Page 138 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

“Good. I want you to love it,” I said, rising on my hands and knees over her to situate myself behind her, my chest to her back. “The pain that goes perfectly with pleasure.” I tucked my arm under her neck and hooked her knee back over my thigh, spreading her wet heat wide apart. “That’s the only kind of pain I ever want to give you.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I turned her face to mine and kissed her deeply. She greedily licked up the taste of herself from my mouth as I lowered my other hand to my cock. Gripping it and guiding it to her entrance. I slipped right into her with one steady nudge.

Her groan stifled my moan, the sounds tangling in our gaping mouths. I didn’t have the ability to kiss her when her pillow soft pussy was wrapping ribbons of bliss around me. But neither did she as my fingers found the swollen bud of her clit again, rubbing as I pitched my hips back. She scrambled against me, feeding me choked noise after choked noise. But I held her close, my hand closing tighter around her throat, and snapped my pelvis against her arse. Pumping into her, dragging back. Again and again and again. Pistoning my hips a little too fast and a little too hard.

The twisted face Esmeralda made was everything. The helplessness. The drugged delight. The streaking pleasure flashing in her eyes. The bratty spark. The eagerness to take it. So fucking beautiful. I was going to get off on the memory of it every single night she wasn’t in my bed.

“Kai,” she whined, filling her fists with my hair and the wet duvet. “You liar.”

A single huff of laughter shot through my gritted teeth. I pressed the arrogant curl on my mouth into her cheek, weighing her down into the mattress. I slowed my thrusts, pinching and rubbing her clit between my slippery fingers. “What did I lie about, Babble?”

“You said—” I licked across her skin under her ear, and she gasped over her words. “You said—Kai!” I sucked on her neck, plunged into her, and pinched her clit all at once. She shook against me, crying muffled words into the silk. “You’re punishing me!”

“I’m not,” I said into her ear. But I could if I made her give me a reason to...

“Liar,” she whined just as I moved my hand from her throat and clamped it over her mouth.

“What was that?” I taunted, slipping my hand out from between the bed and her pussy. Gripping under her knee, I pressed her leg into the duvet and then rolled her half onto her stomach, pinning her under my weight.

Startled, her hands flew out above her, and I used the opportunity to let go of her leg and swipe up her wrists, locking them down in one fist on the silk sheets. She could just above move her head, but her wide eyes flicked to my heavy-lidded ones. Pleading and swimming but wanting too.

The last wire in my system labelled “gentleman” was ripped out. All that was left was the exhilaration of knowing I had completely overpowered her. That I had her trapped underneath me. To take what I gave her. To use as I pleased. And she loved it just as much as I did, if not more.

I held her stare as I leveraged myself slightly on my knees. Slowly, very slowly. Feeling the fist of pleasure turn inside my stomach at how perfectly snug she felt in this position. Going on the way she sunk her head back against my shoulder on a sigh, my Babble felt it too. The sweet, sweet—

I snapped my hips down, heavy and forceful, and she shrieked into my palm.

Each plunge jerked the entire bed as I drilled into her, grinding her into the silk sheets. I bit her neck, her brows contorted. She started struggling under me, and I bore down, hammering into her harder.

She shattered in my arms for a second time, and I was rewarded with a scream into my palm. But the way her pussy locked up and wrung my dick was the most perfect blend of pleasure and torture. It was her sweet fucking revenge, and I was stripped back to the bone, on me knees, ruined by her.

“Fuck,” I roared. My mind, my lungs, my vision glitched from an overload of sensation. Instinct took over, and I bucked my hips like a young stallion breeding a mare for the first time. I only cared about filling her up, not how harsh and erratic my thrusts were.

Baby. Put a baby inside her. Get her pregnant. I want her pregnant.

The strength of my climax took me by surprise, but I came and came and came. I was left gasping Esmeralda’s name into her tangled, wet hair as I crushed my pelvis against hers for forever and a day. Then a blanket of heady warmth settled over my lower body, and I nestled against her.

But the buzz wasn’t gone. No fucking way.

I removed my hand from her mouth as I eased out of her, and her laboured breaths filtered through. It was so sweet the way she dropped her cheek against my palm, presuming she could have a moment to rest. I tipped her face to mine so she could see how wrong her assumption was.

“Brat,” I growled.

A stillness settled over her unsteady gaze. “Brat?” she echoed. “Why?”

Shit, she was so adorable. “You didn’t ask for permission to come.”

Her eyes went wide, mouth agape, as I sat up on my haunches. I grabbed one of her ankles and jerked her legs apart. She stuttered a breathy noise as I forced her flat on her back.

“You should have asked, Babble. But you didn’t,” I tutted mockingly. “That’s not how good girls are supposed to behave, is it? Only greedy sluts come without asking.” I shoved her knees up to her heaving chest, displaying her swollen pussy. “So, now I’m going to punish you like one.”

“But—but—” she spluttered, her fingers curling into my pecs. “You covered my mouth!”

“I covered your mouth. I didn’t stop you from speaking.”

She gawked, her mouth opening and closing. “Kai…”

“Sir,” I corrected and dropped my head to press a kiss by her red-tipped ear. “Now hold your legs spread, and don’t make me repeat myself this time, Esmeralda. Or I won’t stick to spanking and fingering your cunt until I’m hard again. I will spank and finger your arse too.”

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