Vicious Prince (Royal Elite 5)
She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Oh, wait.” My lips curve in a smirk. “You like pain with that, too?”
She says nothing.
I button my trousers back, and she watches the movement as if my dick will jump on her or something.
Truth be told, he does want to do that.
“If you didn’t plan to take Claire’s place, why did you kick her out?”
Her eyes harden, but she huffs and looks the other way.
“Huh. Is it because—”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” I approach her until once again she’s against a surface and I’m towering over her.
I’m starting to like this position, maybe even love it.
She seems to realise this fact as well since her nails dig into her arms.
Teal doesn’t back away though. She has this adorable habit of glaring even when she’s cornered.
There’s so much fight in her, and I want to explore it inch by agonising inch then maybe break it.
Definitely break it, so I can see what’s behind it.
“All I know is,” she says in a neutral voice, “if you do that again, I’ll also be having people go down on me in front of you. I’m your fiancée, and that makes me your equal, not your toy. If you disrespect me in front of other people, I’ll do the same.”
I smile, but there’s no humour behind it. “What makes you think I care?”
“Then continue. By all means, let’s see who’s the biggest exhibitionist between the two of us. For the record, I never lose.”
Fuck. This girl.
“You’re not going to La Débauche tonight.” Or ever, for that matter, but that’s for another day.
“Why not?” she taunts. “I can have someone strip me as I get on my knees for him. I feel like recreating the scene from just now.”
I grab her by her nape and she stills, her breath hitching. Fuck me, just one touch and she’s already this responsive.
What would it be like if I pinned her down and ate her out like she’s my last meal? Or better yet, if I fucked her without holding back, like I’ve always wanted?
“L-Let me go.”
“You might want to make that a bit more convincing,” I whisper.
“Ronan…”
“Oui, ma belle?”
“If you don’t let me go—”
“What? You’ll leave another love bite like the one on my lip?” I tap the slight cut that’s slowly healing.
Her gaze follows my finger and she swallows, her breaths crackling in the silence of the closet.