Wicked Royals (Elites of Macedon High 1)

“Perhaps we should go somewhere more private.” Her eyes flicker to the double doors leading to the foyer. “How about to my bedroom? Or we could go to the pool house.” She gives me a sly grin. “Don’t you like it in the hot tub?”

“Are you arguing with me?”

She shrugs, losing some of the lust in her eyes. “I’m just saying that I think it’ll be better if it’s just a moment between us and not something that’s put on display.”

“Do you hate being with me, Ophelia? Is that what it is?”

She looks hurt. “No, I didn’t say that. I just…”

“Then you’re embarrassed. Is that it?”

“I’m not embarrassed by you either.”

I raise my eyebrows. “It just seems like you’ve been so much less willing to be good to me these days, darling. That disappoints me.”

“Don’t be disappointed, Amos,” she says, a little begging edge to her voice. “I just don’t want the servants walking in on us, you know? We’re not like…” She shrugs. “Other people who just don’t care about who watches.”

“The doors are closed, are they not?” I slide my fingers beneath her blouse, fondling her nipple. The way it stands at attention immediately arouses me, prompting my cock to grow even harder if that were even possible. “Bend over, Ophelia, or the deal is off.”

Horror flashes in her eyes, and I know I have her exactly where I want her. It doesn’t take much to lure the proud widow of the late Felipe out of her comfort zone. She likes to ride a high horse, but she’ll do just about anything to secure her place in this world, especially when it comes to selling out her only daughter. This woman is ruthless. She knows it, too. Bending to my will should mean nothing to her.

When she obediently folds over the table in front of me and lifts her skirt, I yank her panties down and slide my fingers through her pussy lips. They’re not wet like I want them to be. I command her to spit on my fingers and then slide them over the slit of her pussy. She rocks back against my fingers, and I smile while watching how she responds to my touch. It doesn’t matter how badly Ophelia might resist. She’ll do it for the sake of her position.

If only her daughter were as willing to lie beneath me, then maybe things would look different right now. I stare at Ophelia’s ass, muscles tensing as I pump my fingers into her pussy. She’s getting wet now, aroused by the fact that it’s the middle of the day and the staff is busy wandering around the house. Anyone could walk through those doors.

My cock twitches at the idea of being caught. Like this, with the curtains wide open and the whole mansion buzzing with activity, I can’t help how close I get to tipping over the edge. It’s not until I’m buried inside her that I realize it’s not as perfect as I would like.

So, Alex and Parker lied about him taking her virginity. They’ll have to pay for that somehow. I don’t take kindly to dishonorable twits trying to sneak one out from under me. It was already difficult acquiring Ophelia and her riches—and now all of that is hanging in such a fine balance that it pisses me off to think a couple of kids could make me a fool.

I slide my hand up Ophelia’s spine and tangle my fingers into her hair. A sharp tug exposes her throat and makes her croak, her manicured nails digging into the polished wood of the table. Her elbow slides into the plate of cheese and fruit, sliding it up the table with each thrust I unleash.

Fucking her is less about our business arrangement and more about getting her under control. Women like Ophelia can’t have too much wiggle room or else they try to get selfish about it. She needs a reminder every so often that this is more than a simple arrangement that benefits the two of us—it’s about being elite.

Whoever holds the world built by the Moretti family becomes the top dog. I saw it happen with Felipe and envied every golden step he took into the future. The moment he was shot down in a hail of bullets was the moment all of us realized we could have a piece of that kingdom.

And now it’s within my reach.

Ugly squeaks erupt from Ophelia while I slam into her. This isn’t perfect or sexy. It’s far from alluring, but I don’t care about appearances with this encounter. I need her to understand that I’m in control and that I’ll do whatever it takes to keep that control.

While tightening my grip on her hair, I focus on the dark brown strands, thankful for the fact that this bitch is vain enough to dye over the silver strands that pop up every so often. It makes it so much easier to imagine that she’s Alex instead.

“Tell me you like it when I fuck you,” I growl.

I rear back and release a punishing pump that makes the feet of the table screech against the floorboards.

“I like it when you fuck me,” she whimpers.

The table creaks under the weight of my invasion while the walls of her pussy seize around my cock. “You’ll be good next time, won’t you?”

“I’ll be good…oh fuck.”

A primal growl vibrates my throat as I bow over her and sneak my hand beneath her hips. “Spread your legs wider.”

“Yes, sir.”

She’s pliant like this, a sex doll that can easily be manipulated. Her show of resistance means nothing to me other than another annoying roadblock to speed through.

I’ll show her, I think while massaging her clit. When I close my eyes, I can almost hear Alex squealing my name. A man like me knows so much more than a boy like Parker. She’s so sweet, so small, so ready to be taken…