Page 67 of Royal Pain

He knew it too, the sexy bastard using it against me, bringing me close to nirvana and stopping.

“What are… you… doing?” I managed, licking my dry lips.

“Teasing you like you did to me. I could do this all night long.”

“No. No!” I was already too sensitive, my entire mind blown by how incredible his tongue felt.

“Oh, yeah? Then you’re going to be a good girl for me?”

“Never.”

“That’s what I thought.” The guttural sound he made was more possessive and he buried his head in my pussy, covering his face with my juice. As he shook his head back and forth, I was certain I would pass out from the sheer joy of being in his arms in a safe place.

Short lived, idiot.

I shushed my inner voice, sucking in and holding my breath. He continued as I did what I could to hold back the raging orgasm ready to sweep through me.

He lifted his head, giving me a hard look. “Come. Now.” His voice was no longer recognizable. Who knew I was the kind of woman who could come so easily on a deep-voiced command?

But here I was, erupting into his mouth. I tossed my head from side to side, moaning as the pulsing vibrations filled me with white-hot electric jolts. No woman could be as lucky as I was. At least in this regard.

I had no idea how long the sweet moment of release continued, but when I lifted my head again, the first thing I did was attempt to focus. His eyes at this point?

More somber, a building hurricane as the thought of what he would do filled his mind.

They were almost tempting, barely able to disguise the devil.

Of course his anger wasn’t directed at me but his rage made him a more ferocious lover.

When he pulled back, managing to lift me with one arm wrapped under my waist, tossing me onto all fours, it was as if he was proving the point.

He promptly cracked his hand on one side of my bottom then the other, repeating the action several times.

I was shocked at first, completely breathless, slow to respond but when I did, I wiggled hard to try to claw my way further up on the bed. “Ouch. What are you doing?”

“Reminding you.”

“Of what?”

“That you will obey me.”

Why did the words make me grin like a kid? Shouldn’t I hate them? Not with him. He delivered four more in rapid succession before wrapping one hand around my throat, squeezing just enough my head was kept straight.

“I’m going to pound my cock deep into this tight hole of yours,” he said in a husky voice. “And if you’re a good girl, I might also take you in the ass.”

I wiggled it on purpose and he raked his nails all the way down my back. The effect of his salacious actions was chill bumps popping along every inch of naked skin. It didn’t seem to matter what the man did to me; I was fully aroused, more so than I ever had been. He had a fabulous way of making me feel very alive.

When he laughed as he’d done more than once before, lowering his head so he could blow hot air across my skin, I shuddered visibly.

I had the distinct feeling his lack of control was uncharacteristic for him, but he found it as impossible not to let all his inhibitions go around me as I did with him.

When he continued teasing me by rubbing the tip of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, I was certain I was going to melt into a puddle. I had enjoyed anal sex much more than I ever thought I would, but only with him.

He’d claimed a part of me.

Okay, maybe all of me.

“Are you ready for me, baby girl?”