Sold to the King

by Falcone, Carmen

  “He and my mother have separated, and this time may be for good. He’s out of the picture, really. Moved to Italy. I don’t care much for him.”

  “Good for you,” she said. Hell, hadn’t she wasted a lot of time getting potential adoptive parents at the orphanage to like her? Only to have the social worker explain to her the family she met were looking for a younger child. “Thanks for sharing all this.”

  “It’s easy with you. You’re not from here…you don’t know anything about my country or family. You don’t care.”

  Guilt clogged her throat. There he was, telling his life story thinking she wouldn’t use it against him. She rubbed her neck, fingers trembling. She glanced around, desperate to look anywhere but into the alluring brown of his eyes. What if he wasn’t so bad?

  Did it matter? His personality had nothing to do with the horror her stepmother had endured. Perhaps later, when she’d achieved her goal, she could explain it to him. Her side.

  Nassor held her chin up, giving her no choice but to stare into his eyes. “What are you thinking about?”

  She cleared her throat. Shit. Do something. She slid a leg over his torso, straddling him. His rock-hard body felt stronger than ever. She wrapped her arms around his neck, reveling in the desire flashing in the depths of his irises. “I was thinking…you said I’d climb on your bed out of free will. What happens if I just climb on you instead?”

  “We shall see,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.

  He placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his. She opened her mouth, and he took every bit she offered. Quickly, passion ignited in her core, spreading through her insides—making them sizzle. Burn.

  With a groan, he thrust his fingers into her hair and pulled her to him with a possessiveness that made her squirm against him. They were in a perfect, sinful position, their bodies molding as the apex of her thighs rubbed onto his torso. God, this was…whatever guilt and insecurities had occupied her mind a moment ago, they dissipated from her completely.

  He slipped his hands under the hem of her dress, fondling her legs and then her thighs. She quivered when he cupped her pussy, even through the fabric. The warmth of his strong, large hand seeped through the cotton, driving her wild for more. “Nassor,” she called, urgency lacing her voice.

  Swiftly, he flipped her to the ground and rolled on top of her. Her heart raced in her chest, pounding its way up her throat. He kissed her cheeks, then pushed down her dress, exposing her bra. He pulled the cup down, and her breasts spilled into view, a hot stir tingling behind her engorged nipples.

  He flashed her a beam of approval, then dipped his head and lapped his tongue at her tits. She sucked in her breath, aware of each goose bump rising on her flesh. Without delay, he took her breast in his mouth, sucking it. A rush of arousal raced down her body, settling in between her legs, making her clit throb in anticipation.

  “You’re stunning, Isabela,” he whispered when he switched from one breast to the other.

  He continued licking her nipple with the tip of his tongue, earning more moans from her. When he slipped two fingers inside her panties, she arched toward his hand, needing more.

  Fireflies flew around them, but the thumping of her heart surpassed their buzzing sounds. Growling, he parted her super wet folds with his fingers, taking her to a world much more exotic than the country she was visiting. She thrust her fingers into his hair, caressing his scalp, hoping she’d be a fast learner to give him the incredible sensations he showed her.

  He lowered himself on her body until he faced her sex. She’d seen this kind of thing on HBO before, but to be on the receiving end? Her thighs clenched, but before she closed her legs, he held them, nudging them apart. “I’m about to eat your pussy. Any objections?”

  Lust simmered in her bloodstream. “Not from me,” she said, quicker than the processing of her brain. As long as she sounded smart and not nervous—opening her legs like that in front of him already made her too vulnerable. The most vulnerable she’d ever been in her life.

  He kissed her left thigh, tracing his tongue all the way to her outer lips. She bit the inside of her cheek to suppress a loud moan. Best not to show him how crazy he made her from the get-go.

  Without an ounce of shame, Nassor licked her lips, his fingers teasing them. The second he touched her clit, the bundle of nerves pulsated in response, as if he had the power of claiming a part of her body. A part she never knew was meant to belong—even if temporarily—to a man like him. Strong, powerful and over-the-top sexy.

