Marry Me, Mr. Sanders!

KING OF KINGS

SAM

"Hello, Miss Nathalia!" The children greeted me all at once when they saw me. They were always so excited every time I visited and brought them gifts. I’ve been doing this since I turned 18. The money I earn from modeling goes to them and other foundations I support. The public doesn’t know about this because I have no intention of flaunting my acts of charity.

"Hello, kids!" I greeted them with a smile, and they each gave me a hug. I miss them; it’s been a long time since I last saw them. Sister Mary, the head of the orphanage, approached me.

"Why did you visit only now, you kid?" she said, pretending to be angry. She hugged me tightly, and I could feel her motherly care. Sister Mary is like a second mother to me. She’s been giving me that maternal care ever since my mom passed away.

"It’s a long story, Sister," I replied. Sister Mary doesn’t have a social media account, so she’s not updated on what’s happening in my life. It’s probably for the best, or she might suddenly give me a lecture. I also haven’t told her yet that I am already married. I’m sure she’d disapprove of what I did.

We ended up talking and playing with the kids for a long time. I even stayed for lunch with them. I didn’t realize it was already afternoon when I decided to leave.

"WHERE the hell have you been?" I was startled to find him in the living room, looking dominant like a king. He was sitting in a single high chair. He seems to have a habit of surprising me.

"Somewhere down the road," I teased him.

"Are you fooling me?"

"No," I answered directly.

"No? You’re acting like a child, Portman. I’m asking you nicely," he yelled. I think my ears have grown used to his shouting.

"Do I have to answer you, Sanders? Earlier, you were kicking me out, and now you’re asking where I went. What do you really want?" I shot him a defiant look.

"For your information, Mr. Knoxx Sanders, aka my husband," I raised both hands and made air quotes as I said "husband," "I went to a place where I could find peace. And where that is, it’s none of your business." I quickly walked away, but to my dismay, he followed me, and we met at the door of my room.

"One thing I hate is being turned away while I’m talking. No one has ever done that to me, FYI!" He moved closer, cornering me at the door. He raised his hands and placed them on the door to keep me from leaving. We stared at each other for a few seconds, and I could hear my heart pounding loudly. I wasn’t sure if he could hear it either.

I didn’t back down. I raised an eyebrow to fight the nervousness I was feeling.

"Do I have to congratulate myself on that?" I said with a smirk. But instead of responding, he kissed me forcefully. I could feel the sting of his bites on my lips. I wanted to feel frustrated by what he was doing, but I couldn’t. I kept resisting, but my strength was nothing compared to his large frame. I felt him twist the doorknob and drag me inside while his lips remained on mine. One of his hands was gripping my waist tightly. He shoved me onto the bed. I couldn’t speak because my entire body was trembling. He was angry, and I could feel it even though he wasn’t saying anything.

"Is this what you were looking for? Is this why you were gone all day?" He first removed his shirt, then quickly took off his pants. I swallowed hard, and my eyes widened. His almost-naked body was now in front of me, with only his underwear left. Knowing how big his body was, I knew what was hidden inside.

"Go on, feast your eyes on my body, and now you can search for someone bigger than me," he said with a grin. "Oh, why can’t you speak? Just earlier, you were so bold, answering back at me. Now, you’re like a wet chick. Do you want to try what’s inside this?" He pointed to his manhood.

"No, thank you," I said, looking at him, which only made him angrier.

"Why, is it too small for you? Maybe you want me to stretch even your soul?" He slowly moved closer until he was on top of me. He looked like a beast ready to devour.

"Knoxx, plea...ase," I said, trembling.

"Please what? You want me to f**k you hard?"

I turned my head to the side so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in my eyes. I was terrified of what he might do. I didn’t really know him, but I chose to marry him to save my parents’ company. If he wanted to claim his rights as my husband, I had no choice. I gave him the right to do whatever he wanted when we got married.

I felt his breath on my neck, and something inside me stirred, something I couldn’t explain. He started kissing my neck gently, and soon my body began to give in. He was teasing me. Perhaps the rumors were true that he was skilled in bed. He was a player before the news came out that he was getting married to his long-time girlfriend.

"Ahhhh," I groaned in frustration as I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. My body was betraying me. I knew this was what he had been waiting for, so he could go deeper with what he was doing. One of his hands slid inside my blouse and touched one of my breasts. I arched my back at his touch. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to hold back a loud moan. I bit my lips to stop myself from making any noise.

His every movement was so expert that I didn’t even notice he had undone the hook of my bra. I could feel the warmth of his palm on my breast. Each squeeze and play on my n****e awakened my body. He leaned back a little and took off my blouse, exposing my full breasts to him. I could see the fire burning inside him. I tried to cover myself with my arms.

"What are you trying to hide from me, Samantha? Don’t act innocent." I didn’t say anything because he was right. The whole world had already feasted on my daring photos on social media and magazines.

He kissed me again on the lips, savoring every part of my mouth before moving down to my neck. He spent several minutes there before finally reaching my breasts. I gasped at the unfamiliar sensation it sent through my body. My body had already betrayed me, and it was now willingly following his every move. My hands, which I couldn’t move earlier, were now holding onto his neck and hair. "Whatever happens, happens," I thought. If this was a punishment for my sins, I would wholeheartedly accept it.

He had succeeded in claiming me. I thought I wouldn’t surrender to him. I tried hard to fight back so he wouldn’t see my weaknesses, but fate was not on my side. I would just let him tire of my body because even I had given up. He proved once again that he was a lion in every field, whether it was business or not. He truly deserved the title "King of Kings."

He became more passionate with every moan I made. His expert hands knew every part of my body. Finally, he removed my pants, leaving only my lingerie. He caressed the sensitive part of my body before slipping his hand inside.

"s**t, you’re so wet."