Vicious Prince (Royal Elite 5)

No. I’m not her.

I’m no one’s replacement. I’m me, and Ronan is lucky. He’s damn lucky he gets me on my knees for him.

I’m only doing this because he already dropped to his knees for me not two minutes ago.

If you offer a god a sacrifice, he’ll let you go.

I don’t know why those words pop into my mind, but now that they’re there, I can’t get rid of them.

Besides, it’s not a sacrifice. If it’s that then I need to give up something valuable, but I’m not.

If anything…something is pushing me to do this.

“Did you get turned on while she was undressing me, ready to take my cum?” He grabs my chin, lifting my head up. “Or were you angry because it wasn’t you?”

I leave my lips in a line, refusing to answer him. He won’t get to me, and he sure as hell won’t get me to admit what I felt then, not when I don’t even like admitting it to myself.

“Unbutton me, belle. Make it good.”

“And if I don’t want to?” I whisper the question.

“Then I might tie you down.”

My eyes widen. “No. You read my file — it’s my hard no.”

“Then start unbuttoning.”

I stare at him for one second.

Two.

Three.

He reaches for me. “We’ll go with my plan.”

“I’ll do it.” My voice quivers as my shaking fingers undo his belt then the button of his trousers.

The fact that he plans and will go through with his threats pushes me into a different state of mind.

It’s like going through a dark forest, but instead of being afraid of its ghosts, I’m slightly eager to meet them, see them.

Touch them.

He releases my chin and strokes my hair out of my face — to get a better view of me, I suppose.

I pause once his trousers slide down his muscular thighs and pool around his legs. He remains in dark blue boxers that mould around his tight skin. I’ve seen his thighs before at games and in his extravagant selfies, but it’s the first time I want them on me. I don’t care how, but I want those thighs to crush me between them, to find out if they’re as strong as they look.

“Pull my dick out.” His voice wrenches me out of my fucked-up thoughts.

I will my fingers to stop trembling as I do just that.

Oh, God.

Ronan always — always — brags about how big he is, and I kind of hoped it was because he had some sort of a complex issue and was trying to hide his dick’s true size.

Well, the evidence is right in front of me.

He’s big, so big a shiver of fear goes through me. I’m no virgin, but this thing will hurt.