Tyrant

by Jagger Cole

  “Oh my fucking God,” she whispers heatedly. “Enzo…” she purrs. I grin pridefully. It’s been a very, very long time since I took a woman. But I know I’m… larger, than most. Much larger. My fist wraps around myself, and I groan. I stroke slowly and push my crown over her thigh. Precum leaves a glistening trail on her skin, and Claire moans. I slide my head against her pussy lips, and I look deep into her eyes.

  “I’ve never wanted anything like I want you,” I growl. “I’ve never craved like I crave you. I’ve wanted to have you all to myself and make you mine since the second I laid eyes on you, Claire.”

  I rub her clit with my cock, and she moans in pleasure. “So… oh God. What are you waiting for?”

  “Nothing,” I growl. “I’m not waiting for anything anymore.” I push forward, and my head sinks into her heat. Claire moans, and she cries out when I push deeper inside her. Her tight little pussy draws me in, and I give in to the silky pleasure. I groan and drive the rest of the way in, and she squeals in pleasure. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I grip her hip tightly with one hand. I slide out, and then thrust back into her.

  “Oh fuck,” she gasps. “You’re so fucking big! So, so fucking deep.”

  I growl and push into her. She squeezes me tightly, and I start to saw my thickness in and out of her wet heat. I start slow, but it’s not long before I can’t stop myself. I thrust into her, fucking her hard and deep, and laying my claim deep inside of her. Claire moans for more and urges me on with her thighs around my hips. She drags her nails down my shoulders and then up into my hair. She pulls me down to kiss me deeply. My cock plunges deep into her pussy, until we’re rocking together like a runaway train.

  There are no words, but instinctively we both know when we’re about to explode. Her eyes lock with mine. Her panted breaths are mine. Her thighs quiver, and my cock swells. With a snarl, I thrust deep, and, I can feel her coming for me. She slams her lips to mine and moans into my mouth. Her body ripples and shudders beneath me as I fuck her straight into her orgasm.

  Feeling her squeeze me so tight is the last I can handle. I roar, and I start to come too. My thick cock throbs and pulses, spilling my hot cum deep inside of her. I kiss her brutally, and I swallow her cries of pleasure as I empty every drop into her.

  I hold her tight, keeping myself there inside of her. It’s late, and we’ve had one hell of a day. But I know damn well, we’re just getting started.

  It’s light outside. With a soft moan, Claire slowly raises up off of me and collapses onto my chest. I groan, but my grin is wide. I circle my arms around her trembling body and pull her close. We’re both dripping in sweat, and I’m not sure I could even physically go again if I wanted to. And I do. But though this woman brings out the fire in me, a man has limits.

  Mine is apparently six times. It’s a record I aim to break with her very, very soon.

  “I have an idea,” she murmurs against my skin. She kisses my chest and looks up into my eyes.

  “Oh?”

  “For getting the message out to the world about what’s really happening in Bullogia. How to fight back against the regime trying to slander you.”

  I frown. “Besides the story you’re writing?”

  “In addition to, actually. Look, I still want to write the story. It’s important, and it needs to be published. But people’s attention spans suck.” She shrugs. “People will read it, but what pulls attention and holds it is visuals.”

  I raise a questioning brow. “What are you suggesting?”

  She grins mysteriously. “What do you think the fastest flight from LA to here is?”

  15

  Claire

  “I have so many fucking questions.”

  I grin from ear to ear when Emily pauses at the top of the stairs to the plane. The fasted route here, it turns out, was flying into Paris, where Enzo had the Bullogian version of Air Force One pick them up and bring them back here. I’ve opted to meet Emily and Jason alone. Or, at least, alone with about three dozen of Bullogia’s top guards, and Giotto. Enzo’s insistence, given the danger. But still, I’m not sure me in a designer sundress, hair done up and leaning against a Bugatti town car is exactly what these two had in mind when they signed up.

  “Should we start with one?”

  Emily laughs and rushes down the steps. She jumps into my arms and hugs me tightly. “Okay for one, I thought you’d been fucking kidnapped, and you look like you’ve been on vacation.”

