Page 67 of Shameless Royalty

This fucking brat just thanked me.

A slow grin spreads across my face, and I tighten my grip on his hips, my thumbs brushing over the curve of his waist.

“Oh, Malachi,” I murmur, my voice low as I grip his chin, forcing him to look at me. “You’re a natural fuckin’ submissive, aren’t you?”

His cheeks flush as he glares at me. “I’m not—”

“Don’t even try to deny it,” I interrupt, my smirk widening as I lean in, my breath warm against his ear. “You just thanked me for makin’ you come. That’s not something a brat does. That’s somethin’ a good boy does.”

He scowls, his hands pushing weakly at my chest, but I don’t let him go. I keep him right where he is, straddling my lap, his body pressed against mine.

I chuckle, my grip on his chin tightening as I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear. “I’m gonna have so much fun makin’ you realize it,” I whisper, my tone dripping with promise. “I’m going to break you in the best fuckin’ way.”

He doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t need to. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he looks at me like he’s already halfway there. And fuck, I can’t wait to take him the rest of the way.

I smirk as he continues to glare at me, his breathing still uneven, his cheeks flushed from everything I’ve just done tohim. The sass in his eyes hasn’t dimmed, even though he’s slumped in my lap, bare and spent. That little defiance of his only makes me want him more.

“You look pissed,” I tease, dragging my thumb over his swollen bottom lip. “What’s wrong, Babyface? Can’t handle being called out?”

“Fuck you,” he snaps, though the bite in his voice is weak. His glare, however, is sharp as ever.

I laugh, my fingers tightening on his waist. “Not yet, but don’t worry. We’ll get there.”

“Keep dreamin’,” he mutters, but there’s a flicker of something in his expression—uncertainty, maybe even curiosity.

I tilt my head, studying him for a moment before my grin widens. “Alright, Malachi. Since you were so good for me, I think you deserve a prize.”

His eyes narrow, his body tensing slightly, but he doesn’t respond.

“Get on your knees,” I command. “Right here, in front of me.”

His jaw clenches, and for a second, I think he might argue, but then he moves, sliding off my lap with a huff. He kneels between my legs, his back straight and his eyes blazing with defiance as he looks up at me.

Fuck, I love his fire.

“Happy now?” he snaps, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Gettin’ there,” I reply, leaning forward to grip his chin, forcing him to hold my gaze. “But if you’re going to glare at me like that, I might have to do somethin’ about it.”

Malachi’s glare is sharp enough to cut glass, but the way he kneels there, defiant yet obedient, makes me grin like the smug bastard I am. He doesn’t even realize what he’s doing to me just by being like this—so full of fire but still following my lead. It’s fucking perfect.

I lean back slightly, spreading my legs wider, and his gaze flickers downward for just a second before snapping back up to meet mine. His cheeks are flushed, but his scowl doesn’t falter.

Without breaking eye contact, I slide a hand down, pushing my sweatpants lower until my cock is free, hard and aching, and Malachi’s reaction is immediate. His eyes widen, flicking down to my thick length, and the sharp inhale he takes makes my grin stretch even wider.

“Speechless?” I ask, my tone dripping with amusement as I stroke my cock. “That’s a first.”

Malachi’s jaw tightens, and he tears his eyes away, glaring at the floor like it’ll save him from what’s happening.

“No, no,” I say, and grab his chin, forcing his gaze back to me. “Eyes on me. You don’t get to look away.”

His gaze flickers between my face and my cock, his lips pressing into a thin line like he’s trying to keep himself in check, but the way his breath quickens gives him away.

I grip myself, stroking slowly, my gaze locked on his as I let out a low groan. “You see this? This is what you fuckin’ do to me, Malachi.”

His breath catches, his lips parting slightly as his eyes track my movements, and fuck, the way he’s watching me is almost enough to push me over the edge right then and there.

I smirk, dragging my thumb over the head of my cock and I groan again, louder this time. I meet his gaze, watching the way his eyes flicker between my face and my hand. His defiance is crumbling, piece by piece, and it’s intoxicating to watch.

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