  “You taste delicious, Izzy. Can’t wait for you to come on my face so I can lick all your sweet cream.”

  A wave of heat filled her cheeks. Did he want to kill her? As if she wasn’t turned on enough…

  He licked her clit, provoking a tingly build in her core. Unable to stay still, she found a rhythm, thrusting forward into his mouth, which only seemed to trigger the caveman in him. Nassor sucked her clit, releasing it only to start again. He worked his fingers in tandem, touching her folds, rubbing them, pinching them until she…

  The pressure rocketed through her, elevating her internal temperature to the max. A powerful force she didn’t know existed pumped into her, contracting for a moment only to release right after. She rode the delightful sensation claiming her, her pulse skittering, limbs trembling. All of her seemed to come undone, as if for the first time she was completely uninhibited.

  He worked his way up her body, and by the time she faced him, still recovering from the orgasm, he looked at her.

  Gently, he wiped loose strands of hair from her forehead. “And here I thought we’d share an innocent picnic in the woods.”

  “I don’t think you bought me for innocent anything,” she said, realizing the irony.

  He shot her a smile that made her insides throb, reigniting the need for him. “I did it for a lot of reasons. Mind you, I wanted to be a teacher when I was a little boy.”

  “You were smart not to follow that dream, with teacher salaries being what they are nowadays.”

  He traced his index finger along her jawline, provoking tingles wherever he touched. She took a deep breath, and when she exhaled, the space between them diminished, and she realized her breasts were still shamelessly exposed. “You’re right. Still, there’s a lot you can learn from me.” He nudged her legs apart, settling himself between them. Even through his pants, she felt the ginormous cock nestling between her thighs. Pulsing.

  “I bet,” she said, squeezing the words out.

  Blood pounded in her veins, the awareness of the fine male specimen on top of her too much for any woman to bear. “Well, I’ve always been a fast learner. So I guarantee you soon I’ll be able to…do for you what you’re doing for me.”

  He dipped down his head, fanning her ear with his breath. “What am I doing to you?”

  “You know…”

  He chuckled, the manly, hearty sound reverberating through her. “No, I don’t.”

  “The squishy feeling. The hammering in body parts I never even knew had a pulse. The—”

  He licked the outer shell of her ear, earning a whimper from her. Another sound she’d never produced—certainly not while semi-naked under a man who could pass for a more buffed version of Idris Elba. Sweet baby Jesus. She melted, wondering if he’d added some drug to the snack he offered, or if this high was just normal. She encircled him with her arms, unsure what to do exactly but eager to grab him. To hold him. To fuck him.

  He grazed his teeth on the lobe of her ear, and she squirmed. I have to do something. Clumsily, she slid down her hands until she touched his belt. She felt rather than heard his sigh. Good.

  “Touch me, Izzy. Feel how ready my cock is for you.” He nipped her ear, sending another powerful shot of arousal through her.

  She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and, in a bold move, glided her hand into h
is pants and underwear. He helped her, arching his body so she could pull down his pants and boxer briefs, enough for her to touch him.

  Fascinated, she caressed the long, large dick. Damn. How could this massive thing fit into her pussy? She clasped it, reveling in the smooth warm skin. For a second, she felt his veins pulsing, loving that she was the one doing it to him.

  “God yes,” she whispered, then began a motion stroking up and down his length. She didn’t have to worry about birth control, because she’d been on the pill as per House of Alexa rules. “Are you safe?” she asked, to make sure. Hanging to that last thread of rationality before it slipped away.

  “Yes. I’m clean, Izzy.” He bit the tip of her ear in response. A maddening amount of blood rushed away from her brain, oxygen briefly deserting her. She mellowed, clasping him tighter, showing him just how much she wanted him.

  He clenched her wrist, disengaging her hand from his cock.

  “Did I do something wrong? I thought you wanted—”

  He raised his head, desire glinting in his eyes. “I’m not coming in your hand, sweetheart.”

