Page 27 of Shameless Royalty

“That’s… surprisingly poetic,” he says, his tone skeptical.

“Don’t get used to it,” I reply, smirking.

We walk for a while, the tension between us easing as the conversation flows. He tells me more about his time at university, his struggles to balance work and studies, and a bit about his favorite places to hike when he had the time.

It’s the most he’s opened up since he got here, and I can’t help but feel like I’ve cracked open a door I wasn’t supposed to find.He’s still guarded, still prickly, but he loosens up bit by bit, and when he laughs again, it lights up his whole face.

“See?” I say, grinning. “You’re not always miserable.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he says, throwing my words back at me.

But then the second part of my plan kicks in.

As we round the corner near the main gardens, one of the guards approaches. He’s tall and slender, with dark hair and a nervous energy that’s impossible to miss. He stops a few feet away, his gaze flicking between me and Malachi.

I glance at Malachi. “Wait here.”

“What?” he says, frowning. “Why—”

“Just wait,” I say, cutting him off. “Won’t take long.”

Malachi looks like he wants to argue, but I don’t give him the chance. I stride toward the man, who lowers his gaze as I approach.

“Bedroom,” I say simply, my voice low. “Now.”

The man’s cheeks flush, and he nods quickly. “Yes, sir.”

Before he can turn, I grab his chin and tilt his face up, brushing my lips against his in a quick kiss that turns deep and has my cock twitching. His breath catches, and for a split second, he looks like he might melt.

Then he straightens, murmurs another “Yes, sir,” and walks away.

I turn back toward Malachi, keeping my expression neutral, like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. But when I meet his eyes, the reaction is better than I could’ve hoped for.

He’s staring at me, wide-eyed, his face practically glowing red. His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again like he’s trying to find words and failing miserably.

“You alright there, Babyface?” I ask, smirking as I step closer.

“I…” He swallows hard, his gaze darting everywhere but at me. “What the fuck was that?”

“That?” I say casually. “That was none of your business.”

His blush deepens, and he crosses his arms over his chest, scowling. “But seriously, you’re lookin’ a little pink. You feelin’ okay?”

“Shut up,” he mutters, turning away to hide his face.

I chuckle, falling into step beside him as we head back toward the house. This is going to be even more fun than I thought.

Chapter 15

Connor

Thesubmissivekneelsinfront of me, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he looks up, eager to please. Normally, this would be all I need—someone obedient, willing, there to take everything I want to give and more. And I don’t hold back. Not this time.

He gags around my cock, his throat tightening, and I groan, the sound low and guttural. I push back into his mouth, my pace relentless.

“You’re going to swallow every fuckin’ drop, and then you’re going to thank me for it.”

He nods as best as he can, his lips stretched around me, his hands gripping my thighs for balance. It’s perfect—the submission, the control. It’s exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed.

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