Ruthless Princess (Mafia Royals 1)

I’ll never forget the look on her face when they set the crown on her head; it wasn’t an expression of excitement or even happiness; it was weariness, and I knew why.

That crown was her reality.

And that crown—was fucking heavy.

I lifted it off the bookcase and brought it over to her, then very gently placed it on her head. “Your majesty.”

With trembling hands, I gripped her hips and moved to my knees. Then I drew a heavy breath, glanced up at her, and whispered, “With my mouth—I worship.”

And without hesitation. I, a mere servant. Feasted.

She held onto my head for balance, but I needed to taste more of her, I needed my tongue to slide deeper, I wanted my mouth coated in everything that was my queen.

Her hips bucked against me as I held her in place, and then, irritated that I wasn’t getting the perfect angle to quench my hunger, I stood, picked her up by the ass and tossed her backward onto the bed.

She bounced up, and her crown slipped sideways, but her eyes locked onto me, refusing to let go.

I crawled onto the bed, wordlessly gripping her thighs and pulling them over my shoulders while she went limp and gave in, her eyes hooded with lust.

“Watch me,” I hissed. “Watch me claim you with my mouth.”

A little whimper escaped from between her parted lips as I lowered my head, bowing to her, loving her, giving her every dark, twisted piece of my soul that I had left.

Her taste was my poison.

My addiction.

My soon to be benediction.

And I would never have enough.

Her fingers twisted in my hair as I sucked, and when her body went completely rigid, I abruptly stopped.

“Junior.,” She shook her head back and forth. “Why? Why’d you stop?”

“Because.” I pinched her sensitive skin and grinned. “I want to watch.”

She didn’t hold back.

And I didn’t stop watching.

It was burned in my brain, the way she responded to my mouth, my hands.

With a shudder, she finally sat up, pulled the crown from her head and placed it on mine, and with a smug grin said. “It’s my turn to serve.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Serena

I told myself I wouldn’t fall asleep in his arms.

And I did exactly that after we physically exhausted each other.

Junior’s arm was heavy around my body as he held me possessively with his left, while the right was tucked under his head like a pillow. His hair was mussed like a halo around his head, even though it was shaved on the sides, the top was so long it flopped to the side and looked so ridiculously sexy even in his sleep, that I wanted to throat punch him.

His full lips parted as he sighed and pulled me closer.

The eagle tattoo on his neck seemed darker this close up; actually all his tattoos seemed darker. I started tracing the Nicolasi crest on his chest when he suddenly gripped my hand, his eyes flashing open. “Shit.”

“What?” My heart almost stopped.

“We fell asleep.” His eyes searched mine. “I’m sorry,” he groaned and then stretched his arms above his head, making the muscles in his abs clench and damn I wanted to lick my way up while working him into another sex-fueled frenzy.

“Stop looking at me like that.” His voice was low, sleepy, so sexy that I couldn’t help but spread my hands across his chest and then dig my nails in.

A throat cleared.

Without thinking, I reached for the gun on my nightstand at about the same time Junior did the same, both of us aiming toward the throat clearing by the door.

“Fuck, man.” Junior lowered his gun. “How long have you been standing there?”

Ash shrugged, running his hands through his thick whiskey-colored hair before leaning against the dresser. “I was sitting at one point… I think.”

“You think?” I said incredulously. “Ash, are you—”

His blue eyes flashed to mine. Hurt. Pain. So much pain that I wanted to look away, I wanted to take it all away. “Do. Not. Ask. If. I’m. Okay.”

I held up my hands and gulped while his bright blue eyes locked onto Junior like some sort of understanding was passing between them.

“What’s going on?” Junior finally asked, leaning back against the headboard, appearing way more relaxed than I felt since the assassin of the group, aka Chase’s son, had just caught us in bed naked.

If this had happened before, I would have had a gunshot to the head. I wasn’t stupid back then; immature yes, stupid no. I’d just had no idea Ash would do anything to keep us safe, including listening to Chase when he said to break us up.

Ash’s eyes were wild as he shoved away from the dresser and started pacing back and forth. I didn’t realize he had a knife in his hand until he used it to scratch the back of his neck like it was normal to use the point of a dagger to get the job done.