Vicious Prince (Royal Elite 5)

“You know, it should stop me. It did in the past. I don’t make girls sore — I make fucking love to them, but not with you, belle. I want to fuck you like a dirty little whore.”

The words should offend me, but they’re making me wet. Why do I love the sound of that on his lips.

“You like being mine to use.” He grips my thigh tighter. “Don’t you?”

He climbs on top of me, flicking my tormented nipple on the way before he grabs me, pulls me up so I’m sitting up halfway, and slams his lips to mine.

Unlike the other time, he doesn’t stop to take it slow. He invades me, conquers me, and most of all, he tastes of me: slightly sweet, a lot dirty.

I never kissed before. I liked to get it over with, and kissing got in the way of that. Any form of intimacy did.

The fact that I can’t get enough of Ronan’s kiss should be alarming — and it is. I just can’t seem to get enough.

There’s not enough kissing, not enough touching.

There’s simply not enough.

I’m starved for more.

So much more.

“You taste like fucking sin.” He breathes against me. “But do you know what will taste better?”

I shake my head, barely able to focus.

“My cum down your throat.”

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“My cum down your throat.”

I must be out of my mind, because the moment he says those words, I nearly moan.

It could be because I hardly cared about right or wrong before. It could be because I hoped for this somehow.

Either way, his words ignite a fierce tendril of desire within me.

Ronan grabs me by the arm and swings me over so I fall in front of the bed. Just like he kneeled to eat me out, I’m now on my knees, my nipples throbbing, my pussy aching, and my flimsy skirt is still around my waist, ruined by his fingers and my own arousal.

He slides to the edge of the bed and swings up to a standing position, towering over me like a god.

A death god.

I see it now, his name — the reason he’s nicknamed Death. It’s not because of his playing or any of that. It’s the way he finishes lives without making a sound.

He’s discreet but ruthless.

Appears loveable but is actually domineering.

Death.

And he’s now after me. I’m his next target, and for some reason, I think he’ll never let me go or be finished with me.

“Remember the blowjob you ruined today?” He raises an eyebrow.

I scowl up at him, not wanting to recall how that girl was in the same position I’m in now, on her knees, with no purpose but to please him.