Twisted Games (Twisted, #2)(74)

“There. That wasn’t so hard.” Rhys grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him. “Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in private, you’re my whore.” His other hand reached down and pinched my swollen clit until I squealed, and the beginning tremors of an orgasm rocked through me. “You’ll do what I say, when I say it, and you’ll take my cock however I want. Won’t you?”

Oh God. Another rush of moisture flooded between my legs.

“Yes,” I breathed.

The word hadn’t fully left my mouth before he swallowed it with a hard, knee-buckling kiss, and any vestiges of resistance crumbled.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the taste and feel of him. We’d been insatiable since the night in the gazebo, and I still couldn’t get enough.

The sneaking around, the late-night trysts and loaded glances in rooms full of people…it could all crash down around us at any second. But for once in my life, I didn’t care.

I’d never felt more alive.

“How was your day, sweetheart?” Rhys breathed against my lips, his tone gentling from moments ago.

“Good. Frustrating,” I said pointedly before I, too, softened my voice. “I missed you.”

I hadn’t seen him since breakfast.

His eyes crinkled into a beautiful smile, and my heart soared so high I thought I might float off the ground.

If I could have any three things in the world, it would be world peace, my parents back, and Rhys’s smiles forever.

“I missed you too.” He gave me a softer, lingering kiss before he slid his hand up my inner thigh again and a low groan escaped his throat. “You are soaked.” His tone returned to the hard, commanding one I was used to. “Bend over and lift your skirt.”

I obeyed, the prospect of having him inside me soon making my fingers shake as I bent over the desk and yanked my skirt over my hips.

“Take off your underwear.”

I slipped my hand into the waistband of my panties and shimmied them down until they pooled around my ankles.

Heat rose on my cheeks when I realized Rhys now had an unimpeded view of my vibrator and the mess it’d left behind—my panties completely drenched, my thighs slick with my juices.

Still, I was turned on enough to brush past my embarrassment.

I gripped the edge of the desk, my body taut with anticipation, but there was only silence. No words, no touch.

I twisted my head in confusion.

Rhys stood behind me, his eyes ravenous as he soaked me in. Between his hungry stare and my current position, I felt like a sacrificial lamb waiting for a lion to pounce and devour me.

“Spread your legs wider. Let me see that pretty pussy dripping for me.”

Heat scalded me from head to toe, but I did as he asked.

“So beautiful.” He palmed my ass with both hands and squeezed. “What would the good citizens of Eldorra say if they could see you now, hmm? Their prim and proper princess bent over and spread wide, waiting for a hard cock to fuck her.”

Was it possible to come from words alone? Because I was this close to doing so.

“Not just any cock,” I panted. “Yours. Now are you going to keep talking, or are you actually going to fuck me?”

Rhys laughed. He made quick work of his belt and pants, and my mouth dried. I would never get over how huge he was. Thick, long, and hard, the head already dripping pre-cum.

“That’s right.” He pulled the vibrator out and positioned the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Mine. Only mine. And don’t you forget it, princess.”

He drove into me with one deep thrust, and my initial yelp turned into a series of whimpering moans as he pounded me from behind. They mingled with his grunts, the creaking of the desk as it shook beneath the force of his fucking, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. A delicious, filthy symphony that muddled my thoughts until all I could focus on was the feel of him thrusting in and out of me—

“Bridget? Are you in there?”

Mikaela.

It took a few seconds for her voice to penetrate my sex-drenched fog, but once it did, my eyes flew open and I tried to stand up, only for Rhys to push me down again.

“Not done with you yet, princess.” He thrust into me again and clapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moan.

“Rhys, she’s right outside,” I hissed when he loosened his hold enough for me to speak. I desperately wanted to come, but my stomach churned at the prospect of being caught.

I could’ve pretended I wasn’t there, but Mikaela and I had a scheduled meeting I’d completely forgotten about until now.

“The door’s locked.”

“She could hear us.”

We spoke only loud enough for the other to hear, but to my paranoid ears, we might as well be shouting.

“Then you better keep quiet, hmm?” Rhys’s hot breath slid over my skin as he reached around to pinch my nipples. Another jolt of lust rocketed through me.

“Bridget.” Mikaela sounded impatient now. “The door’s locked. Is everything okay?”

“Y-yes. I’m”—Rhys slammed into me with a particularly brutal thrust—“coming!”

My last word devolved into a gasp as my orgasm crashed over me in a tidal wave.

I buried my face in my arms and bit down to stifle my screams.