His Kingdom (Owning Vegas Book 1)

Mrs. Giuliani. That’s me. I’m her. I really married Louie, a man who is basically a stranger.

Sure, I know what his touch feels like. I know that I am falling in love with him. But marriage? It’s insane, and yet I couldn’t think of a single reason not to be with him. To be his.

There is that whole he killed my ex thing, though. Not that he’s confirmed it. He doesn’t have to, because I don’t for an instance think he didn’t do it. And still, I find myself not wanting to be anywhere else but right here. In bed with him.

“Louie?”

“Yeah?”

“What really happened to Owen?” I ask.

Louie’s hand, which was caressing up and down my arm, suddenly stills. “I can’t tell you that, Charlotte.”

“I’m supposed to be your wife. If you can’t tell me things, how is a marriage between us going to work?”

“There is no supposed to be. You are my wife,” he says. “And I already told you I made sure he can’t hurt you again.”

“I don’t want you to do anything that will get you in trouble.”

Louie smiles. “I’m not planning on getting into any sort of trouble.”

“I also don’t know how I feel about it all. Owen being dead, I mean. I know what he did was horrible, but there was a time I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. We were happy once. I might not have been in love with him. I know that now. But he wasn’t always a bad person either.”

“Charlotte?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m more than happy to talk about your ex with you… to help you work through whatever it is you’re feeling. But, let’s not talk about other men. Here. Now. The only people I want in this bed are you and me,” Louie says. “I want you completely. I get that you have a past with someone else, but I have your future.”

“You do.” I smile at my husband, then quickly shoot up in bed. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Louie props himself on an arm, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body like he’s looking for some invisible injury.

“You’re my husband.” I smile wider.

Louie’s features soften. “I am.”

“Hearts are going to break all over the strip as soon as people know you’re married,” I tell him. “I’ve seen the way women look at you.” I don’t like it either. This jealousy thing is new for me.

“Want me to tattoo it across my forehead? Property of Charlotte?” he asks.

“Not your forehead, no.” I laugh. My hands land on his chest, pushing him backwards before I straddle his hips. “But you are mine, which means all of this…” My fingers dance across the buttons of his shirt. “… is mine too.”

“All yours,” Louie repeats. His hips shift upwards, his hard cock grinding against my core. Then he sits up and reaches for something on the nightstand. “But hold that thought. I forgot to show you something.”

“What is it?” I ask when he hands me his phone.

“Our test results. Well, most of ʼem. Doc said some shit’s pending. But so far, so good. We’re both clean as a whistle.”

“I’m clean. I know I am and I trust that you are.” I discard his phone, tossing it to the side of the bed.

“Does that mean we can forgo the condoms now?” Louie questions.

“As soon as I get on birth control, absolutely,” I tell him. I can’t just throw away all my good sense. Even if most of it has gone out the window with this man.

“I’ll set up an appointment tomorrow,” he says, his hands traveling higher along my bare thighs.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I do now,” he tells me.

“Me too.” I smile.

I thought it was just lust. I mean, when you look at this man… Six-foot-three, all muscle—like every inch of him is hard. Tan skin, dark hair, the five o’clock shadow on his chiseled jaw, and those eyes that penetrate straight through to my soul. Yeah, how could you not lust after him? But now, I know it’s more.

I lean forward, my lips a breath away from his. “Louie?”

“Mmm?”

“I think we should make this marriage official. Consummate it,” I tell him.

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had since you said yes to marrying me.” He flips us over so I’m on my back again.

My wetness coats my inner thighs. I’m so turned on right now, so ready for him. I’ve always liked sex. But sex with Louie? I love it. I need it. He makes me feel like no one else ever has.

His hands slip underneath my ass, cupping my cheeks. “Fuck, I love your ass. Mine. I should tattoo my name all over it,” he says, as his fingers hook under the edge of my panties. He pulls them down my legs before tossing them over a shoulder.

Then he shrugs out of his shirt before he undoes his pants, freeing his cock. I can never stop staring at it. It’s fucking huge. I’m surprised it even fits, to be honest. But his size is also the reason my vagina is so sore afterwards. That and the way Louie fucks me as if he’s a starved animal and I’m his last meal.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be in you now, Charlotte.”

“Then don’t wait.”

Louie reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a condom. I know he doesn’t want to use it, but I appreciate that he does it anyway. The moment he’s sheathed, he lines up his cock with my entrance and slams into me. Bottoming out.

“Oh, shit!” I yell, the slight sting a welcomed pain I’ve become accustomed to over the last few days.

“Fuck! Charlotte, I swear it gets better and better,” he says, slowly withdrawing from me. “Mine, you are mine.” He slams into me again. “This pussy is mine.” He pulls out and drives right back in before he leans forward and places a kiss on the middle of my chest. “Your heart is mine.” Moving upwards, he kisses my forehead this time. “Your everything is mine.”

I can feel my pussy protesting, clinging, convulsing around his cock as he draws back again. There’s not one cell of my body that doesn’t want to be owned by this man. Maybe I should tattoo his name all over me. Because, let’s face it, that wouldn’t be the craziest thing I’ve done this week.

All thoughts vanish when Louie pushes back inside me, bottoming out while he lifts my hips off the mattress. Angling my body so that the tip of his cock hits that spot so deep only he’s managed to find it.

