Wicked Royals (Elites of Macedon High 1)

I feel her buck into my fingers and smile. In my mind, sweet little Alex loves the way I touch her, my experienced hands granting her more pleasure than she could ever handle. That’s why she ran away from me. That’s why she denied me and tried to hide behind her mother. She was afraid of what a man like me could make her feel.

Lusting after Ophelia became a thing of the past once Alex came of age. Her breasts drew my attention first, round melons ripe and ready to be caressed. I release her clit to touch one of those breasts, shuddering uncontrollably while my mouth waters to feel those perky nipples on my lips.

“Good girl,” I grunt. “Such a good girl…”

“I think I might come.”

The sound of Ophelia’s voice breaks my fantasy, enraging me. I release her tit and clamp my hand over her mouth, doubling my thrusts. I’m hoping that she’ll have bruises on her hips once I’m done. I ignore her cries and race after my eruption, unloading my seed inside of her. When I pull out, she wiggles her hips, begging me in lustful whispers to get her off.

“Haven’t I earned it?” she asks. “Please, Amos. Please let me have one.”

I pull my cock out and squeeze the head, wringing every last drop out of me. God, what a fucking waste. I should be burying my cock inside that innocent little pussy hiding upstairs, but she won’t have me.

Yet.

Getting Ophelia off is inconvenient for the moment, but well worth the reward later. I scrub her clit until she shudders and claws at the surface of the table. By the time she’s done, my watch beeps, indicating the next meeting I need to catch. Even with our deal, I still have to handle my own shit.

I pat her ass. “Clean yourself up, dear. I have to run.”

“All right,” she huffs. “See you later?”

“Of course, my love.”

I fix my cock in my pants, kiss her temple, and gather my things before drifting into the hall bathroom. I set my things down and go about cleaning myself, trying to wash the smell of Ophelia off my fingers. If that was Alex, I’d wear that scent all day. It’s a goddamn aphrodisiac that would just make me run right back to her for more.

I’ll have her under my control soon, I reflect while relieving my bladder. I finish up and wash my hands again, studying my reflection. It’s easy enough with Ophelia. It shouldn’t take too long to break Alex, too.

As soon as I’m done, I leave the bathroom and head to my car. I set everything I need on the passenger seat and rest for a while, listening to the winter wind howl around the car. Whether the deal with Ophelia goes through isn’t of much consequence to me. I have a greater line in the water, one that will catch a damn whale if I play my cards correctly.

Ophelia and Alex are mere pieces in a greater puzzle. What The Persian offered better still be on the table.

Or he’ll have fucking hell to pay.