Page 2 of Merciless King
She exits her house so I don’t come up to the door. Her parents don’t love me. I suppose they’re afraid of me and my family.
I open the car door, giving her a kiss before she gets in.
“Are you feeling better?” I ask, remembering she hadn’t been feeling well at school that morning.
“Yep. Must have been something I ate.”
I’m psyched. It would suck if she canceled. I drive us to town to one of the buildings my father owns. The roof has a terrace that overlooks Lake Michigan. It’s still cool out for spring, but I’ve arranged heaters along with all the lights and other décor.
“What have you planned?” she asks as we ride the elevator up.
“It’s a surprise.”
She shakes her head in amusement. “You look very pleased with yourself.”
“I am. Hopefully, you’ll be pleased too.” I pull her into my arms. “Perhaps we can both be pleased.” My dick hardens at the thought, and I’m sure to let her feel it. We’ve only started having sex within the last month. Before that, there was kissing and touching. I’d finger her and she’d rub my cock or suck it. But it wasn’t until last month that I was able to sink my dick inside her. It was fucking fantastic.
Her cheeks flush. “That’s all you think about.”
“I’m a horny teenager.”
The elevator opens and we step out onto the terrace. I’ve arranged for dinner and privacy in this rooftop paradise.
"Elio," she breathes, her blue eyes shining as she takes in the lights and flowers and a table set for two. "You did all this? It’s so beautiful."
I drink in the sight of her. She feels so important to me. Like breathing. It's scary sometimes. "Only the best for you.”
Once dinner is served, we’re left alone and no one will bother us. It’s a perk of being Antonio D’Amato’s son. No one would dare upset him or his family.
Dinner is filled with laughter and conversation, sometimes about deep stuff and sometimes about nothing at all. When we finish eating, I guide her to a double chaise lounge. We sit, nestled together.
“I have something for you.” My heart rate is going a million miles a minute from nerves. I don’t normally get nervous, but I’m damn near shaking.
“Oh? It’s not my birthday.”
I pull out the blue sapphire ring.
She gasps. “Elio?”
“I know we’re young and still have college and stuff, but we'll always be together. This is a promise of that.”
Her eyes fill with awe. I love it when she looks at me like I’m a superhero. “A promise ring?”
I nod. “Will you wear it?”
“Of course.”
I slip it on. “Never take it off, okay? You’re mine now.”
She gives me her signature smirk and head shake that tells me she thinks I’m being a sexist, macho guy. “I am my own?—”
“You’re mine. And I’m yours.”
She shrugs, apparently okay with that. I kiss her then. I don’t wait too long before I slide my hand under the skirt of her dress.
“Elio… we’re outside. Anyone can come.”
It’s always a surprise to me when she’s modest. She’s usually so outspoken.