To Become King (Book One)

Fourteen: Gangsta

Grace's P.O.V~
"Ah~Ah~Ah~Ah~" I gasped and moaned as he fucked me against the wall. He held my hands above me with his left hand and gripped my throat with his right hand. His grunts and groans only made the feeling better. His deep voice echoing in my ear made my body yearn for him. The noises he made and the feelings he gave me, everything he did during sex made me feel . . . alive. He pressed his chest against mine. He looked down at me and pressed his forehead against mine as I arched my back to push my breasts against him. Our eyes locked and he kept his lips inches away from my on mouth, his hot breath hitting my face in sync with his thrusts.

I could feel him so deep inside of me I thought I would break. He used all of his strength when he fucked me, sometimes it hurt because he was so rough, but I found myself liking the pain, just as much as he liked inflicting it. In sex, there was no doubt that we were a perfect match. In personalities, we were complete opposites. Yet, I loved this man.

He moved his right hand from my throat and smacked my ass as hard as he could, making me yelp. He smirked and did it again, letting out a deep growl. He then gripped my neck again and started pounding me faster and faster, until he groaned and I almost screamed in ecstacy as we hit our climax.

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I was changing when he walked back out from the bathroom. I had just finished putting on my white lace underwear when I noticed him. He only wore his towel around his waist. The water still dripping from his hair and down his chest made me blush and I quickly looked away. He didn't seem to notice that I looked at him at all, but I did feel his eyes on me as I slipped on my jeans. After I slipped on a coral-colored t-shirt, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye.

He finished zipping and buttoning his black jeans when he glanced at me, giving me a smirk when he noticed that I was looking at him. I blushed again and grabbed my glasses from the nightstand before putting them on.

"We need to talk about all of this." I said, breaking the silence as he slipped on his usual black shirt over his toned upper body.

"There's nothing to talk about, Kitten," he sighed. "We're getting married. I'll become King. End of Story. You told me you loved me anyway. Is it really so bad if you become my wife?"

"You don't love me, Knight." I told him in a monotone voice.

"The marriage is for power. Why does it matter how I feel about you?" He replied. I could tell that he was getting more irritated at this point, but so was I. He put on his dog tags and his watch while I neared him.

"Because I don't want to marry someone who doesn't give two shits about me! That's why!" I retorted. He groaned, like what I was wanting was meaningless or a chore. "Let's face it. I may love you, but all you care about is what benefits you. None of this benefits me."

"Yes, it does." He argued.

"How? By being stuck in a loveless marriage with a power-hungry man?"

"You will have protection for the rest of your life. No more running, no more hiding or having to worry about your well-being. No one will ever hurt you again." He explained.

"Not physically at least." I commented, referring to his emotional abuse. I was about to walk away when he gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"You know damn well, I've been a hell of a lot nicer to you than when we first met." He reminded me as he moved his hand to mine and brought it up to his lips to plant a small kiss on it. I gave him a small smile and sighed. "You also haven't heard all of the benefits, Kitten."

"Ugh," I pulled my hand away from him, "like what?"

"When you marry me, you become Queen. You never have to worry about money again and I don't break promises. Marriage is a promise. You'll have my undying loyalty and we'll belong to each other." He told me, leaning in closer to me with a smirk on his face, as if he had a secret.