooped up in there.

          Leo's men greeted me with their eyes low as I walked down the big hallways. They pointed me in the direction of their king where he was conducting a meeting. Before I could even get there, Leo seemed to already be done with it as he strode down the hall with Mike, both engaged in deep conversation. Usual anger remained on Leo's face that was also marked with extreme exhaustion that I noticed every day. Even from a distance, I could see the bruises on Leo's knuckles. I felt sorry for the person on the receiving end of it. I knew Lawrence Kane was among them and that made me smile.

          "You look chipper," Mike remarked with a smile when he noticed me.

          The men walked closer to me while Leo's eyes lit up in an instant.

          "And you look as classy as ever." I offered Mike a sweet smile in return. "How's Valentina?"

          "Very well. You'll be meeting her soon."

          "Finally, I'll have someone interesting to talk to."

          "Ha, so funny!" Mike faked a laugh in my face and left after a peck on the side of my head and a nod in Leo's direction.

          Leo stood at a distance, his piercing eyes raking over my exposed skin and leaving a scorching trail behind. His hands were in his pockets as a lazy smile spread across his lips.

"How are you feeling?"

"Great, actually." I sauntered over to the man and graced him with a twirl. "How do I look?"

With a pleased hum, he pulled me to him by my waist. "Ravishing," he growled out and bit down on my cheek lightly.

I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck as he lifted me off the ground effortlessly. Pulling back a little, I took a moment to admire the beautiful man looking up at me. That smile of his that torched my senses. Those eyes I loved looking at. And that new scar over his cheekbone that I always traced my finger over which reminded me of who he was.

A ruthless monster reigning over this world and I happened to be his wicked queen.

I brought my mouth down to his and kissed him slowly, letting his tongue taste my mouth. It didn't fail to spark a fire in my body. My core was already tightening with just the way our breaths mingled, his tongue caressed mine, and his arms squeezed me to him. The wince that bubbled inside me due to his fierce hold turned into a soft moan on its way out into his mouth.

"Oh, the red," he rasped out against my swollen lips whilst placing me back on the floor. He tucked my colored strands behind my ear and sighed. "You are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

A smile spread across my face as I wiped the crimson lipstick stain from his lips with my thumb. "Now why would I want you dead?"

He stood there in silence, admiring my features as if I was the most precious masterpiece he had laid his eyes on. When he lowered his gaze and looked at the fading yellowish-brown patches and slightly purple discoloration on my skin, anger was quick to fill him.

Bringing my hands to his face, I pressed my lips to his softly. "It doesn't hurt anymore. You don't have to worry," I reassured him with another kiss.

He tried to push away the vexation from his features, but a deep frown remained. "Come with me."

          He took my hand in his rough ones and ushered me down different, big hallways until we came down to one where massive double doors stood majestically at the end.

          "Is that the throne room?" I recalled when Evelina had given me a quick tour with Ashton, but this particular room was closed.

          Leo smiled down at me. "Would you like to see it?"

          "I will break down the doors if I don't get to see it today."

          Leo chuckled and pecked my cheek. While I admired the impressive height of the doors that towered over me, Leo placed his palm on the scanner beside them until it flashed green and clicked.

          "Close your eyes," Leo commanded and I did without a second thought.

          The sound of the doors opening rattled against my eardrums, but I didn't peek despite the clawing urge in me to do just that. I waited for Leo to instruct me, but instead of his words, his hands found mine and guided me forward.

          The air from the doors closing swept against my back and caused the hair on my body to strain against my skin. Leo abandoned my hands and hugged me from behind.

          "You can open them now," he whispered into my ear.

          When my lids fluttered open, my mouth parted in awe of the grandiosity that encircled me. The chills prickled through my skin tenfold.

          "Wow," I gasped, my voice echoing off the majestic walls.

          White marble floors, like the rest of the castle, spread out before me the size of three-quarters of a football field in length and half of it in width. Intricate designs of black spiral motifs spread out like fire from the middle of the large hall through the marble floors and wrapped around all ten columns like vines. Five on either side, the pillars stood approximately thirty feet tall from my guess, but they were only holding up a balcony with a gold railing that wrapped around. The actual ceiling craned my neck all the way back which was supported by more columns from the balcony. Different weapons were mounted on each column, but I couldn't focus because there was too much to see.

          Leo's hold loosened on me and allowed me to walk and bask in the glory of this grand hall.

