23. Kingston
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
KINGSTON
NOW
Iknew getting Chloe to agree to marry me would be an uphill battle, but I’m growing more and more impatient by the day.
When she walked out of my bedroom this morning telling me in no uncertain terms that she would not be marrying me, I was as impressed by her strength as I was irritated.
I’ve built an entire empire for her, a life where she can be safe and happy, and she can have anything her heart desires, and yet she still says no to me?
I drag my hand down my face and flick between camera feeds.
She’s been restless this morning, likely for the same reason I am, pacing from room to room, searching for something to occupy her mind.
I’m fortunate that my obsession with her is so strong I always have something to do when she’s in this house because there isn’t an inch of the place that isn’t covered in cameras.
There are a million things I should be doing, but after living without her for so many years, I can’t tear my eyes off the screen.
I had eyes on her as often as I could over the years, but unsurprisingly, John De Marco didn’t approve of me installing surveillance equipment throughout his home.
Chloe moves through her bedroom, pacing back and forth for a few minutes before stepping into the bathroom.
I flick to one of the most questionable feeds before I can talk myself out of it.
The part of me that wants to give her privacy wars with the part that can’t bear to have my eyes off her.
I watch as she strips out of the lounge set I had my hands on just hours ago, and I long to touch every inch of soft skin she uncovers.
Tearing my hands from her this morning was almost impossible, but it was necessary.
If she won’t agree to marry me on her own, I’m going to have to get creative.
As if she knows where the camera is, I only get a look at her back before she disappears behind the shower screen.
If I were a good man, this is the moment I would turn the feed off and get on with my day, but her silhouette among the steam is enough to keep my eyes glued to the screen.
Rearranging my hard cock, I thank my forethought for not bothering to change out of my sweatpants after Chloe stormed out of my bedroom.
Our bedroom.
She won’t be sleeping in the room she’s come to think of as hers for another night, and I’ll be waking her up at the edge of an orgasm I have no intentions of giving her until she agrees to marry me.
Is it fair?
Fuck no.
But I’ll do what I have to do to keep her.
Chloe will be my wife, and the sooner she accepts that, the sooner we can start our life together.
Soon she’ll see there’s no sense fighting fate.
Steam fills the bathroom, obstructing my view further, but I’m no less turned on by the show she doesn’t realize she’s putting on for me.
Her hands glide over her soft curves, her nipples peaked each time she steps out of the water for a moment, and this time when I rearrange my cock, I give it a rough squeeze to relieve some of the pressure building in my balls.
Not that it helps.
I have a feeling they won’t stop aching until I’m inside her pretty pussy.
Chloe’s hand ghosts down her body, pausing between her legs.
I lean closer to the screen, a chuckle climbing up the back of my throat.
Oh, she’s feeling bold this morning.
I flick the sound on, something I hadn’t bothered to do before, knowing I would hear little else than water hitting tiles.
A soft moan meets my ear, and I shove myself out of my seat.
I meant it when I said she wouldn’t be coming until she had my ring on her finger, and that includes at her own hand.
I close the distance between my office and her bedroom, stepping into the steamy bathroom without hesitation.
Stripping out of my clothes quietly, I can’t help but watch as her hand moves between her thighs, her silhouette almost as erotic as watching the show front on.
She hasn’t noticed me yet, and I can’t help but smirk at how she’s let her walls down since she came here.
As hard as she fights her need to give in to me, her body and mind trust me. They know she’s safe here, safe with me, and that’s already a win.
Once I’m naked, I step into the open end of the shower, not pausing until my body presses to hers and burning hot water falls against me.
Chloe lets out a little squeal of surprise as one of my hands covers hers between her legs, and the other wraps around her throat, holding her in place against me.
“King.” The word is almost lost in the beating of water against tiles.
“Are you being a bad girl, Mama?”
“No.”
“Really? Because I explicitly told you there would be no orgasms until you agreed to marry me, and yet here you are playing with what belongs to me with no ring on your finger.”
I move my fingers over hers, circling her swollen clit far too slowly to get her to the edge but enough to have her trembling against me.
“I know you’re aching for me, baby girl. Wouldn’t it be easier just to say yes?” I murmur against the shell of her ear.
I trail kisses along her exposed shoulder, tightening my grip on her throat to drive her closer to the edge, and I’m rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.
“Do you like being choked, Mama? I knew you were perfect for me, that you could handle my darker tastes.” Dragging my teeth along her soft skin, I nip at the place where her shoulder and throat meet, another soft gasp filling the shower as her hips jerk back against my cock.
I’m so fucking hard I can barely think past the need to sink into one of her holes.
But I waited a decade to have her. I can wait a little longer.
“King, please,” she whines, her hips shifting in time with our fingers.
“Will you marry me?”
She shakes her head, the wet strands falling grazing over my fingers.
“All you have to do is say yes, Chloe. Say yes and I’ll give you the whole fucking world and as many orgasms as you can handle.”
“I can’t,” she whispers.
“Then you clearly don’t need to come that badly, do you, baby girl?”