Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Romy—”
I push open the door and kick it closed behind us, flipping the bolt and locking us in.
“You heard what I said out there?” I ask, taking a step toward her.
“Yes,” she whispers, and looks down at the floor. “I didn’t know you felt that way.”
“Why would you? You barely noticed me.” I step right in front of her and wait for her to look up at me. “But you notice me now, don’t you, princess?”
She licks her lips and then runs her hungry eyes over my chest. I grab her wrists and bring her palms up to rest them on top of my shirt.
“You’ll never ignore me again. I’m your king now. I’m the one you always keep your eyes on. Do you understand?” Her eyes snap to mine as I grab her around the waist, lifting her up. “Now I think it’s time you fulfilled your royal duty as my property.”
“If you think I’m going to allow you to treat me like one of your—”
“I’m going to treat you exactly how a queen should be treated,” I say, tossing her on the bed and flipping up her dress. “I’m going to eat your royal cunt and see if you kept yourself pure for me.”
She gasps as I spread her legs wide and reach down, ripping off her panties.
“Will you deny your king?” I spread her lower lips with two fingers, feeling her sticky honey. “I can’t imagine you would with how wet you are. It seems we both like it when I’m in charge,” I say, rubbing my other hand over the front of my slacks and showing her how hard I am.
“Be gentle,” she whispers, and I see both desire and fear in her eyes.
“You are the most precious thing to me in the world. Now grab the headboard.”
5
Star
I reach up, grabbing the soft fabric of the headboard, thinking I’ve lost my ever-loving mind. He’s right, though. His words are turning me on. No one in my life has ever talked to me like this before. I’d gone on too many first dates to even count, hoping to find my one. But they were all cut from the same cloth. Maybe that’s why I’ve had this lingering want for Romy. Because he isn’t like that with me. He isn’t all prim and proper. He’s rough around the edges and gives me something I didn’t know I wanted. He shows me a raw mix of sweetness unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
He looks up at me like he’s starving to taste me. He wants to lick my most intimate place, and I wonder if that’s what he’s really going to do. He said he was going to eat me. Cunt was the word he used. I’ve never heard it used in my presence until now.
I know my face has to be a bright red, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m embarrassed or because I want this and my body feels like it’s on fire. As if my body has a mind of its own, I start to move my hips. Romy’s mouth tips up into a smile as if he’s won a giant victory.
“Your body knows what it wants. Don’t worry, my princess. I’ll get the rest of you to catch up soon enough.”
Then his mouth is on me. I gasp at the sensation of his tongue running over me. Heat floods my belly, and I have the overwhelming urge to rise up, to get closer to him.
He pulls away, making me cry out, and starts biting and kissing my thighs. My head drops back on the pillow as desire grows. “Romy, please,” I beg, needing him back at my center.
“This is how my body feels every time I think about you. I don’t even have to see you. Your name floats through my head, and this need you feel right now is what I feel. It’s all I think about. You’re on my mind more than anything else in the whole fucking world.”
“Oh God,” I moan. I would die if I felt like this all the time. It’s a need so powerful I’d probably do anything he asked right now. “Please, Romy, please. Give me something.”
“Do you desire me, princess?” he growls, before he finally gives me what I’ve been begging for. He returns his mouth to where I need it most. My hips try to come off the bed, but his big hands hold me in place, not letting me go. No matter how hard I try to buck against him, he keeps me still.
Just as my body ascends its peak, he pulls away again. I almost scream at the frustration. I was so close!
“Call me your husband.”
“You’re a dirty bastard,” I tell him. Then I gasp that I called him that. I’ve never said those words out loud.