          Fresco artwork surrounded numerous chandeliers that illuminated the beauty of the throne hall. A glass dome added natural light that wasn't enough due to the fairly cloudy weather outside, but the magnificence of the place baffled me.

          "The built is inspired by the chapel in Palace of Versailles. One of the former kings was intrigued by it and had it made ages ago. Of course, I made my own changes to this hall."

          I assumed the touch of black in the room was his idea. He did enjoy that color a lot. But I couldn't seem to focus on it.

My awestruck eyes finally peered straight ahead as I mindlessly walked forward like a moth lured to a flame. The entire back end of the hall was raised upon a marbled platform that had a few steps leading to it. Four to be precise. If my knowledge from movies about royalty and history books about them was correct, I was pretty sure the raised platform was called a dais. But there it was.

The throne.

          "Come." Leo grabbed my hand and pulled me forward toward the dais. The closer we got, the more I could see the details on the throne and feel the striking opulence of it.

Immersed in black, the seat of the king cast a daunting shadow in the large hall. Its presence was prominent. Even if the room were to be filled with thousands of people, the throne would be hard to miss for it would demand everyone's attention with its menacing and giant presence.

          It radiated a sense of darkness, one that seeped into the hearts of poor souls and violated them.

          Carved around the top of the seat were scaly bodies entangled with one another like a snake or a dragon that lead to the middle from both sides. From the right side, the slithering body transformed into the large head of a roaring lion whose mane spread out like fire all around while from the left came an equally roaring lioness. Their canines from each side held up a glistening gold crown that was almost blinding. From their mouths dripped gold that made me inhale a little more air than needed.

The backrest of the seat seemed to have been clawed as if it had actual lions tear into the cushion, but it was a part of the design. Indented metal marks made to mimic the assault of claws by predators with gold running between and around them.

          It exuded ominous energy that I feared touching it would unleash sin within me and I would relish in it unabashed.

          Something caught my eye at the front of the armrests. On the right one was the head of an angry lion and on the left was its female counterpart—a lioness. Both roaring like the ones holding the crown at the top. The carving of them through the black was exceptionally realistic that it sent a chill up my spine. Blood dripped from their mouth, but it was coated in gold, too.

          "Is that actual gold?" I mumbled to myself.

          "It is," Leo answered.

          "Actual drops of gold only to mimic blood?"

          Leo chuckled. "Yes."

          Of course! He had enough money to spend millions on this.

          While the entire throne seemed to be of a metal substance, hard and domineering, I was glad to see that the actual seat had a black velvet cushion to sit on. It was big enough to seat two. Among the claw marks on the backrest were words engraved that left me puzzled.

          "Oderint dum metuant." The words rolled off Leo's tongue effortlessly and boomed with an echo. "It means, 'Let them hate so long as they fear'. It's Latin. It had ties to Caligula, a tyrant emperor from Ancient Rome."

          "How tyrannical, indeed!" I remarked and looked at Leo with narrowed eyes. "Planning on following a tyrant's footsteps?"

          "I'm feared by all, but I've earned the respect of those under me." A small, smug smirk played on Leo's face as he brushed my hair from my face. "The ones that hate me, they fear me the most because they conceal themselves in the shadows and shoot their shots like cowards."

          I hummed against his caressing hand and unconsciously neared him, craving more of his gentle touch. To think he was a brute for the world but the sweetest man for me instilled joy deep within my soul. Words would do no justice to my undying love for him.

Before I could lose myself in him already, I looked behind the throne at the two pedestals, one with a crown and the other empty. Leo noticed. Grabbing my hand, he took me toward it.

"That's mine," Leo informed, pointing at the gold crown.

          An actual crown. A real crown that wasn't a figment of my imagination. Lights glared off its shiny, golden coat. It was undeniably real. Definitely worth a king's attention.

          But my eyes went to the empty pedestal beside it. "What's supposed to be there?"

          "The queen's crown," he answered, brushing my hair aside once again. I could feel his gaze blaze into me, but I chose not to comment just yet.

          "Then where is Verona's crown?" I looked at him with a raised brow.

          Leo huffed and slid his hands into the pockets of his tailored pants. "Nonna had it destroyed without my knowledge while I was mourning." He swallowed hard then elaborated. "Verona, Wren, and our son."

          My heart sunk a little. Although the losses would forever burn through the scars on our souls, they would never weaken us. It had hardened and strengthened us for this life.

          Wrapping my arms around Leo's taut torso, I nuzzled my face into his chest and breathed him in. His strong arms blanketed me tighter into a protective embrace, his lips pressing softly against the top of my head.

