Page 111 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

It was wrong. It was beautiful. It was base. It was seductive. Everyone would know exactly how he’d touched me the moment I stepped outside, but desire exploded inside me like fireworks, so bright and breath-taking. All because this gorgeous man had marked me for the world to see.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” he purred into my ear, and I shuddered. My trembling hands clung onto him as he dragged his mouth across my cheek towards my chin. He lifted his head and the red on my face was now smeared all over his kiss-stung lips. “You look like a work of art. My art.”

I nearly whimpered at how stunningly mad he looked. With my thumb, I rubbed the colour into his lips and needily dragged him down into another feverish kiss.

He didn’t let me stay in control for very long. He clamped his hand around the back of my neck, adjusting the fit of our mouths together, and kneaded my breast over my clothes with a possessive touch, no gentle attempt at seduction in sight. He rubbed the red all over my chest, spreading his mark as he licked down my jaw to my neck. I writhed against him, my gasp echoing through the panting darkness of the shed when he found the sweet spot below my ear. And sucked.

I tugged at his jumper, his hair, and clawed at his biceps, trying to push him off, but needing to pull him closer. My every moan and pant were an undeniable plea for more. Harder. Meaner.

He did just that. He pushed down on me heavier. Forced me to bow back, giving him better access to my neck as he dragged his mouth lower. And bit me again. Sucking and licking my nerves into overdrive. He groaned as he forced my thighs wider to make space for the leg he had between them.

Stretching the fabric of my skirt until I could feel it on the verge of ripping at the seams.

“Kai,” I breathed, tugging at a fistful of his thick raven black hair. “My skirt—it’s going to tear.”

With a deep exhale, he let my hot skin slip from his mouth and lifted off enough to let me quickly adjust my legs. But he rasped, “Maybe I want it to tear,” as he slid his hand on my breast down to the side of my thigh, leaving a path of faded red on the silk. The sweet little smudge of red on the tip of his nose did nothing to make him look any less than a starved beast.

Holding his palm there, I shook my head. “I’ll have nothing to wear to go back outside.”

“I know,” he sighed. “That’s the only reason I haven’t torn it already.”

A little indecipherable noise fell from my hanging mouth. But for the life of me I couldn’t tell if it was in shock of what he said. Or because his mouth found the sensitive shell of my ear.

“Shall we move it out of the way then?”

I shuddered, tipping my head to fit his mouth closer. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” he growled, his breath assaulting my nerves with a hundred prickling tugs.

“Sir.” I gasped. “Yes, Sir.”

He groaned a sound of satisfaction. “Better.”

I swayed forward when he moved back, almost collapsing like boneless mush without his sturdy support. But I braced myself back on my hands as he took a fistful of my skirt, tugging it up my legs. When he got to my knees, he adjusted his fingers, spreading them to cup the outsides of my thighs.

Teasing and slow, he caressed up my thighs, taunting my skin to gooseflesh with every bare inch of my legs he exposed. I bit my bottom lip, muffling a moan as I stared at the faint red trail behind his stained fingers on my left thigh. It was as if I’d been lightly scored by a predator’s claws, and the higher the trail went, the harder it became not to pant and arch up off the table for more.

Once Kai gathered the silk under my arse and completely out of the way, he stroked his hands over the top of my thighs, hungrily eyeing the space between.

“You wore a white lace thong too?” he growled, the thick words coming from the back of his throat. “But do you know, Babble—it doesn’t look pure or innocent. It looks so fucking slutty.” One thumb brushed the lace right over my clit. My whole body jerked, pleasure pulsing up my spine, but he dragged it lower immediately. “All soaked through. Your swollen pussy peeking out around it.” He pressed his thumbs high into my inner thighs and pulled. Not a single breath made it out of my lungs as cool air stroked the heat between my spread pussy lips. “Fuck, Esmeralda. There is nothing innocent about your needy little cunt, is there?”

“Kai,” I whimpered, rocking my hips towards him as more wetness trickled down to my arse.

His hand came up and slapped down over my clit. I cried out, stars blinding me for a full second. I tried to snap my thighs shut, but his hands wouldn’t let me. “It’s Sir,” he spat viciously. “Now answer my question. You have a needy little pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I choked out. “Yes, Sir.”

He soothed his thumb over the light sting in my clit. “And who does it belong to?”

“You, Sir.”

“That’s right, Babble. Me.” He wrapped a hand around my throat, dragging me up and forward, forcing me to look right into his eyes. “It belongs to me. You are mine.” His hand tightened. “But you enjoy acting like a brat and playing little games to make me jealous, so I am going to remind you who you belong to right here, right now. And you’re going to take it like a good girl who is sorry for what she did. Then you’re going to walk out of here with my cum deep inside you and hope that your thong covers enough to keep it from dripping down your legs. Is that clear?”

My recollection of what words were and how they were used completely vanished, lost in the thick smoke of hunger his filthy words pumped into me, turning me into an obedient, mindless sex doll. Only the two most essential words formed my entire vocabulary.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he whispered and pressed a heavy kiss to my lips. “Now take my dick out and stroke it.”

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