Page 158 of Tall, Royal Hater
Chapter 38
Mariyah
The door handle slipped from Shehryar’s fingers, snapping back into place with a loud clang. He swore and I chuckled, but our lips stayed interlocked as he dragged us through the threshold of his bedroom, desperation and desire keeping us close and frantic.
I slammed the door shut; his fingers found the lock. He urged me back against the wood, and we worked in a frenzied sync, ripping and pulling at his clothes as we kissed and kissed and kissed.
The tie and jacket thrown over his arm fell to the floor first, followed by my heels and the two gift bags. He kicked his shoes off. I yanked at his open waistcoat, growling in frustration as it got caught on his massive shoulders. He grinned against my lips and helped me tug it off.
Buttons were flicked open. I greedily caressed my hands all over the naked warmth of his muscled torso, relishing the little hairs that tickled my skin. The sound of fabric sailing through the air harmonised with our panting and grunting. And then it was all hands on the buckle of his belt.
The moment he tore the leather from the loops of his trousers, I arched off the door and reached behind me to undo the straps at my back.
“No,” Shehryar growled against my lips before swaying away entirely. “Let me.”
Gosh, he was gorgeous. Stupidly, stunningly, wildly so. Hair mussed by my hands, shoulders slumped with lazy confidence. Cheeks pink, pupils blown, his stare so glazed and predatory.
I did that to him.And the feminine power of it went straight to my head.
I cocked my chin, playing the lazy, smug seductress. “Say please.”
He tipped his mouth into a riled smirk and crowded closer. “If you want me to sayplease, menace, then you behave and take your punishment like a good little girl first.”
“Punishment?”
His grin widened, but the smoky, black heat that filtered through his stare made my pulse spike. Before I had time to think, Shehryar tore away and propelled me around with a firm grasp. He clamped his hand around my nape and shoved my cheek against the hard wood of the door.
I gasped, bracing my palms on either side of my head. “Shehryar.”
He was behind me in an instant. Mouth against my cheek, pelvis to my hips.
He ground the massive bulge of his erection into my arse.He was so fucking hard already.
I wasn’t sure if I moaned because he was breathing shallow rasps by my ear or because the anticipation of feeling him inside me was wrecking my mind.Both.
“I haven’t forgotten nor forgiven the way you let Candy touch you,” he rumbled, rolling his hips in slow circles. He dragged his mouth down my cheek and past my jaw. My lashes collapsed as I tipped my head, giving him all the access he wanted to my neck. He swirled his tongue against my pulse, the hairs of his beard taunting my sensitive skin, and the flashes that unleashed in my core had me whimpering. “I’m still pissed off about it, and you’re still too smug about it.”
It was so hard to concentrate on what he was saying when he was strumming the vibrating nerves down my neck with his mouth, so my reply came delayed. “Can’t let it go, can you?”
“Of course not.” His hand on my nape forced my head further to the side as he slid the back of his other fingers up my bare spine. “Nobody touches what’s mine.”
Unable to express my discontent against his skin, I curled my fingers into the door. “I’m not a fucking object, Sheri.”
“No,” he whispered, and I swore he sniffed my neck. My breath hitched and my knees shook. In one slow tug, the straps at my back loosened. “But you’re Daddy’s little sex toy, aren’t you?”
“No,” I breathed out. But it was bullshit.
I was.His. His little menace. His wanton, bratty toy. Eager and aching and wet and willing and needy like it was mating season and I’d walked miles to find him.
But he was mine too. My dickhead.My Sheri.Mine to arouse and taunt and tease and pleasure. Mine to fight with, but only so he’d handle me in a way that made the chemicals in my brainreact explosively. And I knew with certainty it did the same thing for him.
“Yes, you are.” He skimmed his hands over my shoulders, nudging the straps of my dress off. “You’re a precious little toy, so irritating, but so fucking beautiful too.”
I hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath, so when the neckline of my dress dipped forward, I was left naked from the top. I shivered as both his warped compliment and cool air swept over my tight nipples. And heck, they weren’t sensitive, but I almost begged him to touch them.
I dropped one of my hands, silently urging him to hurry up and take my dress off, but he didn’t change his pace. “Don’t rush me,” he murmured. I glared over my shoulder only to find him smirking in menacing delight. “Would you rather I tear the dress off?”
“No,” I ground out.
