Page 126 of Princes of Hollywood

“Roarke.” I gasp and grab onto his arm.

“Can’t let any escape, poppet.” He rubs his jaw against mine. His stubble prickles my skin and makes me arch into his sweaty chest. “I’m going to keep you full of cum. Mine. Theirs. Ours.”

He thrusts his fingers in deep over and over again, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. When he pulls his fingers out, he holds them to my lips. His eyes meet mine, almost daring me to. I open and he slides his fingers into my mouth.

I taste me and Aiden combined. Fuck. I close my eyes and moan.

“You like the taste, poppet? Me too.” He drops his shorts onto the ground and steps between my legs, teasing his cock against my entrance and tipping my head back to look at him. “Aiden’s right. You could be addictive. Give me another taste.”

He thrusts inside me and claims my mouth with his, lifting me against him. Kissing me deeply, he takes me into the shower and presses me against the wall. I hold onto his shoulders as he looks between us. He pulls out and pushes back in, watching his cock shuttle in and out of my pussy.

“You sore yet, poppet?” His gaze lifts to mine.

I shake my head and he smirks. His eyes turn serious.

“You tell me if it’s too much. I don’t ever want to hurt you. Promise me, poppet?”

My heart softens. I cup his jaw in my hands, loving the buzz of his stubble against my palms. “I promise, Roarke.”

“Fuck, poppet, say my name. I love your voice.” He fucks me harder, every thrust touching me so fucking deep. “I’m going to need to teach you to dirty talk. I’ll get Wyatt to write you some lines.”

I can’t focus on his words as he fucks me.

My nipples rub against his bare chest. He goes back to watching his cock sliding in and out. Fuck, I’m already getting so close again.

“So many things to do to you. We could spend the whole day fucking, poppet. I want to see you take Wyatt’s cock again. Splitting you open. You should suck him. Fuck, when you choke on him, your cunt will tighten around my cock like a vise.”

“Roarke?”

“Yes?” He meets my eyes and pinches my clit.

I cry out his name as I topple over the edge. He quickens his pace.

“That’s right, poppet. Say my name.”

He thrusts in deep, and I say in his ear, “Roarke.”

Shaking, he comes with a roar deep inside me. We stay like that for a few minutes to catch our breath. When he finally lets me down, my legs shake. He pulls me against him as he washes us, telling me a story about the time a set only had one shower and everyone was coated in mud.

I rest my head against his chest and let him take care of me, enjoying it while it lasts.

Before we finally go downstairs, Roarke refuses to let me go to my room to at least grab panties. Instead, he puts his shirt on over my head. It’s almost the same length as the dress I wore last night, but I’m constantly pulling at the hem to make sure everything is covered.

“It’s fine, poppet.” He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. All playfulness vanishes as I take in the serious faces around the table. My heart pounds, and I want to run back upstairs. Back where everything was good.

Wyatt holds out his hand to me and I take it, letting him pull me onto his lap.

“What’s happened?” Roarke takes the chair next to me and Wyatt.

Mason sets a tablet on the table. “Someone took a picture last night. Publicity is on top of it and trying to purchase the exclusive to keep it from going out.”

I glance at the picture. It’s Aiden and me kissing on the patio. It’s a little fuzzy, but it’s clear to me. I’m not sure what this means, but it can’t be good.

“Fuck.” Roarke rubs the back of his neck and glances at me.

“What does this mean?” I ask.

“We have to get the exclusive, or someone can publish it.” Mason leans back in his chair, studying me.

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