Wild Heir (Fated Royals 4)

“Oh, God,” she moaned, letting me know she was getting close.

Atta fucking girl. Still focusing on her clit, I gave her exactly what she needed, and goddamn… it was exactly what I needed, too. I loved this dance with her—this yin and yang, this ruthlessness and softness.

Never in my life had I imagined finding this kind of bliss. Never had I expected to be so fucking happy. Never had I expected to find someone who could wrench my power from me, with nothing more than a glance. It was what I always needed. And here she was.

Every ram of my hips got me closer and closer. As soon as I heard her and felt her turning the corner into her orgasm, I doubled down on my thrusts, feeling my balls swell with seed. She hung onto me tight, keeping us cheek to cheek.

Her orgasm came this time not as a scream but as a sob, a sound so sexy and primal that it plunged me into orgasm like a goddamned starting pistol. I couldn’t have fought that need even if I’d wanted to. As strong as I was, I was powerless against that pussy of hers.

As I came inside her, I knew that I was so far gone for her, I’d never be whole without her. I didn’t give a fuck what happened with our families. She was my most cherished possession. And I swore then and there, as I exploded inside her heavenly pussy, that I’d burn down the motherfucking world before I gave her up.Chapter 18VasileWe lay there for a while in front of the fire, me embracing her from behind, her wrapped up safe in my arms. As the fire began to burn low, I worried that she’d catch a chill. But also I had a surprise for her. I rolled my body away from hers, covered her up, and put another log on the fire as I stoked the embers with the poker.

“Sorry I called you that earlier,” she said softly. “About, you know…when you first got back.”

Hearing the cringe in her voice made me smile, but I kept my face away from her so she couldn’t see me.

“You call me a ‘good boy’ again and you will not sit without a wince for a week,” I said, keeping my voice stern. Gutsy as fuck, her talking to me like that. Truth be told, I loved her for it. But that didn’t mean I wanted to get her thinking she could act like that often. Eyeing her cold over my shoulder as I added another log, I said, “Never again.”

She swallowed hard. “Understood.”

Once the fire was roaring, I walked naked across the library and picked up my jacket. I heard her inhale sharply, and she popped up from the blankets and scattered pillows now on the floor.

“I’m not leaving.” I told her, and searched my pockets for what I was after. I found it in the inside pocket and held it up for her to see.

“My cigarette case!” she said, “I thought it was lost forever.”

I popped it open for her and handed it over. “I told you I’d find it for you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “So, what exactly did you need to do at your father’s today?”

“There were things we needed to discuss.”

“And Petre? Did you see him?”

I tried to act casual, but even the mention of his name made me nauseous.

“I saw him briefly.”

“Does he know about us?”

“Not yet. But when he does, I will protect you, Valeria. You have my word.”

She kept her eyes on mine, sizing me up, then nodded and looked down at the case in her hands.

“What sort of things did you discuss?” she asked, a tight worry in her voice.

“Things. Things that will protect you, and me. Things for us. That’s all I want to say right now. There is more to it, but until things are settled, leave it at that.”

There was a long pause. She kept her eyes on mine, waiting for more, but I kept silent and after a few more deep breaths, she softened, leaving the subject alone for now which was a relief. I know she hates our family business, and in time I’ll prove to her things are going to change.

“Thank goodness you found it,” she said, with a happy flush in her cheeks. She rose up on her knees, naked and sex-ravaged. I’d marked her shoulder with a greedy bite mark, and already bruises were forming on her hips from where I’d gripped her as we fucked. Tucking her feet beneath her, she popped open the small clasp. “Want one?”

“I’ll share yours,” I told her, and lay down beside her on the rug to watch her.

She had a particular dark sexiness when she lit her cigarette, and having it in her hand made her bolder right away. With a few graceful shifts of her knees and body, she straddled me there in front of the fire. Her spread pussy pressed into my abs, and my half-hard cock sprang to life instantly.