  I smile. Jason steps down the stairs carrying his camera gear and looking equally as amazed. “So what’s the plan, Claire?”

  “You were seriously vague.” Emily frowns.

  “Well, apparently not vague enough that you didn’t want to come.”

  “Back to this place?” She grins. “Claire I might have only been here for like two hours last time, but it was long enough to know it’s gorgeous here.” She sighs. “Jason’s been going off about the women here ever since we left.”

  “I mean, yeah?” Jason grins. He winks at me. “Em here left with a little crush on that dick in the suit who kicked us out last time.”

  My producer’s jaw drops. “I did not!”

  “You haven’t stopped talking about him,” Jason chuckles. He glances at me. “Claire, the whole newsroom has heard all about this fucking guy.”

  “Well excuse me for wanting to vent about the giant walking dickhead in a suit who shoved me into a van last time I was here.”

  “I believe I was more than polite.”

  Emily gasps at the sound of Giotto’s voice. He steps out from behind one of the SUVs and smirks at her. “Actually, I believe it was you who shoved me.”

  Emily looks flat out scandalized. “I most certainly did not,” she mutters. “I guess you couldn’t hear me asking you to not touch me since there’s just a big dick where your head should be.”

  Giotto frowns. “I’m sorry, English…” he shakes his head. “You wish to see my dick?” He glances sidelong at me and winks mischievously. He’s totally fucking with Emily, and it’s working. She turns a bright shade of red and splutters as some of the other guards chuckle.

  “What! No!”

  “Please,” Giotto says, making his voice extra accented. “May I take you to dinner first? Perhaps in America, men just pull their dicks out for you, but here…”

  Emily groans, her face burning red. “Oh my God, I’m flying home.”

  I start to laugh, and she glares at me. “Is he fucking with me?” Giotto moves stealthily right behind her while she’s facing me and leans close to her ear.

  “Yep.”

  She jumps and whirls on him. “Not fucking funny.”

  The big muscled Bullogian grins. “I disagree. But regardless, we need to get going. We’re on a schedule,” he adds with a nod my way.

  “A schedule for what?” Jason frowns. “What are we shooting here?”

  “The truth,” I say proudly. “We’re going to show the whole world the real Bullogia and let them decide for themselves who the villains and heroes are in this story.”

  “You’re crazy, you know.”

  I smile. I’m sitting with Emily on Enzo’s balcony having a glass of wine after our very long day. I took her and Jason to all the spots Enzo showed me before. We even went to places he hadn’t shown me, that Giotto took us to today. We shot a ton of interviews with people from all over—farmers, country types, city dwellers, and more. And every single person we spoke to had nothing but genuine, earnest praise for Enzo. They also had nothing but curses for the regime. It’s not all rainbows. Today had its really hard parts too. We interviewed more than a few veterans of the fighting, and a few people who suffered the torture chambers and cells of the regime.

  Now, we’ve got what we need. It’s been a hell of a day, but I know it’s going to be incredible. Now I can finally relax with my friend. Jason’s out on the town with Giotto, who promised to introduce him to local girls.

  “These are King Amantia’s private chambers we’re in,
right?”

  I nod. “Yeah.” Emily’s brow raises and I blush. “What?”

  “There are clothes that look like yours is in his bedroom, hon,” she murmurs. My cheeks redden, and she grins. “I peeked in when I went to the bathroom.”

  “I can explain…”

  She giggles. “Please, you don’t have to explain shit to me, girl. What, that you got wrapped up in a fling with the super-hot, super powerful and enigmatic freedom fighter king? Gee how on earth did that ever happen?”

  I smile. “It’s kind of more than that.”

  She frowns. “What, more than a fling?” I nod slowly, and she sits forward. “Really?”

  “Really.”

  “Shit, Claire.”

  “I know,” I sigh. “It’s a lot. I’m just figuring it out as I go. But for now, we need to get this piece edited asap and aired.”