          "You know," I tilted my head up to look at him, "I've never beaten an old lady in my life, but I have a very strong urge to give your bitch of a nonna a very Queens-style ass-whooping. If that offends you, you're not getting an apology, Mr. Pepperoni."

          Leo let out a small chuckle and only squeezed me tighter against him. A hint of ache ignited, but allowing it to surface would mean Leo recoiling from me completely and I couldn't allow it.

          "I'll let you do the honors. It's only fair if the soon-to-be queen eliminates the old one. Quite poetic, if you ask me."

          "Soon-to-be queen, huh?" I mused in thought, unable to stop the smile from making its way onto the surface. "Is that so?"

          "There hasn't been a queen sitting on the throne in almost twenty years now."

          I cocked a brow. "What about Verona?"

          Leo sighed, his brows slightly furrowing. "She always said she didn't want it. She only did it to legitimize Lucian as the crown prince and the heir to my throne. The moment she sentenced Nonna to the dungeons, she removed the crown. She never sat on the throne either, so it has never seen a queen since I commissioned when I came into power. There's more that goes into it after the actual coronation in front of noblemen and witnesses, but the process was rushed for Lucian's sake and Nonna was pushing it for her own agenda that didn't work out in her favor. Before the other ceremonies could take place to properly assert Verona as the new queen, she killed herself, so there goes that."

          "Would that affect Lucian's title?"

          Leo stiffened a little. "No one has voiced their protest as of yet. Nonna could but she's dead for the world now. Zio Raff and Zietta don't care for the throne. And Zio Omer, well, he's in his own world. If anyone from the titled families of the nobility chooses to oppose, I will tear their throat out."

          I huffed. "Why is it so complicated?"

          "Simplicity is tedious," he remarked.

          "Of course it is, considering your gold crown, the gilded blood, the opulence of this massive throne room. And this damn castle."

          He smirked. "Don't worry about the gold crown. I will be destroying it."

          "What? Why?"

          "I was Nonna's prodigy once. She crowned me with ill intentions. She didn't like it when I strayed from under her wing." Again, his finger found my strands and cast them aside slowly. "I'm not the man she had almost molded me into. I created my own path and I shall lead through it. I should've destroyed that menace a long time ago, but I suppose it's fitting that I make a new one with yours."

          I couldn't help but smile up at him. "With mine?"

          "A crown fit for mia regina." He leaned down to my ear and pressed his lips to the outer ridge. "Per la mia leonessa (For my lioness)."

          He spoke further in Italian, but I didn't try to make sense of it because of his breath against my sensitive skin and the vibrations from his deep voice that seeped into me. I leaned into him, begging him for more than just whispers. My body was crawling toward life yet weakening at the same time.

          "Would you like to touch it?" he asked in a husky, heavy tone.

          My heart quickened its pace by a fraction at his question. I nodded mutely against his neck since his mouth was still by my ear. Attempting to even my strained breaths became a struggle. The tip of his tongue traced the outer edge of my ear causing all my nerves to swell with excitement.

          Leo pulled away and took a couple of steps back. "Go on then."

          I was suddenly nervous yet giddy with anticipation. As I took a step toward him, he nodded toward the pedestals.

"The crown, darling."

What? I looked at the crown, then back at Leo who had a mischievous smirk on his face. Asshole! I glowered and he only shrugged innocently in return.

"Why the glare?" He tilted his head smugly. "What did you think I meant?"

I rolled my eyes. "You know exactly what."

A laugh rumbled deep in his chest. It was so unrestrained and pleasant, too innocent that I couldn't even stay mad at him.

"Asshole," I remarked but my glower turned into a smile soon enough.

I sauntered over to the pedestals nonchalantly, but the same sense of leisure didn't settle in my jittery nerves. My palms were sweaty at the prospect of touching a crown.

Not once in my life I would've ever imagined standing in a castle or even being in the presence of a king, let alone having him be in love with me.

Leo's hand raked through my hair and swiped it to the side. His breath on my neck from behind sent a chill up my spine quickly.

"Everything that is mine is yours, my love," Leo declared, his hands tracing my arms until he reached my hands and guided them toward the crown to touch it. The cold of the gold made my fingers twitch. "Except you. You're all mine and mine alone. I will let no bastard have you. Ever."

He left a lingering kiss on my cheek and stepped back, urging me to pick up his crown. It almost slipped out of my hands when I did.

