Page 77 of Tall, Royal Hater
My jaw collapsed on a breathless sound as my hips jerked away from the wall and into his fingers. Fireworks exploded within me at the shock of pleasure, echoing mini afterquakes that made my legs shake.
“Fuck,” he groaned low and long before it turned into a grated chuckle. His eyes glowed savagely. “I should beat your ass for trying to lie to me.” His fingers rubbed in a circle. “Next time I will.”
It was so hard not to rock my hips forward so his fingers touched my throbbing clit. I gritted my teeth, desperate to distract myself. “Bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time.”
Besides his smirk, he didn’t acknowledge what I said. Instead, he scissored his fingers and dragged them to the apex of my sex. He went around the sides of my clit, avoiding it entirely as he traced his path back and forth a few times. When I least expected it, he pressed his fingers back together again, pinching and rubbing my clit between them, the damp fabric creating an extra layer of friction.
A choked whine trampled across the back of my teeth, and I curled my hands into his T-shirt. My toes pressed into the soles of my trainers, searching for solid ground.
Shehryar’s pupils expanded further, making him look manic. He lowered his mouth close to mine as he pinched the sensitivebud harder. I tried to push him back, but my arms were shaking too much.
“You know I didn’t take you for a cotton shorts kind of girl,” he purred, releasing my clit to rub the length of my pussy.
“Are you talking bullshit because you know you won’t make me come?” I snarled.
His left brow lifted at the challenge.
My eyes widened as a sharp zing shot through my clit and chattered through my teeth. I let out a broken cry and flew up onto my toes. Tears sprung to my eyes as I gasped over the pain that coiled around my pleasure, trying to figure out what he’d just done.
“You…you…” I sucked in a breath. “You fucking flicked me.”
“And I will again if you carry on mouthing off,” he said, skating his lips across my cheek to my ear, grazing my skin with his facial hair. “Try me.”
I shuddered and clawed at his hard pecs in frustration, but I bit the inside of my cheek, refusing to rise up to the test if it was going to get my clit flicked.
“So, now you want to be a good girl and listen?” he said, lazy and arrogant, before nipping at my earlobe. I strained, trying to get away from the assault on my nerves, but his hand on my throat kept me still. “Let’s move these out of the way then.”
As he kissed, surprisingly gently, down my jaw, his hand moved back to my arse and found the band of my boy shorts. I didn’t help him, but he managed just fine to tug them down to the middle of my thighs. The cotton only stretched so much, forcing my legs slightly back together.
Wild eyes locked on mine, he pushed his hand down the gap between my underwear and bare sex. His swollen lips brushed across my mouth with the natural sway of our bodies, parted like they were ready to suck in whatever sound I made. Slowly, he rubbed two blunt fingers between my pussy lips. He groaned,and I moaned at the same time, unable to breathe as he spread my wetness around.
“You’re awfully wet considering you hate me,” he whispered smugly.
I snuck my tongue out, moistening my lips and just touching his. “Are you mimicking Candy in hopes that I’ll come to like you?”
His eyes flashed with jealous rage, and his jaw muscle visibly ticked.
He shoved two thick, long fingers inside me.
My back lurched off the wall as I choked on a gasp. The stretch and sudden invasion made my stomach flutter and muscles clench. I quickly let go of his top with one hand, clasping his wrist under my chin, trying to find some balance and grounding.
And then he pumped. Neither fast nor slow. But steady and full and as deep as his fingers would go, his palm hitting my clit on every upward drive and the pads of his finger curling into my upper wall.
He knew exactly what to do to keep my mouth hanging open, throwing pleasure around in my middle like a bouncy ball. It was infuriating.It was fucking bliss.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.What the fuck was going on?
I was getting finger-fucked by the man I hated in a palace corridor where anyone could’ve walked by. How? Why? I shouldn’t have wanted it.But I wanted more.
His hand tightened around my throat, dragging me out of my head, before he took my lips in a searing kiss. He rolled his tongue around my mouth like he owned every inch of it. I tried to battle him, but when his fingers started thrusting harder, I was pretty much just holding my tongue to his, tasting him and feeling him. Hating him while I memorised him.
“When my fingers are in your cunt,” he growled into my mouth, “you don’t fucking say another man’s name, is thatclear?” He ground the heel of his palm against my clit as he rocked his fingers faster. “You say my name, or you call me Daddy, that’s it.”
My mind was shutting down as he forced me closer to the edge. I couldn’t reply. I tried to bare my teeth at him, but they tore apart within seconds as my lungs fought to fill with enough air.
All the telltale signs were there—my heart ran a mile a minute, my breaths were quick and shallow, I couldn’t close my mouth, and my muscles were tightening like springs just before they shot off.
If I hadn’t been drowning in the sensation, I might’ve been surprised by how quickly he’d managed to get me to a climax. But I refused to attribute it to him and not the situation, the pent-up arousal, and everything that had led up to the moment.