  “I agree,” she nods. “Today was illuminating. And this story is going to kill it back home. I brought my editing laptop. Jason and I can go over some of the footage tonight maybe. Tomorrow for sure. I think we can get a finished piece ready for the network by tomorrow night.

  “That would be incredible. You’re the best, Emily.”

  “Don’t forget it,” she grins. “So, after this piece though, what then?”

  “What do you mean?”

  She smiles. “I mean with you and king hottie. After this is over, what happens next?”

  I sip my wine and look out over the city and the water beyond. I’m not sure what to say, because the truth is, I have no idea. I know what I want. I think I know what Enzo wants. But, can it even be?

  16

  Enzo

  “In breaking news tonight, we have an exclusive story for you all.” The silver-haired American newscaster looks sternly into the camera. Next to me, Claire hugs herself, and I grin. This idea of hers was wild, but she pulled it off with flying colors. She and her crew shot and edited a truly heart-stopping portrayal of my beloved country in just two days. They cut it, shipped it off to their network, and now a day later, it’s about to air live to the world. It’s three in the morning here, since the segment is airing during prime time on the east coast of the US. But the energy in the room is high. I put my arm out and wrap it around Claire, pulling her close.

  “This is yours,” I growl.

  “Let’s hope it works.”

  “Even if it doesn’t,” I smile and look into her eyes. “This is a masterpiece. It’s the most touching homage to my country I’ve ever seen. And I thank you for that.”

  “Thank you,” she whispers. “For showing me the heart of this place.” I kiss her softly and hold her tight.

  “As we mentioned a few days ago, this very network was asked to leave barely an hour after landing in the country of Bullogia for their first sanctioned media conference. Bullogia has issued a statement that the reversal was issued in response to a security concern with domestic terrorism. We also mentioned that one network’s reporter, a Claire Shaw from the Lost Angeles Herald, was invited to stay and still do her exposé on the recently war-torn country.”

  I grin tightly and keep my hand at the small of her back. Whatever happens with this, I’m so fucking proud of her.

  “Tonight,” the announcer goes on. “We have that exclusive segment from Claire and her team, courtesy of the Herald.”

  Across the room, Claire’s friends Emily and Jason pace back and forth. Emily is putting a serious dent in the bottle of champagne I’ve opened to celebrate their segment. Jason keeps checking his phone, and I chuckle. Giotto’s informed me that Jason seems to have hit it off well with a local bartender. I’m guessing she’s the one pulling his attention away from the TV.

  I glance at my friend, and my grin widens. Giotto’s attention is also pulled from the TV. And the reason for it is pretty obvious. He thinks he’s being coy, but I can spot the looks he keeps giving Emily.

  “Okay, shit, here we go,” Emily murmurs. The TV screen switches to the segment, and a gorgeous shot of Catone fills the screen. My own stomach clenches, and my heart skips. Here we go indeed.

  Claire wanted me to see the finished piece before she sent it, but I refused. For one, I trust her completely to tell the real story. But also, I wanted the first time I see it to be on the international news. I watch, and my jaw drops. It’s fucking perfect. It pulls heartstrings, but it’s not sappy. It’s brutal and true, and it shows the human element of my country. It’s got interviews with veterans of the war, and some extremely painful ones from those who survived the prisons and torture sites. The segment goes on to talk about the future of our country, and the young generation fighting to build something free and exciting here. By the time it’s over, my jaw is on the floor, and my eyes are shining.

  Applause fills the room as the TV switches back to a stunned looking news anchor. Emily shrieks in delight, and I grin when I see her give Giotto a big hug. Jason’s phone rings, and he blushes when he answers it. I turn to Claire, and I scoop her into my arms and kiss her deeply.

  “That was…” I have no words. None. Not in English or Bullogian. “Claire,” I groan.

  “Was it okay?”

  “It was fucking perfect, beautiful,” I say in awe. “Absolutely perfect.” I kiss her again and hold her tight in my arms.

  “Now what?”

  I smile. “Now we wait, I guess.”

  “This better fucking work,” she mutters, staring at the TV.

