Page 95 of Tall, Royal Hater
One corner of my mouth hooked up as I straightened my spine. “Why are you covering yourself up?” I let my gaze perusedown. “I already know what every inch of you looks and tastes like.”
The pink under her skin heightened by the time I returned my attention to her face, and from the bottom of my vision, I caught the slight tightening of her arm around her breasts. “How did you get in?” she hissed. “The door was locked.”
“And?” I said blandly.
Her lips parted as her eyes frantically searched mine, seemingly to confirm if what I’d implied was what I’d meant. When she had her answer, she pressed her teeth together. “Get out. Now.”
“I’ll leave once we’ve finished talking.”
As if to call out my own lie, my gaze caught on a pink mark staining the top curve of one of her hidden breasts, and my dick gave a pleading throb.
It hadn’t exactly been part of the plan, but we were going to do more than talk if I had my way.
“No,” she snapped, striding forward, but she kept a wide berth from me, aiming to head to the side of the bed. “If you wanted to talk, you should have knocked instead of breaking into my room like a fucking psychopath! Get the fuck out now.”
Knowing what she was after, I quickly swiped up the silk shirt and turned the fisted fabric into my lap. She gaped for a quick second, then balled her hands like a child about to throw a tantrum. I wasn’t planning to pacify her, not when looking at her flushed face was making me so hard.
Maybe she was right. Maybe I was a psychopath for getting aroused by her feral temper.
“You broke into my room last night and fucked yourself with a toy on my bed,” I said and cocked a brow. “Doesn’t that make you more of a psychopath?”
Pulse after pulse of mean, dark pleasure rolled down my core through every second of her humiliated silence. I revelled in her vulnerability and shame.Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Give. It. Back,” she eventually ground out, seething to the point she was vibrating.
I nodded to the bed. “Sit down so we can talk.”
“Shehryar!” She lunged at me, reaching out with both hands to grab the top as if she’d forgotten or no longer cared about covering up her nakedness.
I shot up from the chaise and moved away from her, stretching my arm out behind me to keep the silk shirt away. But the whole time, my eyes remained glued on her smaller breasts, jostling with her movements, like a drooling adolescent. I had to fight hard to contain a groan.
Mariyah let out a short, low noise of fury and spun away. She took one step, and I charged forward to block her path towards the dressing room. She staggered to a stop before she collided into me. My senses sang as the clean, peachy scent of her invaded my lungs from her close proximity. One inch closer and her nipples would have found some friction against my clothed chest.
“Shehryar,” she roared, smoke coming out of her head.
I stared down my nose to avoid the temptation of leaning into her. “We need to talk.”
She threw a hand to the side. “You keep saying that, but what is there to talk about? We fucked! That was it. It didn’t change anything, and it won’t change anything, so what exactly do you need to say?”
I narrowed my eyes, irritation rearing its familiar head inside me. She wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t like the way she said it. I told myself it was her tone. “Why did you leave my room?”
“Why the fuck would I have stayed?”
“I needed to check that you were fine.”
“Oh, please.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself, Sheri. You’re not the first man I’ve had rough sex with, nor did you drill a hole in me. I didn’tneedto be checked on.”
I clenched my teeth as images of faceless men touching her the way I had flashed in my head. I tore them apart immediately like a jealous, growling fiend. While I didn’t care about her past trysts and relationships, I didn’t want to hear about them now that I’d made her come on my cock.
“Are we done?” she said, leaning back on one hip with all the sass in the world. Nothing about her said she was uncomfortable in her stripped-down state. “The door’s that way.”
Gritting my teeth, I clasped her upper arm with my free hand, keeping her still. “No, we’re not done.”
She lifted her face to the ceiling and let out a short, mocking laugh. Then she jabbed a short, manicured nail into my sternum. “Why don’t you just admit that this ‘talking’bullshit is just an excuse to get up in my face because you’re upset and irritated that I’m not fawning all over you, begging for more? That’s the only reason you broke into my room and why you’re desperately trying to find any reason not to leave even now.”
A wave of dark amusement festered quickly, and a malicious smirk stretched across my mouth. “Oh, I’m irritated. Because you’re telling me to act as if nothing’s changed, but you couldn’t even look me in the eyes today without turning pink.” I edged closer, forcing her to curve back. “You’ve been glaring extra hard at me, acting all high and mighty like your cunt wasn’t in the air, taking a pounding from me last night. Because you”—I bared my teeth at her in a vicious grin—“couldn’t face the fact that Ifuckedyou so good, so you wanted to act as if we hadn’t fucked at all.
“And you want more, Mariyah. It’s written all over your face how badly you do.”
