Royal Obsession (Fated Royals 3)

Each time I took his length fully into my throat, he let out a bestial groan of pleasure that made it that much easier for me to suppress my gag reflex. As I came up, I sucked in a deep breath and then deep-throated him more than I had before. And I stayed there, with eyes watering, and my tongue massaging his head deep in the back of my throat.

“Fuck.” He dug his hand into my hair, keeping me down one second longer, before releasing me for a gulp of air.

I was ready to do it again, my body thrumming with the power of giving him such pleasure, but he pulled me off of him. With a come here flick of his fingers, he scooted back on the mattress on his back.

“Ride me.”

“I don’t know how,” I said, in disbelief that I was ever able to take all of that inside of me.

“Fucking figure it out,” he said, all cocky and sexy and delicious.

Tentatively at first, I knee-walked up his body on the mattress. When I was above his cock, I waited for him to position himself at my opening. But he didn’t. Instead he tucked his hands behind his head, gave me a saucy stare, and waited.

I can do this. I know I can.

Holding myself up above him, I reached between my legs, taking his cock in my right hand. Then I positioned his head at what I was certain was my opening, and began to lower myself down. I expected him to slide inside me, but I wasn’t in quite the right place. I felt his cock bend slightly beneath me and he hissed.

“Careful now, Princess. You own that cock. Don’t fucking break it.”

Oops. Another try. This time I lubricated his tip with my wetness and wiggled my hips side to side when I thought I had him in the right place. I felt my opening part for him, that tell-tale pressure of penetration. He grunted to tell me I had it right, and then I slowly eased myself down onto him.

I felt the burn in my thighs as I took all of him, slowly, slowly, slowly inching myself down to take his length into me as deep as it would go. Once I lowered all of my weight onto him, or at least most of him—he was too big to fit completely inside me—he arched his head back.

“Holy shit, I missed you.”

The movement of riding him was immediately to familiar to me. It was almost exactly like riding hunt-seat in the forest. Same muscles. Same movement.

The most natural thing in the world. And oh, my lord, it felt so, so good. Every penetration sent a shiver up my spine. I even found myself pinching my nipples, which drove him absolutely wild.

“How the fuck did you get so good at this?” He asked, gripping my hips while I rode him.

“Practice.” I lowered myself down onto him, squeezed his cock hard with every internal muscle I could engage, and then slowly came back up on my knees almost to the point of letting him slip out. But not quite.

“Practice?” He sounded genuinely furious.

Being on top of him empowered me, and it made me daring in a way that I’d never been when I was beneath him.

Push him. Test him. Risk it.

“Mmhmm,” I said, taking him deep inside me again. “That’s what you get when you leave a newly dirtied virgin all by herself for a week.”

His face flashed with anger—intense, dangerous fury. Without warning, he thrust me off of him, grabbed me by the hair and forced me across the room. His erection pressed against my butt, and I gasped with the pleasure-pain of the agony he was giving me by pulling my hair. He got right up close to my ear.

“You better be fucking joking.”

I’d gone too far and I made a quick retreat.

“It’s only you. It will only ever be you.”

Forcing me face down against the table, which was so big my toes barely touched the floor, he drove his cock into me, making me scream against the rough old oak.

“Hang on tight, Princess,” he snarled, as he pounded me ruthlessly. “I want every fucking person in this castle to hear you scream my goddamned name.”

As he unleashed his primal intensity into me, the table thumped the door with every drive of his body into mine.

With every pound, with every thrust, with every thigh-bruising ram of his cock into my body, I did as he said.

“Maksim.”

“Maksim.”

“My brother.”

“My husband.”

“My god, my god, my god.”

Only then, when I had screamed and come and dissolved into nothing for him, did he pump his seed into my womb.

Chapter 17

Maksim

I was behind her, half asleep, with my cock between her legs when the noise of heavy footsteps made me open my eyes. The whump of a battering ram came next, followed by the oak table flying across the room and the door bursting open. I leapt out of Anika’s bed and seized my dagger, just in time to see guards pour into the room, like roaches. I didn’t even have time to count the fuckers before they parted to clear a way for the king of the roaches himself: my father.