"Wasn't expecting it to be heavy."

"Heavy is also the head that wears the crown," he claimed.

I smiled up at my man who returned me with one of his own that caused those beautiful dents in his cheeks. I had realized I was smiling too much, but I didn't mind it one bit. I flourished in every second of it.

Leo bunched up his pants a little and went down on one knee for me. Although surprised and taken aback, I knew exactly what to do. With his head bowed before me, I slowly placed the crown on Leo's head and grinned at the sight. As he rose to his full height once again, I was left in complete and utter awe of the man. The king. So beautifully majestic and irrevocably mine. Not only did my heart skip beats, but it also seemed as though those beats found their way to a particular spot several inches below. That crown was working wonders on my exhilarated nerves.

"Wow, you really are a king," I muttered mindlessly.

He chuckled softly. "What gave it away?"

          Biting my lip, I lowered my gaze and flared the ends of my dress, giving a curtsy. "Mio Re."

          He offered me a smile to melt for. Gosh, anyone would become a puddle for this man and the power he held in a single look.

Leo blinked slowly then bowed his head. "Mia Regina."

My smile grew astronomically wider. Leo immediately fished out his phone from his pocket. He messed around with it for a few seconds, then set it down on the empty pedestal when music began playing. 'Mio Amore' by The Flamingos. The song sent a pang of nostalgia through me. I had found comfort in it during our years of separation.

          "Would you honor me with a dance?" he asked, a glint of hope in his eyes.

          "How can I deny the king's request?"

          The moment I laid my hand in his, he pulled me close to his body while my other hand found its place on his strong shoulder and his traveled to the small of my back. Slowly, we began moving.

Take my lips and kiss them.

The music formed into words. Leo followed them and placed a gentle kiss upon my lips. He pinned his forehead to mine and swayed me with him.

"I am yours, my love," he began singing for me, and well, I almost came undone. "Till the end of time," he dragged out the word as they did in the song and managed to set my insides ablaze.

What couldn't this man do?

I giggled as he twirled me on a finger and pulled me back to him once again masterfully. Turning me around slowly, his arms blanketed around my waist from behind, molding perfectly with my body.

"Oh, my love. Oh, my love," he continued serenading me, his voice and hot breath by my neck sending shivers up and down my spine. I was almost breathless with just that. "Our love was meant to be."

He twisted me back around to face him. With a hand firmly on my back, he used the other to caress my face. "Oh, my love." He neared my lips. "Oh, my love."

"You were meant for me," we both sung in unison with smiles and happiness too colossal to contain.

Our lips finally collided in a sheer force of emotions that burst inside us. I pulled him closer by the lapels of his suit jacket and pressed my body completely to his. Our tongues found each other's and danced as we had only moments ago. I was gradually losing myself in him when he slowly broke apart.

          "Please," I mewled, trying to have his lips back on mine, but he had already made his decision.

His expression was pained, his eyes reflecting lust yet hesitation. "You're still recovering, my love."

With a kiss upon my cheek, he turned around and began walking toward the pedestals.

"Oh, my fuck!" I groaned in sheer frustration with the man. The next words that spilled from my mouth were beyond my control. "I got more action from Athena."

Leo stopped in his tracks, his back still toward me, but it grew stiff.

          Good job, Arie!

          "What did you say?" His voice was low, the dominion in it electrifying.

          A sudden wave of nervousness washed over me. "Uh—I'm kidding?"

Turning around, with his brows pinched together, his scorching gaze burned into me. "No, you're not."

Oh, fuck it!

"You're right. I'm not." I closed the distance between us and peered up at him. "We had to fool an idiot in order to not get shot and retrieve what we wanted."

"Athena's idea," he stated as if he already knew the shit she got up to.

          "We kissed against the wall and on a bed." I sucked on his lower lip and let go with a bite at the end. "With tongue and all."

I grabbed his hand and slowly brought it up to my chest. "She sucked on my nipple." I squeezed his hand around my left breast. "This one to be exact." The quickened breaths of mine began mingling with his. "And she touched me."

I guided his other hand under my dress and right between my legs. His brow quirked up to find me panty-less. I sighed in pleasure when his finger touched my eager bundle of nerves.

"Right here," I cooed, sliding his fingers further down and between my folds to touch the slickness before I quickly pulled his hand away. "But you don't want it, right?"

          The light from the bright chandeliers reflected off the juices on his fingers. His eyes were hooded and darkened with unrelenting desire, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.

