Her eyes welled up with huge tears. I wanted to reach out and comfort her, but for what? For being honest and for telling her how much she means to me? Fuck no. One single tear slipped from her eye and fell to her cheek where it slid down ever so slowly.
“I don’t want you to think I don’t want you or care about you because I do. I know why you killed John. I understand it was needed on your part, but it’s going to be hard for me to forget it. It doesn’t matter how evil someone is. If you loved them even the tiniest bit, you'd always remember the love, above all else.” I understood what she meant. It was similar to how she felt about me. She could always remember the good things I had done over the bad. Even when the bad outweighed the good by a million. She had a heart of gold while I had a cold, dark one.
“It just seemed like…” I said ashamedly. I had never worked through such emotions.
“Look at me, Zerro….” she said cupping my cheek to turn my face into hers. I didn’t resist her touch. “I want to be with you, I want to find out answers, too. We’re a team. We can do this together.”
“Is this your way of saying you thought everything through? I’m really sorry…” I pleaded. I hated feeling lower than dirt. I had never felt this way before.
“I’m okay. I’m not great or fabulous, but I’m capable of moving from what happened.”
I smiled, unable to hide the happiness. “I bet you I can make you feel great, maybe even fabulous?” I teased wiggling my eyebrows at her. One time, two times... hell, a million fucking times would never be enough for me. She had me wrapped around her finger and every inch of me called to her. She simply smiled, which caused my heart rate to accelerate…
“Shouldn’t you be devising some insane, off the wall, guns a blazing attack plan?” Her teeth sank into her full, pale pink lips, and I was more than ready to lose all my clothes and attack her like an animal.
Tugging at my shirt, I smiled. “Gun’s a blazing sounds fun, but fucking you until you can’t walk or talk sounds better, doesn’t it?” I growled. With my shirt off, I started to tug on my pants but was stopped by two small hands.
“Let me,” she said pulling at the button on my jeans. Her smile was a killer, making my already hard cock harder—if that were even fucking possible. Loosening the button, I watched her pull the sides of my pants down.
“Commando, huh?” She laughed as her brown eyes twinkled in the light. She was beautiful and far too fucking smart of a woman then to be caught up with me. Shimmying out of my pants, I bent down to lay claim on her. I wanted her lips, her panting breaths, and her skin against mine until the sun came up.
“What can I say? I’m always ready for you,” I teased. My teeth nipped at her bottom lip. Her eyes turned to molten lava in an instant. I had the same effect on her she had on me.
“I missed you so bad…” I practically panted as my hands drifted under her shirt. I was a thirsty man. It felt as if I hadn’t had a drink from her beauty in months. I was starved.
Her lips found mine, devouring the very small amount of space separating us. Her urgency turned into mine, and in a matter of seconds, I had pulled her shirt off and moved us to a sitting position. She was straddling me and I was ready for her.
“Are you ready for me, Mr. King?” she asked as one of her fingers reached out tracing over my bottom lip. The temptation to reach out and bite her was strong, but I wanted to go easy on her. I wanted to give her the control.
Looking down, my eyes glided over her body. Her full tits were on display for me, and I couldn’t stop myself from palming them.
“I’ve missed this, you… all of it…” She seemed to purr as she arched into my touch.
“I bet you have, baby,” I said, moving one hand from her tit to between her legs. One stroke of my finger told me she was soaked for me. My Piccolo was a very dirty girl.
“You’re ready for me already?” I asked, laying hot kisses against her chest and neck. She pushed her dark locks to the side to give me more access, and it was then I saw the bruises on her shoulder. They were small and insignificant to the naked eye, but to the King, they were anything but.
“Who did this to you?” I asked anger filling my voice. Her expression turned from lust to confusion in mere seconds as she looked down to see what I was talking about. Fear rooted itself deep in my belly. Was she only telling me a half truth?
“I… I don’t know where those came from, Zerro…” Her eyes pleaded with me to understand, and looking up at her, I knew she was telling me the truth. She wasn’t sure how she had been bruised. Had I done that to her? It could very well be possible?