  “And if it doesn’t, that’s okay,” I say quietly. “Either way, Claire, this gesture is more than I could have ever asked you. And your piece is absolutely perfect. You’ve shown the heart of my country, and I don’t even know how to start thanking you for that.”

  The room grows quiet. Everyone sort of glances at each other.

  Giotto chuckles and breaks the silence. “Well, what did we think, that the President of the US or the Prime Minister of England was going to just call us on the phone?”

  Claire frowns. “I mean, sort of?”

  I smile and hug her close. “Claire, if they call or not, you shot one hell of a…”

  “Sire?”

  My attaché pokes his head into the room. His face is pale, and his eyes are wide.

  “Yes?”

  The younger guy swallows. “Um, the Chancellor of Germany is on the line.”

  The room stills. I blink. “I’m sorry, what?”

  “The Chancellor, highness? She’s on the phone.”

  “Sire?” My other assistant lurches into the room looking out of breath. Her eyes are glowing, and she’s grinning widely.

  “What is it?”

  She looks so excited she’s about to explode.

  “Your highness… the Prime Minister of Britain is calling for you.”

  Holy shit. I turn to Claire, and her lips curl into a wide, beaming grin.

  “Enzo!”

  “Is this real?” I breathe.

  She giggles. “I think you have some calls to take.”

  “I think I need to tell you something first.”

  Claire smiles curiously as I step close to her and wrap my arms around her. “What?”

  “I love you.”

  Her eyes widen, and her lips part.

  “I love you, Claire,” I whisper again for her ears only.

  Her eyes sparkle, and she starts to grin widely. “I love you too,” she says just as quietly.

  “Also, you’re not leaving,” I growl. “You’re staying here, with me.”

  She giggles. “Oh, am I?”

  “Yes.”

  “Highness,” my attaché frowns. “The Chancellor—”

  “Tell her to fucking wait.” I cup Claire’s jaw with my hand, I lean down, and I kiss her deeply.

  The Chancellor can wait. The world can wait. It can all wait until I’ve kissed the woman I love.

  Epilogue

  Claire

  Six months later:

  “Oh God, Enzo!” I moan deeply as his thick cock plunges into me. His fingers dig into
my hips, and I gasp when his perfect abs slap against my ass. He groans, and his hips roll. His perfect dick pushes deep into me once more, and the pleasure grabs me. Even months later, it still takes my breath away when he fills me up all the way with that big dick of his. And trust me, that is not a complaint.

  This was supposed to be a quickie, but we’re having a hard time stopping. We did actually have the quickie, but then we rolled right into round two. I know we’re about to be late, but I can’t help it. Once he touches me, or kisses me, or even when he just looks at me, I can’t resist him. But still, there’s going to be hell to pay if we’re late to this wedding.

  It’s not our wedding. Ours will be soon though, in just a few months. And it’s already quite the affair. I mean, it’s a royal wedding, after all. I’m not going to name drop the royalty who RSVPed, but one starts with “K” and rhymes with Mate Tiddleton. Just saying.

  The wedding today might not be on the social calendars of kings and queens around the world, but it’s just as important to me. Today is Emily’s wedding… to Giotto. It turns out, my friend fell head over heels for the “big dick in a nice suit.” Which according to Emily when she got drunk and blurted it out, isn’t an inaccurate description of the handsome Bullogian. So, I’m not the only American staying in Bullogia. Actually, it’s not even just Emily and I, either. Jason is happily settled into his new place with Gemma, the bartender. He’s also about to open his own film production company here in Bullogia, and I’m so thrilled for him.

  We’ve all found new jobs and lives here. Emily has a new career as Enzo’s new royal press secretary, and she’s amazing at it. It’s like a job she was born to fill, and she’s done an incredible job helping to guide the country onto the world stage. I was asked to be the new prime time anchor for Bullogia’s top news network, but I declined. In the interest of trying to stay away from claims of censorship or royal influence, I figured the fiancé to the king wasn’t the best person to be the one giving the news. Instead, I’m staying freelance.