I'm perched on the edge of our overly king-sized bed, anticipating the arrival of the Leccaculo.

It feels like I haven't seen him in months. He often comes after I've fallen asleep and departs before I wake up.

Since that terrible night when he sought to claim me without my consent, the same routine has played out. I wish to forget about that horrible night. I'm doing my best to forgive him since I know what he did for me.

After a month of isolation in that forest-safe house, I reconsidered giving us a shot.

I'm not sure if this is a sensible decision or the worst miscalculation of my life.

But the truth is that I can't resist him any more.

It's almost 2:45 p.m., and he's nowhere to be found. Where could he possibly be? No matter what, he never stays out for the night without informing me. Whether we're on speaking terms or not,.

The clock is ticking, and my heart is racing with each second that passes. Azz, where are you? I decided to call his cane (dog) and was about to pick up my phone when I heard the latch on my room door click.

I turned to face him. His shoulders were slouched, and his attention was fixed on the door, trying to lock it without making a sound and only if he knew I was wide awake.

He was looking tired, but when his tiered gaze landed on me, he creased his brows and asked, surprised, "You are still awake?"

"Yeah, I was waiting for you." I replied while getting up on my feet.

I was taking slow steps towards him, and there was a mischievous glint on his sinner lips after looking me into those pieces of stupid nightwear that he had filled my wardrobe with. Since the day I married him. I was only wearing his shirts at night to avenge him for keeping such clothes for me. So I was on the mission of destroying his shirts.

He is observing my every step like a predator while he is rooted in his place, and I am now standing an inch away from him.

His eyes are undressing me shamelessly, and I am damn sure he has already started fucking me in his mind into every possible fucking position.

I made a circle around him while saying this, and his hawk-like gaze was following my every move.

"You always say that I am your queen." And stopped right in front of him.

"Do you have any doubt about that?" He questioned me arrogantly.

"Then lower your gaze. No one has the right to look at the Aurelius Queen. Not even you if until I gave you permission. I haven't forgiven you yet for what you did last time, when we were facing each other in this room." I replied bluntly, and he lowered his gaze quietly.

"What can I do to earn your forgiveness?" He asked while looking at the ground.

"Undress." I ordered, and without even lifting his gaze, he threw his coat on the floor that he was holding around his arm. Then he took off his shoes, with his feet and his thick fingers rolling over the buckle of his belt. Within a blink, his shoes and belt were on the floor beside his coat jacket. Then slowly and sensually, in rhythm, his fingers danced to undo his shirt buttons. I gulped the desire that started building up after looking at his toned Greek-God-like body when his shirt met his coat on the floor.

I bit my lower lip when he slid down his trousers, and now only one piece of cloth is left on his sexy self, and that shameless pervert took that off to complete my command.

Fuck! This horny bastard is already hard.

Then I pushed my limits even more and ordered him to do what no one could even think of in their dreams or imagine as their worst nightmare.

"Kneel!"

And what surprised me is that without even moving his gaze from the ground, he kneeled in front of me.

I turned from there, but his gaze didn't lift even for a nanosecond. I pulled up a chair and kept it right in front of him. I sat on it, brought my left toe to his lips, and demanded, "Look at me."

He finally lifted his gaze and met mine.

"Kiss it." I smirked, and without wasting a second, he followed my order and closed his eyes while kissing my toe with so much admiration, as if worshiping me.

"Don't close them. Look at me in my eyes." I said, and he opened his eyes and again gave me a long, lingering kiss on my toe. "Don't stop!" I breathed out, and he kept kissing my foot and ankle without breaking our eye contact.

"Buon compleanno, Cazzo." I giggled, wishing him a happy birthday.

A velvety, penty-soaking chuckle echoed along with my giggles, and he asked in his thick Italian accent, which made my knees go weak when I heard him for the first time on our blind date.

"What did you get me for my birthday present, Moya Koroleva?" He asked, and I took a shaky breath before saying what he had been dying to hear.

''Myself." I whispered, and his gaze turned darker in lust. "Do not stop or show any mercy, and make me yours until I forget myself and just keep screaming your name, Leccaculo."

The moment these words left my mouth, he moved at the speed of a cheetah, and the next moment we landed on the bed. I am under him, and his hand is clutching around my throat, not too harsh or too gentle. It was enough to choke me in the world of pleasure, and he growled near my lips.

"You are already mine, Moya Koroleva." And his lips claimed mine.