  He covered her mouth with his, and she tasted her own tangy essence still on his lips. He coaxed her to open wider, and she happily obliged. She wrapped her legs around him, and he lowered his hand to her pussy, cupping it, playing with her folds. She touched his hair, enjoying the thick texture, bringing him closer, angling his head to deepen the kiss.

  He nipped her lower lip, teasing her. She slipped her hands into his shirt, scratching his shoulder blades. When he wrenched his mouth from hers, they both panted, breathless. He rubbed the tip of his cock into her entrance, and she moaned.

  “Do you want me to fuck you, Izzy?”

  “Yes.” She lifted her ass off the blanket, desperate to increase the friction. “Yes,” she hissed.

  He kissed her nose. “It will hurt for a moment, then I’ll make it better for you.”

  Izzy nodded. Somehow, she trusted him—not beyond sexually, of course, but she knew deep inside he wouldn’t hurt her physically. He began inching inside her, until he found the breach. She inhaled, mentally bracing herself for the pain. She captured his lips with hers, indulging in a passionate, scorching hot kiss. He explored her mouth relentlessly, encouraging her to stroke his tongue with hers, and to match his urgency.

  He moved forward, thrusting more and more of him into her until a bit of pain pinched her. Her breath caught in her throat, but he didn’t stop the kiss. With one hand, he touched the back of her neck, caressing with nice strokes. Little thrills of ache mixed with excitement, and soon she couldn’t tell one apart from the other.

  She loosened her limbs, the discomfort easing as fire brew within her.

  He broke the kiss. “How are you doing, gorgeous?”

  “I’m good.”

  He grabbed her left leg and lifted it to the side, and his cock slipped in deeper. “You’re so tight and wet. Fuck. This pussy is mine.”

  Mine. The word echoed in her ears, rich and seductive like the notes from a Stradivarius. He flicked her clit, and she quickly burned in his hand. God. She scratched him harder, but if it hurt, he didn’t complain.

  He rammed into her faster, establishing a maddening rhythm—he’d retreat from her midway, then return with a slam all the way to the hilt. She moaned, her sounds getting lost in the forest.

  “Move with me, Izzy.”

  She undulated her hips, trying to find the right angle, and he gripped her leg, enhancing the crazy good sensation of intimacy. Encouraged, she wrapped her arms around his head, thrusting her hips toward him, each time coaxing his cock deeper and deeper.

  He increased the tempo of his thrusts, in tandem with the torturous flicks on her clit, aching for release. “Fucking you feels so good.”

  The dirty talk did it.

  The pressure burst into a million pieces, sizzling her nerve endings one by one. She gasped, surprised at the trembling overpowering her limbs. For a moment, it was like air had been sucked from her lungs, and all sounds and sights disappeared. She closed her eyes, seeing stars shooting from the corners, and let the waves of pleasure ride her.

  This was…words failed her.

  She opened her eyes to find him kissing her cheek, nuzzling, his cock still hard inside her.

  “Are you ready for more?” he asked, and she hoped to God he was kidding.

  Nassor flipped her around, so she faced the blanket. What else could he be planning? He found his way into her again, without the foreplay from earlier. She propped herself on her elbows, then palmed the blanket and remained on all fours. The primal position turned her on, producing an extra coat of cream in her cunt. He groaned and pulled at her hair. Fuck.

  She’d attended workshops about primeval human interactions, and this situation certainly put her in one of them.

  Dozens of fireflies surrounded them. If she wasn’t being fucked by a man who bought her, this type of setting reminded her of a fairy tale.

  He tugged at her hair, as if on cue, silently telling her not to overthink. She relaxed, and he perched both hands at her waist, jackhammering into her harder than before.

  The high level of arousal made her lightheaded, and she clenched the blanket. He didn’t let up, his fingers biting into her skin. The growly sounds from him cut the air. Each thrust hit her deeper, pushing her one step closer to the same precipice from where she’d fallen just a little ago.

