Royal Obsession (Fated Royals 3)

She cried out in pain, bucking against me, as the scent of a fresh trickle of her wetness met my nose.

“Don’t you ever…” I snarled in her ear.

“Never,” she panted. “Never.”

With that, I released the pinch, and she hissed out a breath. I watched her pin her tongue between her teeth. She moaned, almost a cat-like purr.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasped, surprised. And pleased.

I went back to stroking her, now using my middle finger while keeping her folds parted with my first and third. I was close to her opening, really fucking close, but I wasn’t going to penetrate her. Not yet.

“And it’s not just the running away that pisses me off,” I told her. “It’s that you were so fucking unprepared. No provisions. No decent weapons. What the fuck is that?”

“I wasn’t… I don’t….”

“Save it,” I said, working her cunt up into a froth before yanking my hand away. She whined in protest, but I was two steps ahead of her. Gently but firmly, I grasped her by the back of the neck and pushed her forward. “Get on your knees.”

This time, there was no back talk. Progress. She did just as she was asked, placing her knees on the saddle pad, her ass in the air. Sweet little feet pushed together, toes curled. I got on my knees behind her and slipped my left arm between her thighs and stomach to keep her steady. For one second, I took in the scene. My stepsister. Buck naked, on her knees in front of me. Waiting for me to do whatever I wanted.

Sometimes life fucking sucked. But sometimes, I was seriously goddamned grateful to be alive. Her glistening pussy was all the meaning I’d ever need to find in life.

Anika shifted her hair off her back and peeked back at me. I answered her with a raised eyebrow. Don’t make me tell you to turn the fuck around.

I heard her fearful gulp as she returned to face the fire. Her fear sent a pulse down my cock like I’d never experienced before. And it made me absolutely fucking desperate to get inside her.

Fuck, I hated her as much as I loved her. She stripped me of all my control, of all my sanity. And it was high time she was punished for it.

The spank was flat handed, a perfect smack on her ass cheek. Full contact, all five fingers and palm. She bowed her back and came up high on her arms. “What was that for?” She sucked in a breath that hollowed out her stomach in the most gorgeous way.

“For being a spoiled brat,” I said, landing another, and another. “For not coming to me first, for leaving unprepared, for being a fucking nightmare to find.”

Her ass looked sexy when it was creamy but way fucking sexier when it was pink. A hand-shaped welt bloomed up from her ass cheek. She was going to feel that tomorrow.

But it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

I wanted her thinking about this for days. Again and again I spanked her, until her ass went from pink to scarlet red. She wriggled hard against my grip, fighting me all the fucking away. But not until she gave up that fight, just a little, did I stop her punishment.

“We clear? You disobey me, you fail to trust me, you’re in for a fuckload worse than a spanking.” I tensed up my muscles to let her feel my power even more, jiggling her hips with a jerk of my arm. “Tell me you understand.”

She nodded, her body relaxing as I soothed the red mark with gentle touches.

“I understand. And I’m so sorry.” Now she peeked back over her shoulder again. Her eyes were softer, less willful, like I’d pulled some of that wildfire from her at last.

“I really am. I had no idea I could turn to you. But now I know.” She stayed propped up on one arm, while with the other she ran her fingertips softly down my forearm, still hooked under her belly. Then she slipped her fingers between mine, knitting them together, with her small, soft palm over the back of my hand.

She was killing me with all this tenderness. It was fucking overwhelming to me. I’d had no idea how she’d react to all this, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine—did I dare hope—that she’d warm to me like this. I wanted to be inside her, I needed to be inside her, and I was losing my discipline to stay outside that sweet pussy for much longer.

Using her position on her knees to my advantage, I hoisted her up a few inches higher and then began to explore her folds with my tongue from behind. She let out a fantastic gasp of surprise as I touched her clit for the first time, and her body responded with a trickle of thick, sticky wetness. I licked it up and tasted her for the very first time, moaning against the spanked, hot flesh of her ass as I did.