by Jagger Cole
The written piece I published along with the video segment on Bullogia ended up earning me a Pulitzer, which is a mind fuck. But it allowed me to do whatever I want, basically. Now, I write about what I want for the associated press, concentrating mostly on human interest pieces about war-torn countries. It’s freeing to be able to pick my own assignments. Plus, it allows me to live here, obviously, with Enzo.
The video segment pulled the entire world onto team Enzo in this fight. With the former regime’s war crimes exposed, most of them crawled into holes and disappeared forever. Some were arrested though, and they’ll be brought to trial at the Hague for their crimes. Now, Bullogia is joining the rest of the free world. Enzo’s staying king, but he’s opening up elections for a parliament, in the British system of things. Bullogia also recently been invited to apply to the United Nations, which is really exciting.
“We’re going to be… fuck,” Enzo growls. His hands tighten on my hips. “We’re going to be late, baby.”
“Your fault,” I gasp. He grunts and slides a hand into my hair. He pulls my head back and drags his teeth over my neck. Fuck does that drive me wild. I moan eagerly and push back against him. His thick cock pumps into me, fucking me closer and closer to orgasm—my fourth of the day, actually.
“Uh-uh,” he growls. “Yours. You see, Claire,” he hisses. “We’re not setting foot in that church until you make this sweet little pussy come for me. I need to feel you come before I stop.”
I gasp in pleasure, and I feel him swell and surge inside of me.
“So be a good girl and come, beautiful,” he demands. “Come for my cock or you’re going to be a bad girl by making us late. Come for me, Claire.”
He thrusts into me and bites my neck. I lose all control, and I’m coming. I cry out and shudder against him. Enzo groans and pushes his thick dick deep inside of me. I feel him throb, and he hisses in pleasure. I’m still coming myself when I feel his hot cum spilling into me, splashing deep.
I tremble and gasp in the aftershocks. Enzo kisses my neck lazily, and I murmur happily. “Okay, fuck,” I moan. “You are way way too good at that,” I giggle.
He chuckles, and I groan as he slowly pulls out of me. He slips my panties back up, and I blush when he pulls them tight against my wet pussy.
“We,” he growls. “We are too good at that.”
I stand on shaky legs and giggle as I smooth my bridesmaids dress. I turn and bite my lip as I watch Enzo tuck his huge dick back into his tuxedo. “Do I get seconds later tonight?”
He grins. “Baby, if you make it through the whole ceremony without getting seconds, I might have to give myself a royal award.”
I laugh and fall into his arms. I kiss him deeply and he grins against my lips. “Just a few more months,” he growls. “And it’ll be you and me up at that altar.”
“I can’t wait,” I breathe into him.
“Excited to be queen?”
I groan. “More like nervous as fuck to be queen.”
“You’ll be perfect,” he growls. “Absolutely perfect.”
I grin. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he murmurs, kissing me.
“Shall we?”
“We shall.”
He grins and offers his arm, and I hook mine through it. We step out of the linen closet of the church we’ve just been fucking in, but we’re instantly met with applause. Jason and Gemma, Giotto, and a number of guards and other friends of ours are beaming at us and clapping loudly. I groan and blush hotly. But Enzo just takes a deep bow. I giggle and force a curtsy, my face bright red.
“Having second thoughts about me being queen now,” I groan after we all start to head into the church. Enzo chuckles and spins me into him.
“I wouldn’t have anyone else.”
“Good answer.” I grin.
“Yeah I thought so.”
I laugh as he kisses me sweetly. Then we walk hand in hand into the church, and into the rest of our lives.
The End.
Kingpin
Coming soon…
All’s fair in love and war. Game on.
The streets are my empire. This city is my kingdom. Fighting my way to the very top of London’s crime world has been a brutal, savage affair. And nothing—nothing—will unseat me from what’s mine.
Except there’s a new player in town. A foreigner. A tempting little usurper who thinks she can waltz in and pluck what’s mine from my very fingers. But she’s more wrong than she can possibly know.
Viviana Amantea is the curvy little firecracker I never saw coming—a literal princess who’s got her eye on my empire. Little miss privilege wants to play bad girl. She wants to play games. But I play to win, and I never lose.
It’s time this princess learned who’s king in this town.
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer? Well I’m going to keep her as close to me as possible. So close that she can never get away.
Afterword
Thank you for picking up this copy of Tyrant; your support means a lot! As a thank you to my readers, I’ve written a quick and dirty follow-up short to Enzo and Claire’s (and Giotto and Emily’s…) story. This is not an epilogue or continuation to Tyrant, just a steamy and fun “follow up” story about these characters that takes place after the events of this book. You can grab it for free when you subscribe to my newsletter. Existing subscribers can find the download link at the bottom of any of my newsletters.
Thanks for being awesome!
-Jagger
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Also by Jagger Cole
Standalones:
Her Rough Mechanic
Next Door Daddy
All He Wants
Everything He Needs
Forever Always Duet:
Forever His
Always Hers
Tuff Built Series:
Big Deck
Hard Screw
About the Author
A reader first and foremost, Jagger Cole cut his romance writing teeth penning various steamy fan-fiction stories years ago. After deciding to hang up his writing boots, Jagger worked in advertising pretending to be Don Draper. It worked enough to convince a woman way out of his league to marry him, though, which is a total win.
Now, Dad to two little princesses and King to a Queen, Jagger is thrilled to be back at the keyboard.
When not writing or reading romance books, he can be found woodworking, enjoying good whiskey, and grilling outside - rain or shine.
You can find all of his books at
www.jaggercolewrites.com
