Page 68 of Shameless Royalty

“Be a good boy and spit on it,” I murmur, tightening my grip on my cock. His eyes widen with shock, but that fire is still there, burning hot beneath the surface.

His jaw tenses like he wants to tell me to fuck off, but I see it—the hesitation, the way his gaze flickers to my cock, the way his breathing stutters.

“What’s the matter, Babyface?” I taunt, stroking myself slowly, making sure he sees every slick, needy movement. “Too scared?”

His hands curl into fists against his thighs. “I’m not fucking scared.”

“Prove it,” I challenge, my thumb swiping over his bottom lip. “Come on, baby. Spit.”

Malachi’s jaw flexes, his nostrils flaring, but he doesn’t move. His chest rises and falls in quick, uneven breaths, and I can see the war going on inside his head.

But he still doesn’t do it.

I smirk, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh as I slow my strokes. “Well, that’s a shame,” I say, shaking my head. “Guess I’ll have to call one of my ex-subs. Need someone to take the edge off, since you won’t.”

His head snaps up so fast that I almost laugh. His blue eyes blaze, his lips parting like he can’t believe I just said that.

“No one else is allowed to touch you.” His voice is dripping with venom, and his fists are clenched in his lap like he’s trying to hold himself back. Fuck me, the way he’s just claimed me makes me want to shove him to the floor and take him.

I raise a brow, tilting my head as I stroke myself lazily, watching him unravel. “Yeah? And why not?”

His jaw tightens, and then, with a glare so fierce it could burn me alive, he spits and it lands perfectly—right on the head of my cock, slick and warm, and fuck, if that doesn’t make me groan.

I grin, stroking the spit down, spreading it slowly as I watch him through lidded eyes. “Good fuckin’ boy,” I murmur. “Knew you had it in you.”

Malachi still glares at me, but his breath is coming quicker now, his thighs pressed tight together like he’s trying to fight whatever this is between us.

I lean in, my hand still working myself slow and steady, and grip his chin again, forcing him to hold my gaze. “You’re sofuckin’ pretty when you’re pissed off,” I murmur. “But you know what would look even prettier?”

His throat bobs as he swallows, his pupils blown wide. I smirk, dragging my cock against his lips, smearing the spit there. “You. With my cock in your mouth.”

Malachi’s breathing is uneven, his cheeks flushed, but he keeps his glare locked on me, waiting for my next move.

I stroke myself again, spreading the slickness of his spit, letting out a deep, satisfied groan. “You watchin’, baby?” I groan, my voice low and taunting. “You see how fuckin’ hard you make me?”

His throat bobs as he swallows, his pupils blown wide. I drag my free hand into his messy red hair, tugging just enough to make his breath hitch.

“You want it, don’t you?” I push, stroking myself again, slow and teasing. “Bet you’re gettin’ hard again just kneelin’ there, watchin’ me.”

His breath shudders, but he doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t deny it. His lips press together, his glare burning, but I see the way he shifts slightly like he’s trying to find some relief without me noticing.

I yank his head back just a little, forcing him to look up at me properly. “You think I don’t see you squirmin’? Such a desperate little thing.”

His breath is shaky now, his body tense beneath my touch, and fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything prettier than Malachi like this—on his knees, cheeks flushed, caught between stubbornness and submission.

I smirk, stroking myself faster now, letting my grip in his hair tighten as I hold him there. “If you’re gonna be down there lookin’ so fuckin’ pretty,” I rasp, my voice rough and teasing, “you might as well put that mouth to better use.”

His cheeks flush deeper, and when I feel myself getting close, I let out a sharp breath, my hand tightening around myself as I lock eyes with him.

“Open your mouth,” I command.

His eyes widen, his lips parting slightly as if on instinct before he snaps them shut again, glaring at me. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m fuckin’ joking?” I growl, fisting my cock harder, my chest heaving as I edge closer to release.

His gaze flickers down, his breathing uneven, and after a long beat, his lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them.

“That’s it,” I rasp, my voice thick with satisfaction as the pleasure rips through me, my release spilling into his mouth, streaking across his lips and freckled cheeks.

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