Louie shifts onto his knees. Picking up my legs and resting them on his shoulders. His lips press against my inner ankle as he continues to slowly, ever so torturously, slide in and out of me.

The sensations flowing through my every nerve ending are intense, almost unbearable. “Please,” I cry out. I need more. I need him to move faster.

“Please what, Mrs. Giuliani?”

“I need more…” More of what? I have no fucking idea.

“I know what you need. I’ve got everything you need right here,” Louie says, as if he can somehow read my thoughts. He starts thrusting into me harder, faster.

It only takes minutes before my mind goes blank and I’m seeing stars. “Holy fuck!” I yell, and my body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure runs through me.

“Fuck, I love when you come. Your pussy milks my cock so fucking good. Just like that. It’s all yours, Charlotte.” Louie grunts as his thrusts become more rigid, and then he stills. Slowly pulling out of me and collapsing next to me on the bed. “I’m so fucking glad we get a lifetime of doing this,” he pants.

“Mmm, me too.” I smile, my eyes closed as exhaustion creeps in.

Who on earth is yelling? I open my eyes. The room is dark, and I’m alone. Again. You’d think the morning after I got married I’d at least wake up with my husband in bed with me.

I jolt upwards. “Holy shit, I got married.” My eyes widen at the realization of what happened last night. I wasn’t drunk. I was tipsy, sure, but not drunk. No, I married Louie on a dare because I wanted to. No other reason.

“Wake her up!” someone shouts.

“I’m not waking up my wife for you.” This comes from Louie.

I feel a smile spread across my face. He just called me his wife. Why does that one little phrase send butterflies fluttering through my stomach?

I climb out of bed, walk into Louie’s closet, and pull on a shirt. I then grab a pair of his sweats. Once I’m satisfied I don’t look like shit, I walk out to the living room, where Louie and Emmanuel are in a heated conversation.

I shriek when I spot the gun aimed at my husband’s head, and Louie calls out over a shoulder. Calmly. A little too calmly. “Charlotte, go back to the bedroom.”

“Don’t move,” Emmanuel says, dropping the gun and turning his attention to me. “Something is wrong with Evie.”

“What? What happened?” I’m already walking towards the door.

“She’s talking in her sleep. I want to know what happened to her. Who the fuck is she talking about?” Emmanuel asks.

I stop. Dead in my tracks. “She’s probably having a nightmare. She has them from time to time. They’re not real,” I lie.

There is a reason for Evie’s insomnia, but her secrets are just that. Hers. I’m not going to be the one to tell this maniac. Until something occurs to me and I aim my glare on Emmanuel.

“How do you know she’s talking in her sleep?” I ask him.

“I was watching her,” he says, pointing a finger in my direction. “And you’re lying to me.”

Louie steps between us. “Don’t fucking speak to her like that,” he growls.

“I’m going to find out. You might as well tell me, Charlotte. Someone did something to her, and I want to know who it was,” Emmanuel says.

“I think that’s something you should ask her. When she’s awake,” I tell him. “But don’t expect her to open up to you. She doesn’t talk about her past.”

The only reason I know about it is because we got drunk once and she let it slip. The nightmare that Evie has lived isn’t one I would wish on my worst enemy.

Then again, if I tell Emmanuel, would he seek his own sort of justice for her?

“But say they were real… If you could find the person who caused those nightmares, what would you do about it?” I ask him. I would never betray my friend’s trust, but maybe knowing her real-life version of the boogeyman was gone would help her move on?

“You don’t want to know what I’ll do, because those are the kind of nightmares that will keep you awake at night.” Emmanuel smiles, like he’d enjoy whatever it is he’s imagining.noveldrama

“Look, I don’t know the full story, because like I said, she doesn’t talk about it. But I’m sure if you dug into the pageant world, you’d find the reason behind her nightmares. That’s all I’m saying,” I tell him. “Anything else you want to know, you’ll have to ask Evie.”

“Thank you.” Emmanuel nods. “I will ask her. When do you think she’ll wake up?”

“I have no idea.” I shrug and watch as he walks out of the penthouse. I look to Louie. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” He turns to me, his face hard as stone. “I asked you to go back to the bedroom, Charlotte. There was a literal madman waving a gun around in here.”

“That madman is your friend, and he wasn’t pointing it at me,” I explain. “He was pointing it at you.”

“That’s because he knows if he’d directed it at you, I would have shoved barrel up his ass before pulling the trigger.” Louie walks past me, through to the kitchen.

I follow him, about to respond, when we’re interrupted by another one of his lunatic friends barging in.

“Louie, SOS!” Carlo yells out through the penthouse.

“Kitchen,” Louie yells back, then gestures to me. “Sit. You need to eat.”

“First of all, I’m not a dog. You can’t just say sit and expect me to follow orders,” I tell him. “Second, I am starving, so thank you.” I reluctantly lower myself onto the stool.

Louie stares at me, a bewildered look on his face. “I love you,” he says at the same time Carlo walks into the kitchen. Except he’s not alone. He has a child with him. A little girl. I didn’t know Carlo had a little girl.

Louie looks at the girl and then up at his friend. “For the love of god, tell me you did not steal someone’s kid.”