The Stolen Princess (Fated Royals 1) - Page 34

I gripped him harder. “You will. You will be the only one.”

He leveled me with a stare. “I fucking will not.”

I didn’t know if he was trying to anger me in order to get me to reject him, or simply trying to end any further discussion, but either way it wasn’t working. The angrier I got, the more I wanted him inside me. I was just going to have to force him to treat me as he had once done.

“Enough. I refuse to have you and the rest of the world telling me who I am and who I am not.” As if I was mounting a horse, I swung one leg over him and pinned his huge legs beneath my body. “Take me. Right now,” I said.

He shook his head, but his body betrayed him. Again, I felt his cock begin to respond and I ground my hips into his.

“Take me,” I said. As he began to shake his head yet again, I pinched his jaw in my hand. “Do it,” I said. “If I am truly the princess, you’re honor bound to serve me… or service me. As I choose, you will obey.”

“No fucking way,” he said.

“Yes, fucking way.” Now I gyrated my hips even more, shifting side to side so that he could feel my wetness. He still wore his britches, but they were only lightly secured. Using my body and my desire, I worked the tip of his cock free from his pants. I felt its head, smooth and warm against my slippery thighs. “Fuck me right now or I’m leaving you the first chance I get.”

Now, at long last, I had his full and passionate attention. “Never threaten me like that, princess,” he said, his voice gruff with danger tipping each word. He grabbed my hips hard as I pressed my pussy against his cock, pinning it between my body and his lower abdomen. “You’re mine,” he said, gripping me hard. “That hasn’t changed. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to defile my future queen. Fucking you would be treason.”

I laughed. “You’ve already fucked me.” Shifting my hips around his pelvis, I gave him ample chance to enter me, but he only maneuvered his cock away from my opening. I wasn’t going to stand for it. Not now, not ever. And so, I flattened my hand, drew it back, and connected with his cheek in a stinging slap. “Obey me.”

He thrust me off of him and got me on my knees, then returned my slap with a shocking spank of my left butt cheek. His physical strength startled me and in turn inspired a rush of wetness that made him growl when he touched it. With his erection between my legs from behind, his shaft sliding against my wetness, he enveloped my body with his.

He placed his hand on my throat, hard enough that I could feel my pulse against his palm. I wanted him inside me so badly it made me whimper. I tried to guide him to my throbbing slit, but he tightened his grip on my throat and drew my face back closer to his.

With his lips right up against my ear, he said, “Before I give you the gift of my cock, let’s get one fucking thing straight, princess. You obey me. Not the other way around.”

Bors

I bit the curve of her ear, hard enough to make her gasp. I could tell she liked that sting of pain from the way her pussy poured out its juices onto my aching cock.

While I had her on her knees, my hand on her throat, I felt her body rise up from behind. I wasn’t gentle and I wasn’t soft. I gripped her tits like handles on an unsteady ship, and rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, one after the other.

Moving back down again, I slid my palm over her belly, her pubic bone, and then made a V with my first and second fingers to part her hidden lips. With every gesture, I told her she was all fucking mine. I treated her like the possession that she was, and I made her know, made her feel, that every fucking perfect inch of her belonged to me. In my hands, she wasn’t fucking royalty. She was my whore, my cum vessel, the love of my fucking life.

Still with one hand against her throat, I tightened my grip on her windpipe. With my other hand I pressed the shaft of my dick against her slit and clit-fucked her with slow, intense strokes. “What do you want more than anything right now?” I growled into her ear.

She purred and I felt the vibrations of her breath against my palm. “Your cock inside me.”

I smiled to myself as I ground my cock against her clit, so that my balls tickled the sides of her inner thighs. Her predictability was fucking adorable. “Tough shit, your highness. I’m calling the shots tonight.”

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