Rise of a Queen (Kingdom Duet 2)
I empty inside her with a grunt, my seed filling her pussy and dripping between her thighs.
A wave of possessiveness hits me at the way she continues clenching around me, milking me until there’s nothing left.
She’s mine.
Fucking mine.
And always will be.
I’ll keep owning her until I put a fucking baby inside her.
In the past, Aiden was the only offspring I needed, but now, I’m chaining Aurora to me, and if a baby is what it’ll take, then that’s what it will be.
22
Aurora
“I’m not bored at all, mate. I get to be with Daddy.”
I laugh at Layla’s tone. She almost sounds offended that I suggested she might be bored out of her mind at Ethan’s place. Since it’s been more than a week, I’m starting to get restless, so I thought she might feel the same.
“Besides, there’s also Agnus,” she whispers. “And he’s, like, totally Daddy material, too. I’m going to collect them all.”
“You need help, Lay.”
“Shut up. You’ve got your Daddy-in-practice.”
“I do not.” My cheeks heat as I say the words. Jonathan is sitting on the sofa opposite me, and even though his attention is on the tablet, I have no doubt that he’s also focused on the conversation.
There’s no way in shit I can ask Layla about the state of things in England. He won’t hesitate to snatch the phone away and end the call.
He’s a tyrant about that — amongst other things.
I tuck my hair behind my ears. “So is everything else good? Are you comfortable?”
“Absolutely. This is like a holiday and Daddy’s mansion is the best.”
“It is?”
“Totally. He’s taking good care of us.”
“I’m so glad. Thank Ethan on my behalf.”
“He’s right outside. Do you want to talk to him?”
“Yeah, sure.” I’ve barely finished the sentence when Jonathan stands up and towers over me, extending his hand.
I sigh, glaring up at him. “On second thought, I’ll thank him in person, Lay. Talk to you later.”
As soon as I hang up, I shove the phone into Jonathan’s hand, seething on the inside.
He tucks it in his pocket and sits beside me, still cradling his tablet. “You will not thank Ethan, on the phone or in person. The next time you see him, you’ll walk the opposite way.”
And just like that, he returns to his tablet. Now that he’s issued his order, his job is done.
Well, screw him.
I take a few moments to suck in deep breaths, because if I speak while agitated, it’ll just backfire on me. Jonathan’s level of conniving intelligence doesn’t hesitate to use people’s emotions against them.