Heir (Royally Hot 4)

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 22

Vasile

We 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 told 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 understand a new meaning to punishment,” 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 for sure!”

I popped it open for her and handed it over. “I stopped by my father’s estate today. I told you I would find it for you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You saw your father today?”

“Yes. There were urgent things we needed to discuss.”

“And Petre?”

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. “With your father, I mean.”

“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.

“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.

“Fuck,” I said, letting the inside of my elbow cover my eyes.

She was so fucking sexy, it had to be a dream. It just had to be. I tried to force myself to wake up, but there she was when I opened my eyes, taking a long draw of the dark cigarette, letting her eyes flutter shut with the pleasure of it as the sweet smoke trailed out of her nostrils.

She passed it over to me, watching me now, and letting her golden honey curtain of hair fall over her shoulders, the loose curls tickling my pecs.

Handing the cigarette back to her, I exhaled and watched her take another draw. She closed her eyes luxuriously, and plucked a stray bit of clove off of her tongue, flicking it aside with her thumb and ring-finger.