Obsession (Royally Hot 3)

I felt my own orgasm building, but before it got the best of me, I eased up on my thrusts and lingered inside her, kissing her deeply as I did. Then I pulled out of her and let her slide down the wall, scooping her hair aside as I turned her around.

“Bend over, gorgeous,” I told her, as I added a generous mouthful of spit to my dick. I placed my hand on the small of her back and bent her forward, making her hinge at the hips the way she had that day when I was watching her in the stables.

This time, the view was even better. Her red, slick pussy bloomed out from between her legs, her vulva swollen and tempting. But above that was the jeweled butt plug, sticking out tantalizingly from her ass. I gently spun it in its opening, and she moaned with pleasure, reaching out for the wall to support her. Very slowly, I slipped the butt plug from her anus and positioned my cock at the opening to her ass.

She hissed as she opened for the broad tip of my head, but I went slow, making sure I didn’t push her too hard too fast. I’d prepared her ass well to take me, and I slid inside, feeling my balls swell as I penetrated her anus a half inch at a time. Fuck, it felt amazing. So tight, so intense. So, fucking right.

When I was about halfway inside, I fingered her pussy with two fingers. I felt her knees buckle. But she was fucking strong and she stayed just like I’d positioned her.

Anika looked back over her shoulder at me. Her hair was messy, stuck to her cheeks. Her face was red from my stubble, and her makeup smudged. She’d never looked more fuck-dazed or more beautiful. “That feels so…”

She didn’t have to tell me. She was dripping like a fucking honeycomb into my palm. Before she could finish her sentence, I slipped my fingers into her mouth for her to suck on them. She went to work on my fingers the same way she took care of my dick.

I had her by the mouth, the pussy, and the ass. Triple penetration. Now we were doing this thing for real.

“I own all of you,” I told her. “Every hole, every opening. You’re mine. Say it.”

“Yours,” she said around my fingers. “Yours. Always.”

“Forever.”

“Forever.”

“I love you so fucking much,” I said, and finally pushed all the way into her mind-blowingly tight little ass. I was one lucky motherfucker. She was my whore, my princess, my sister, my wife. And she was all mine.

All fucking mine.

CHAPTER 30

Anika

Fifteen Years Later

“Maksim. Oh god, I can’t—oh!” My voice broke, the tears streaming down my hot cheeks. “Oh, god, please don’t stop…”

His cock pounded into me from behind, my ass raised high in the air, his hands gripping my hips like he was kneading dough. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the ripple of pleasure every time his ball sack strummed my clit, the way he was driving the air from my lungs with every thrust.

Maria had once told me love and hate were two horns on the same goat. She was right. But she never said that heavenly pleasure and torturous pain shared that same quality, combining into a symphony I could never hope to play on any harp.

“Gonna fuck another baby inside you.” He grunted, strained and dark. “I’m going to watch my little sister grow round with my fucking seed. It’s going deep. So deep you’re going to taste it in the back of your throat.” Maksim thrusted, murmured and swore. “So fucking tight. I’m never going to get enough of this man eating little slit.”

I cried out into the soft pillow as he bottomed out inside me. The pleasure shooting right up my spine was so intense, I flirted with unconsciousness. “Yes,” I moaned. “All of it.”

“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want to give your brother another child.”

“Step—oh, god—stepbrother,” I protested, all part of the game.

Sometimes he’d move his grip from my waist and tangle his fingers into my hair, tugging my head back so that I screamed into the lightening morning sky beyond the window. This was our time, our place. Our rooms in the castle were far enough from anyone else’s quarters that we could be sure nobody would be disturbed by our noises.

I’d insisted on that, much to Maksim’s annoyance. He said he wanted everyone to know he’d put his claim on me, that nobody could ever fucking take me from him. But I didn’t want to wake the kids, my mom or Maria and Aiden every single morning with our loud lovemaking.

In the fifteen years we’d been together properly, Maksim had given me five children already. Theresa, Greta, Thomas, Andrew and Christopher. And honestly, I was happy to have a sixth. And a seventh, God willing.