  He retreated halfway, giving her enough time to catch her breath, then slammed to her hilt again, and soon a stir swirled through her. She quivered, enjoying the bolt of pleasure thundering through her. She let her head and upper body fall to the ground, too exhausted, and with one last plunge, he had his release, too. Hot gushes of cum flooded into her, and she sighed, milking every last drop.

  Soon, he fell next to her, sweat glistening his face.

  Their breaths came in gasps, and they remained in silence, looking at each other. Finally, he moved, propping himself on his elbow but still eyeing her.

  “You’re a pro at sex. Is it always like this?” she asked.

  He caught a loose curl and swirled it in his finger. “Only if you’re lucky.” He frowned and caught something next to her, lifting it up, attention focused. “What’s this?”

  She glanced at his index finger, finding one of her lenses. Instinctively, she touched her eye. “It’s my lens. Must have popped out,” she said, grabbing it from him.

  He touched her chin. “Brown.”

  “I have two colored eyes. One brown, the other green. So I wear lenses to match them so people won’t stare.”

  “You don’t really need lenses or glasses?”

  “No, my vision’s fine.” When she’d been in the Brazilian orphanage, the other kids always made fun of her because of her eyes. When Harold adopted her, he praised her, but she still asked him to take her to a doctor and have lenses made.

  “Let me see,” he said, pointing at her other eye.

  She shifted and brought herself to a sitting position, crossing one leg over the other. Damn. “It’s weird, right?”

  “Weird is okay. Show me.”

  She brought her finger to her eye level, and took a deep breath. She removed it, and placed it on her lap, making a note to clean it properly when they returned to the castle. Blinking, she gathered her wits and stared at him, slightly lifting her chin, ready to show a confidence she didn’t have.

  He gazed at her, lips parting. She swallowed, then chewed on her lower lip.

  Fascination flashed in his eyes, giving her a sliver of hope. She didn’t need his approval, but anticipating the same reaction from those kids caused her heart to skip a beat or two. Shit.

  He touched her cheek, and she nearly melted into his hand, but forced herself to stay upright. “I’ve never seen more striking eyes.”

  “Thank you,” she said, her
voice weak. A fire ignited in her, different than the bombastic reaction when he’d kissed or licked her, and it reminded her of the long-lasting flames from bonfires she’d made with Mary in the summer. She leaned into his hand, like an over-indulged kitty cat. He stared at her without saying a word, his gaze taking her away without a single step.

  Shit. What am I doing? Common sense snapped at her, and she withdrew from him, crossing her arms over her chest. She cleared her throat. “Hmm…I’m a bit tired. Can we go soon?” She rubbed her temples. “It’s probably the jet lag still, and—”

  He gave her a close-lipped smile, like he knew the secret of some special code and wasn’t sharing it with her. He gave her a once-over, heating her skin. “Alright. Let’s go,” he said, standing and zipping his pants. He stretched out his hand to help her, and she sucked in her breath.

  This will be the longest month of my life.

  Chapter Five

  “Ms. Lima, where would you like to go?” Candace asked when Izzy grabbed her bag.

  Izzy stopped in her tracks and glanced at her temporary maid, and the helpful twentysomething woman trailed behind her, much like she had in the morning. Because of the jet lag and the fresh memories of Nassor inside her still populating her mind, she’d given herself a break. But now, properly caffeinated and awake, she smoothed her hand over her casual shirt and jeans. “Oh, I’m just taking some pictures downstairs.”

  “You have a tour guide available to take you anywhere.”

  Izzy sighed. She skimmed the gorgeous room where she stayed, and the image of a sad Nassor unfurled. Well, he hadn’t been sad, but there’d been a twang of nostalgia in his voice when he talked about his life before returning to the castle, and now she knew why. This place is a glorified prison.

  “I’ll keep that in mind, but really, it’s just a quick stroll through the lobby,” she said. If she casually got to the thick guest book, maybe she’d be able to find Mary’s address while in town. When she registered, she’d noticed they asked for name, place of birth and address while staying in Gwokon. If Mary had added Obasi’s address or the hotel where she’d stayed, at least Izzy would have an idea as to where to start her search for clues.