Page 99 of Crowned In Blood
Marco had finally admitted to months of surveying and stalking me, which meant he knew every access and vantage point for my house and the roads around my property. He could point out security improvements that I couldn't, which made my home the perfect place to protect ourselves while we’d been forced to wait for our revenge.
However, now that we were ready, it made the most sense to come here. If Felipe had been tailing either of us or investigating our movements, he would have known where I lived, what our routines were, and exactly how to hunt us down. But me coming here would take him time to react—time we could use in our favor.
Even though I understood the logic of it, I couldn’t help but be a little nervous.
Marco always seemed fine in my home, careful yet confident—as if he belonged there. But I didn’t know how to be that way with him. This was his space, and I was invading it. Would my presence make him feel uncomfortable in his own home?
I mentally shook my head.No.
I knew and trusted Marco. If he didn’t want me in his home, he wouldn’t have offered. I refused to let my nerves get to me. Instead, I shoved them into my worry box.
I pushed my shoulders back, straightened my spine, and when the elevator doors slid open, I saw him standing there.
Marco reached for me, and I made it halfway before he kissed me like he hadn’t seen me earlier that morning, and it had been days, weeks,yearssince we’d been together.
He kissed me like I was the air he needed, the water he craved and thirsted for.
I bunched his shirt in my hands as he fisted my hair, angling my head, deepening the kiss. The elevator chimed, warning us we hadn’t pressed a button, and we laughed against each other’s lips.
“I missed you, mi pequeña reina viciosa.”
I giggled and kissed him again. “I missed you too.”
He pressed the button for the penthouse floor, while I straightened my hair.
“I need to come up with another nickname for you one of these days, other than my devil.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist. “You already have one for me.”
I looked up at him. “No, I don’t.”
“You do. Sir, King, and after I kill your sorry excuse of a father, feel free to try out Daddy.”
I laughed, even as my skin flushed. “I cannot call you Daddy in public.”
“Oh, you can. I might even reward you for it,” he whispered in my ear.
I smacked his chest playfully. “Do you ever not think with your dick?”
“Absolutely, but not when I haven’t seen you in hours.”
I chuckled at him, but even I couldn’t deny the huskiness in my voice or the way my pussy clenched in need.
Stepping off the elevator, Marco opened the door to his penthouse, and we stepped inside.
His home surprised me. It was masculine, yet cozy. A mixture of browns, blues, grays, and blacks. The lighting was warm, and his foyer, living room, kitchen, and dining room all faced a wall full of borderless windows. It was the perfect view to watch the sunset.
I never knew a house could look like this.
My own was slightly haphazard because I hadn’t known what I liked. It was the first time I’d been able to furnish and decorate a space all on my own. I didn’t even know my favorite color, or which ones would have gone well with it. Eventually, I found I preferred deeper colors, dark reds, crimsons, teals, deep forest greens, and dark blues, and had settled on beige to tie them all together.
But my house, even with all the furniture, never truly felt lived in to me. Everything was clean, sharp lines. I didn’t have a lot of art on the walls or décor anywhere. But Marco did.
It wasn’t overwhelming or for show. Like Marco, it felt authentic, as if he’d truly wanted to make this space his own, his sanctuary.
“What do you think?”
I turned my head up to his. “It’s beautiful.”