          I bobbed another curtsy and peered at him through my lashes like an innocent little girl. "If you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to my room and cater to my own needs personally."

          As I turned to leave, he grappled the hem of my dress and yanked me back to him, forcing a surprised gasp to escape. My back crashed into his hard torso. His hand tangled in my hair as he tilted my head back and up to look at him. Slickened with my juices, he rubbed those wet fingers together.

          "I see that Athena has rubbed off on you quite literally with her conniving antics." He clicked his tongue in a disapproving manner. "I will have a word with her and teach her to not touch what's mine."

          He sucked his fingers into his mouth and groaned. His chest vibrated against my back and weakened my knees at the sight.

          "And you need to be taught that you belong to the king."

          With a swift motion of his arm, his hand found its place between my folds and plunged in two fingers. I whimpered, finally being awarded with his skills of setting fire to the depths of my body no one could ever reach.

          "Leo," I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of my pussy.

          "I need you to stop me before I hurt you," he gritted against the side of my head, still holding onto his control. "I need you to stop me now."

          "Don't stop," I breathed out, my chest heaving at the building sensation at the pit of my stomach. "Please."

          He let out a low growl from deep within his chest and added a third finger into the mix to fuck me.

          "Yes," I cried out my sexual rapture that only seemed to encourage him.

          "Did you think of me when she touched you?" he asked the question in a low voice that carried a hint of anger.

          "I-I imagined you. Your fingers. Your mouth on me." His ministrations down low had me panting and inching closer to a sweet release. "I missed you so fucking much."

          "The red on you drove me mad." He bit my neck then sucked onto my tender flesh. "The blood, the hair, the dress on you that day. All of it tested my control." His fingers curled inside me masterfully. "I had to stop myself from tearing your clothes right in the middle of that hall and fucking you senseless right in front of Hera."

          "It's just us now. I've been dying for you to take me. I'm all yours, baby."

          "You fucking are," he seethed. His hand in my hair abandoned it and snaked under my dress through the top of it. He grabbed my breast and kneaded it almost painfully, but it only worked to fuel my pleasure even more. "You are mine. Your body is mine. Your lips are mine to kiss. Your mouth is mine to fuck. Your sweet, tight pussy is made for my cock. Your ass is mine too. All mine. Even your soul. Do I make myself also-fucking-lutely clear?"

          Reaching behind my back, I squeezed my hand between our tightly-woven bodies and aimed for his erection that twitched and grew beneath my touch.

          "As long as all of you is mine," I propositioned as if we were striking a deal, but we both were well aware that it was already true. All of me was his and all of his was mine. There was no denying.

          "Then I believe we are in agreement."

          As I massaged his dick through his pants, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and lapped my clit with my juices. His large, rough hand continued squeezing my breast while the other began massaging my clit. That's when I was beginning to fall apart.

          "Let your screams echo," he ordered like a beast. "Cum."

          His fingers rubbed feverishly over my most abundantly sensitive bundle of nerves and I began convulsing.

          "Oh, my God! Oh, Go—"

          "That's not the name," Leo growled, plunging his fingers back into my entrance and tipping the domino to my undoing.

          "Leo," I cried out his name as my orgasm wrecked me entirely.

Pleasure coursed through my body fiercely and left me crippling as if I had been starving at sea for a drop of clean water. Leo happened to be my sweet nectar of life I needed that blossomed within me.

I convulsed against him before my knees gave out, but Leo held me up with his strength.

"Good girl," he praised me. "Now how are you going to please me?"

As I slowly tried to catch my breath, Leo extracted his fingers from my pussy and licked my juices clean off. He brought his mouth down to mine and let me taste myself on his lips.

"Tell me," he demanded.

"I plan to serve the king."

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Yay or nay?

Before you come for me, I AM SORRY! I promise we will get the big sexy in the next! I PROMISE! And I shall keep this promise like Leo!

But but but, what did you think of this chapter?

Why do you think Leo always leaves Arie alone in the bed when she's sleeping?

What did you think of the throne and the throne room?

LEO IN A CROWN! This is the first time Arie has seen it.

Do you think the rushed coronation process of Verona to legitimize Lucian as the heir will deny Lucian his birthright?

And the dance between them 🥺 what did you think about our singing Leo?

Did you miss our romantic Leo? 😭 cuz I did!

And a little taste of what's to come. We will be serving our king.

Thoughts on Leo?

Or Arie?

Luca?

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