Wild Heir (Fated Royals 4)

It was a credit to her that the mention of him didn’t blunt my hard-on at all. But there was a time and a place to discuss all that—and this most definitely wasn’t it.

“Don’t fucking mention him,” I warned her, soothing her bruised nipple with some tender licks.

She gave me an unsure little smile and looped her legs around me the way she had in the pool.

“Okay,” she lowered her chin, tightening her lips to her teeth.

The look on her face made my heart ache in my chest. She was way the fuck over her head; she didn’t know which way was up. I took comfort in knowing that I would be her first, that I would treat her right. That she’d feel pleasure and pain from me, instead of just pain alone.

“I’m going to tell you the rules,” I told her. “Do not question them. Do not test them. If you do, I’ll walk right out of this room and I won’t come back until you learn to obey.”

Now she was serious, focused and attentive. She nodded at me.

“Say it,” I told her.

“I understand.”

“Rule one. When I tell you to something, you do it. No variations. No surprises. When I speak, it’s for a reason. I say what I want and it’s your job to give that to me.”

She nodded quickly and answered, “I understand.”

“Rule two. Trust me. Completely. When I take you, remember I just broke the fucking law to get to you. To keep you safe. To keep you close. So I will not hurt you more than you need to be hurt.”

That word hurt gave her pause, and she searched my face as if looking for some hidden meaning there. I didn’t tell her anything more.

“I understand,” she said, with a deep breath of anticipation.

Now I released her wrists, though she kept them there where I’d placed them above her head.

Good girl.

I palmed the knife, rotating it in my grip so that the blade was away from her, though she couldn’t see that for herself. With the blunt edge of the tip, I traced a line down her beautiful body.

Down her throat, her breastbone, her belly button. Then, keeping the knife against her thigh, I traced that same line with my tongue. As I licked my way down toward her pussy, I adjusted my body and shifted my hips so that my raging hard-on lay flat against the mattress.

“Open your legs, bent at the knee. Pillow behind your head,” I told her.

She paused for one second, watching me closely, and then did exactly as I asked, in the correct order. Now we’re fucking talking.

“Good girl,” I said, and then situated myself between her legs, with my face mere inches from her honey-sweet cunt.

I ate her out like it was my purpose in life as she moaned and purred, twisted and bucked, calling for God and Jesus and me all in the same breath. She tasted fucking amazing, and the heady scent of her cunt filled my brain and body like a double shot of whiskey.

Her clit was already swollen with desire, but the more I worked on her the more swollen it became. Once I’d had a solid dose of her, I pulled away slightly, not even bothering to wipe her wetness from my lips.

Her head lifted from the pillow and she looked at me as if to ask, with her innocent eyes, why in the world I had stopped. By way of answer, I pressed the steel of the blade against her creamy soft thigh. Her eyes flashed as it touched her.

I fucking loved dancing this dance with her—this game of power and play, this negotiation of fear and need.

“When you come, just fucking let it happen,” I told her. “No writhing, no squirming, no tipping your hips for more or less. This orgasm is a gift. So you just fucking take it.”

“Yes,” she said instantly. Confident yet submissive. “Understood.”

“Good. Now lay back. Close your eyes.”

I didn’t make it easy for her to stay still.

With my tongue and my free hand, I teased her clit and opening, without ever penetrating her. When I felt her approaching orgasm, I backed off once and then a second time.

Her body was betraying her, though, and she was getting greedy. When I lessened my intensity, she shimmied her hips to beg for more.

Don’t you fucking dare.

I pressed the blade against her harder to warn her not to be disobedient. She inhaled sharply, then relaxed her whole body.

Once I was sure I had her back under control, I gave her a few nice long licks with the widest part of my tongue, then flicked her clit over and over again until I felt her entire being tense.

Then and only then did I let her come for me. She came strong and hard, screaming my name again and again. Before she’d even finished coming, I tossed the knife aside, got up on my knees and pumped my cock a few times for her.