My stomach tightens as all the air is being sucked out of my lungs.
He fucking invited her onto the boat before me. Undiluted rage simmers below my skin as I spin around and begin running up the stairs that lead to the main house. Usually I take these slow since there are so many of them and the view going up is beautiful to take in, but I want to get as far away from them both as quickly as possible. Five minutes later and I’ve reached the top, but I don’t stop. I run across the well-manicured lawn, dodging the illuminated pool and head straight for the door of the pool house. Sliding it open, I slip inside and slam it closed, quickly locking the door once I’m in. My heart is beating in my chest, tears clinging to the back of my eyes. Why the fuck am I crying? Deep down I know I’m being unreasonable, and to be fair, Royce is always with someone, prancing around. Why is it different now? Why am I beginning to feel different toward him?
Removing my hoodie and tossing it onto the floor, I swipe away my unreasonable tears and drag my ass to the other side of the room, where my single bed awaits.
An arm hooks around my waist, pulling me into a hard, warm body. I already know who it is before I’ve turned to look. I could smell him in any room. Without thinking, I wriggle into his embrace when my butt pushes against his crotch. He’s hard—rock fucking hard—and I know that everything inside of me is saying this is wrong. We’ve never been in this situation—ever. He has slept in the same bed as me, but we were kids then. We aren’t now. His fingers spread out over my tummy and I hold my breath, afraid that if I breathe, it will be too loud. Too fast. Too desperate. Too obvious what he does to me. His fingers move down as his lips press against the nape of my neck.
“You’re a fucking brat, you know that, right?” His voice is low, yet distant. It doesn’t matter, because my hips begin seeking his touch as if they’ve been reunited for the first time in centuries. He stops my movement at once, forcing me still while pressing his palm over my lower abdomen. I swallow past my tight throat, trying so hard to ignore the outline of his hardness pressing against my butt. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck. There would be no going back after this. I don’t care. He usually does, but his teasing always stops before the touching. We’ve never touched, never kissed. Never done anything that would cross that line, except maybe light flirting that I mostly think I’m imagining.
He rolls me onto my back as his hand covers my mouth. He pulls my legs until I’m spread wide. The outline of his hair is all I can see in the darkness of the room. We’re still in the pool house. Did he chase me?
“You have to be quiet, Duchess.” His head turns and I follow his eyesight to where Annette is sleeping peacefully on the floor snuggled in blankets. He snuck into my bed while she slept. I don’t care.
Nodding my head, he loosens his grip slightly, and that’s when I feel the heat of his chest against mine. He grinds his hips into me slowly, sliding his hand away from my lips as his come down to mine. My chest turns to fire, my belly igniting along with it at the connection of our lips. His tongue licks mine with the same possessiveness that I always knew he had as his head dips beneath the covers.
“Roy!” I whisper-yell, reaching for his hair. He pushes my hands away and slips my panties to the side. I really should have worn pants. “R—” His warm mouth covers the tip of my clit, his tongue sliding up and circling the nub.
“Oh my f—” One of his hands is back on my mouth as his tongue laps over my clit. It takes two seconds for my legs to shake and my core to clench as my orgasm ripples over my innocent body in waves. He moves up my body, stretching my legs wide.
“You wanna do this?” He brushes his nose with mine, his lips grazing slightly. “There’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back. Take it.”
“Why?” he asks, his fingers flexing near my collarbone. His thick tip is pressing against my wet entrance, and all it would take would be one little… I push my hips up and his cock is an inch inside, stretching my tight walls. I flinch. “Why, Duchess?” he whispers against my lips.
I wrap my arm around his neck and nibble on his bottom lip. “Because I’d only ever want it to be you.” He slides inside of me at once, filling me to the brink until I feel my soul seep out of my body and a scream rip out of my lips—