The Controversial Princess (The Smoke & Mirrors Duology #1)(26)

“I want you.” Another teasing touch of the vibrating tip on my clit sends pleasure ripping through me, but just as quickly, he pulls it away, leaving me a panting, despairing mess.

“You have me,” I pant, yanking on my restraints to demonstrate.

“I mean again. And maybe again after that.”

I still, pleasure draining from me quickly, being replaced with caution. “What?”

He smiles a small smile. “You’re flighty.”

“Where have you heard that?” I ask, unreasonably indignant. I’m flighty because there’s no point getting attached.

He shrugs. “Rumors.”

“I’ve told you, rumors are rumors.”

“And I’m quickly figuring out that all rumors I’ve heard about Princess Adeline of England are true.”

“And your point is what?”

“I don’t have a point.”

“Then what is the bloody point?” I’m getting wound up, but not in a sexual way. I’m agitated. So what if I am flighty? What does it matter to Josh Jameson? I’m not necessarily flighty through choice. The King catches wind of me seeing someone and takes the necessary steps to halt it going further, whether it be blackmail or something else. I never ask, because I never want to see them again, anyway. I don’t get attached. And there is my point. From the moment Josh Jameson and I started sparring with words and chemistry, I knew I could quite easily get a little addicted to his disregard for who I am, his playfulness, his wickedness, and his ego. He is like nothing I’ve dealt with in the past. He’s not tiptoeing around me, treating me like a lady, bowing to me. He’s doing the exact opposite, and it is quite possibly the worst thing he could do. Because I like it. I like him. I like the fact that he’s keeping me in my place with his palm and a few leather bounds. I like the feeling of abandon when he takes charge. I’m always so hell-bent on being defiant and strong-willed; it’s a relief to hand the control over to someone who I actually want to have it. And all this is worrying. Very worrying, because when the King finds out, there will be no playing anymore. There will be no more Josh Jameson. It will be game over.

Josh studies me for a few quiet moments, the vibrator still buzzing in his hand. “The point is,” he whispers, dropping a gentle kiss on my lips. “I want you to agree to play with me again.”

“You call this playing?” I half laugh, despite very much enjoying myself.

“Don’t pretend you’re not having an amazing time.” He teases my clit with the tip of my vibrator again, and I stiffen everywhere as a result, gritting my teeth. “I’ll admit,” he goes on, “at first you were a challenge.”

I roll my eyes to myself. I already knew that. “Lucky me.”

“But now,” He gets his face close to mine, and I breathe in, waiting for what might come next. Now, what? “Now I’m thinking nailing it won’t be enough.” He smiles when I balk. “So, will you play with me again, Your Highness?”

Nailing it? The nerve. “Make me come.”

He pulls back, refocusing his attention further down my body. “I decide when your orgasms come. Not you.” One more tease of my clitoris increases my body temperature, as I lift my hips to try and seize the looming climax. But he pulls it away, a cocky eyebrow raised. “Say yes.”

“Before you make me come?”

“Yes.”

“No.” I slam my head back. “I’m not bargaining for an org … ohh.” My body locks up when the vibrator pushes firmly into my clit, pushing my simmering blood quickly back to boiling point. My hips flex against the pressure, savoring the sweet sensations.

“Agree,” he whispers in my ear, licking the sensitive spot beneath my lobe. “Agree to play with me again.”

“You sound desperate.”

“I am. I want you and me to be a rumor, Your Highness.”

“Okay,” I breathe, lost in ecstasy, vulnerable to his every demand. Right now, with pleasure drenching me, I would agree to anything. “Kiss me.”

His lips touch mine as he works me with the vibrator, my arms locked at the elbow. “Talk to me,” Josh demands. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Good.” I roll my tongue through his mouth, savoring the hint of Scotch mixed with his scent. “So good.”

Biting my bottom lip harshly, I get a hint of the coppery taste of blood as he maneuvers quickly, pulling the vibrator away and replacing it with his mouth. Licking, sucking, biting, kissing. I’m done for. I tumble into an abyss of unspeakable pleasure, feeling totally weightless, my body trembling deliciously as the most satisfying orgasm rips through me. “Oh … my … God.” I arch my back, my arms going rigid against my restraints as Josh feasts on me, his whole mouth encasing me and sucking me dry.

“Hmm,” he mumbles in appreciation. His fingers claw into the flesh of my thighs until my body liquefies and goes lax beneath him. I keep my eyes closed, breathing shallow and low, willing my heartbeats back to a steady rhythm.

“Jesus,” I exhale, so unbelievably sated and relaxed.

“Royal pussy tastes as fine as I imagined.” Josh’s voice is husky as he pecks light kisses on my sensitive button of nerves, before moving his mouth to my thighs, and then working his way up my navel to my breasts, flicking his tongue across each nipple. “Fuckin’ delicious,” he declares, and I smile as his tongue makes it to mine and he wipes his lips across my mouth. Lifting his face, I catch the evidence of my release smeared around his lips, his tongue sweeping across them to clean up the remnants. Oh Jesus, I have never seen anything so erotic. “And now I’m keen to find out if your cunt around my cock will feel as good as I’ve imagined.”