Which would make me her king.
I moved on top of her and separated her thighs with my knees.
She slowly began to stir, sighing quietly without opening her eyes. Her hands moved to my arms, and she adjusted herself automatically like she did every other morning, even when she was still asleep.
I shoved myself inside her and moaned when I felt her warm pussy.
She opened her heavy-lidded eyes and looked into my face as I rocked her. Her tits shook with every thrust, and when she moaned, the sound caught in her throat because her voice was raspy from sleeping all night.
She pressed one hand against the wooden headboard and used it to rock back into me, her tits jiggling even more.
She could call herself a prisoner, but it was obvious she wasn’t doing this out of obligation—not anymore. She loved the sensations our bodies produced when they were joined together. She loved getting fucked as much as I loved fucking her.
I had work to do, so I made it a quickie, swiftly getting her off so I could follow right behind her. I deposited more come inside her, adding to my earlier deposit from the night before. I didn’t want this woman to take a single step without it overflowing between her legs and onto the floor.
I pulled out of her then got ready for the work, knowing she would go back to sleep the second she was satisfied. We had an unspoken schedule now. We fucked the first thing in the morning and right when I got home from work. Then we had a few rounds after dinner. It was nice to have good sex without much talking. I didn’t need to buy her dinner or tell her how beautiful she was. All I had to do was drop my pants, and she knew it was time to fuck.
It was a nice setup.
I had just poured myself a cup of coffee when Pearl called.
“What?” I barked into the phone.
“I know Italy and America are different, but you’re supposed to say hello first. You know, be polite.”
I drank my coffee and looked out the window. “What?” I repeated like a smartass.
Pearl knew she wouldn’t get a different answer from me. “Can you guys come by? Crow and I want to talk about how we’re going to help Adelina.”
I was tired of having this conversation with Pearl. “We already established there was nothing we could do for her.”
“But now we’re wondering if we can help her friend Lizzie. So just come over here.”
“I have work.”
“Cane, get your ass over here, or I’ll make you.” She hung up.
Adelina walked into the room a moment later with her hair pulled into a loose bun. She wore one of my work-out t-shirts and skipped the pants altogether. Her long legs were on display, and they were toned and perfect. She poured herself a cup of coffee. “Were you talking to Pearl?”
“Whom I speak to is none of your concern.” I didn’t like being questioned by anyone, even her.
She added a dash of sugar before she looked up at me. “It is my concern when you’re talking about me.” She added the cream then returned the carton to the fridge. “So just answer the question.”
My eyes narrowed at her attitude, and my arousal spiked. “I’m going to Crow’s. Apparently, Pearl wants to discuss your friend Lizzie. I’d just go to work instead, but I know that brat will follow me there.”
She was about to sip her coffee when she thought otherwise. “When are we leaving?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m leaving right now. You’re staying here.”
“Why am I staying back?” she asked. “This conversation is entirely about me.”
“Because you have no new info to offer. So, stay put.”
Her eyes burned in agitation when she didn’t get her way. “I’m not staying here, Cane. I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.”
“Since when did you start assuming you have any kind of power in this house?”
“I’ve always had the power of choice—which you’ve given me.” She took a long drink of her coffee before she headed out of the kitchen. “Just give me a few minutes to brush my teeth and change.”
“Maybe I’ll just leave without you.” I didn’t know where my hostility was coming from. Maybe it was because she had more power over me than I would like to admit. I told her I would never hurt her, and I wasn’t sure why I said it at all. My cock was obsessed with her pussy, and she made me think about sex around the clock. I didn’t like all these changes I was experiencing. I began to feel helpless, to feel inferior to this beautiful woman.
“And maybe I’ll just take one of your cars and meet you there.”
We pulled into the driveway and parked our car along the curb. The valet knew not to touch my ride, so I left it in the gravel and headed to the front door. Without thinking twice about it, I grabbed Adelina’s hand.