Page 96 of Rags to Royals

This is all just a game. I would gladly carry her to bed, lay her back, and worship her all night. I’m putting her on her knees because this is what she wants. I love that I know her. I love that I know she loves this dirty side of herself as much as I do.

Hands still on her thighs, she starts to lean in, but I grip her hair. “Greedy,” I chide softly. “I haven’t heard a singleI’m sorryorpleasesince your knees hit the carpet.”

She looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “Please, Cian.”

“Please what?” I stroke my cock in front of her face again.

“Please can I suck your cock?”

I blow out a breath. This gorgeous, amazingly strong, big-hearted, wounded woman is saying this to me, and I just want totell her she’s incredible and buy her flowers and run her a bubble bath and make love to her.

But she needsthis.

I coach her. “Please can I use my mouth to make you feel good to make up for being a bad girl and keeping my pussy away from you for almost two years.” I tug on her hair slightly. “Say that.”

She repeats the words.

“Even though you made me feel better than anyone ever has,” I say.

She obediently says the sentence back to me.

“Even though you filled my pussy up and fucked me so well I didn’t take a step the next day without feeling you.”

I see her fingers dig into her thighs as she makes a soft moaning sound before she says the words.

“I’m sorry that I made you fuck your own hand, replaying every second of being with me every night instead of sinking into my perfect pussy.”

She whimpers softly, but again says the exact words.

Finally, I lean closer, dragging the head of my cock over her lips. “That was very wicked of you, Scarlett. And now that I have you here, alone, all to myself, I’m going to remind you of all the reasons you donotwant to do that again.”

She swallows hard. “Okay.”

“You can suck my cock now.”

Her tongue comes out, giving me a lick.

I hiss. “That’s it,” I urge.

I move my hand, and she wraps hers around the base. She strokes up and down as she takes more of me into her hot, slick mouth. Her tongue swirls around the top, then she slides me further in, sucking.

I grit my teeth. I taught her well last time. She remembers exactly what I like. And it has been alongnineteen months, andfuck, I’ve missed her hot, greedy mouth, her tongue, seeing her kneeling at my feet.

I want this to last. I want her to have this erotic moment. I want to remind her how fucking hot things are between us. But the chances of me lasting more than a couple of minutes are very slim.

“Take me deeper,” I urge.

She moans and I see her reach between her legs.

I pull on her hair. Her eyes come up to mine. “Don’t you dare touch yourself,” I growl. “You are going to just have to suffer a little, sweet witch, and remember that it’s your own fault.”

She brings that hand up to cup my balls and begins to work me faster, moving her hand up and down my length, taking me deeper.

I think for a moment of pulling her off but I know she likes to swallow—that was a very nice discovery—and fuck, I need her to take it all. “Need you to swallow, Scarlett,” I tell her.

She squeezes me and sucks harder and a moment later, I cup the back of her head as I come.

She takes all of me, happily, greedily. When she pulls back, she’s breathing hard. Her eyes are shiny with desire and her cheeks are pink.

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