Vicious Prince (Royal Elite #5)(31)

I whimper at the loss of contact. “W-What? Why…?”

I can’t even speak like a normal human being.

“Told you I’ll stop if you don’t keep your hands on the sheets.”

I let go of his mane of hair and slam my hands back on either side of me, panting as if I’ve been running up a hill. “I’ll be good.”

His eyes darken with indecipherable emotions. It’s like the rich brown wants to become black, potent, and wild with fury.

I might not understand the emotion behind the change, but I know something tickled him in some way.

“Repeat that.” He speaks low against my core, and I feel the vibrations on my sensitive skin.

“I-I’ll be good,” I whisper.

That’s all it takes.

He curls his tongue against my hypersensitive clit, and it’s like he never stopped.

It’s like he’s able to throw me over the edge without even trying. It’s my fantasy, and yet he’s smashing it, ruining it, moulding it so it’s almost his, not mine.

And in some way, it’s even better than my original one.

My back snaps upright as he wrenches a strong orgasm from me. Tiny shivers crawl up my spine then explode all over my skin. It’s not my first orgasm, but it feels like it is; it’s stronger and owns me whole.

Just like the one who brought it out of me.

I hide my face in the pillow to erase the sound. It comes out like a muffled shriek, something you’d hear in dark alleys late at night.

I’m still riding my orgasm when a sharp slap hits my pussy. I shriek, my eyes fluttering open. I stare, incredulous, as Ronan’s face emerges from between my legs.

“Why…why did you do that?” I pant through my pain mixed with agonising pleasure.

“Don’t hide your screams again or it won’t just be my palm against your cunt. Let’s try again, and this time, scream.”

He yanks my legs apart, stretching me wide before his lips go back to my swollen clit. He doesn’t even bother with taking it slow. It could be because I’ve never been so turned on in my life, or it could be because of his maddeningly fast pace.

It could be both.

This time, the wave hits me harder and much quicker.

I scream, my head rolling back and my eyes fluttering closed. “Ronan…oh, Ronan...”

“That’s right. Me.” He nips on my tortured clit. “Just me.”

I writhe on the bed, my nails digging into the sheet, unable to keep quiet or still. He’s turning me into someone even I don’t recognise.

“Ronan…”

“What do you want, belle?” He speaks against me, the vibration of his voice turning me delirious. “Maybe you’ll get inspiration after another orgasm.” He licks me from the top to the bottom of my slit, and I shiver. “I still can’t get my fill of you.”

“I-I’m…I’m…”

“What?”

“S-sore.”

“So?” He emerges from between my legs and suggestively licks his lips.

The fact that he’s licking me off him should be repulsive, but it isn’t.

Shit, why isn’t it?

“You know, it should stop me. It did in the past. I don’t make girls sore — I make fucking love to them, but not with you, belle. I want to fuck you like a dirty little whore.”

The words should offend me, but they’re making me wet. Why do I love the sound of that on his lips.

“You like being mine to use.” He grips my thigh tighter. “Don’t you?”

He climbs on top of me, flicking my tormented nipple on the way before he grabs me, pulls me up so I’m sitting up halfway, and slams his lips to mine.

Unlike the other time, he doesn’t stop to take it slow. He invades me, conquers me, and most of all, he tastes of me: slightly sweet, a lot dirty.

I never kissed before. I liked to get it over with, and kissing got in the way of that. Any form of intimacy did.

The fact that I can’t get enough of Ronan’s kiss should be alarming — and it is. I just can’t seem to get enough.

There’s not enough kissing, not enough touching.

There’s simply not enough.

I’m starved for more.

So much more.

“You taste like fucking sin.” He breathes against me. “But do you know what will taste better?”

I shake my head, barely able to focus.

“My cum down your throat.”





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“My cum down your throat.”

I must be out of my mind, because the moment he says those words, I nearly moan.

It could be because I hardly cared about right or wrong before. It could be because I hoped for this somehow.

Either way, his words ignite a fierce tendril of desire within me.

Ronan grabs me by the arm and swings me over so I fall in front of the bed. Just like he kneeled to eat me out, I’m now on my knees, my nipples throbbing, my pussy aching, and my flimsy skirt is still around my waist, ruined by his fingers and my own arousal.

He slides to the edge of the bed and swings up to a standing position, towering over me like a god.

A death god.