by Madison Faye
“I can feel how fucking soaking wet this sweet little cunt is,” he groaned, thrusting his hips up to bury his cock deep between my legs. “I can feel you gripping my cock so tightly, your candy-sweet cum dripping down my balls. And I know you want to come for me. I know you want to come on this cock right here, where anyone could see you being such a dirty girl. Be my dirty girl, Riley. Be my dirty girl and come on my cock right fucking now.”
I went off like a bomb, the orgasm smashing into me out of nowhere. I turned and mashed my lips to his, screaming into his mouth as I sank down onto his thick cock and exploded. The wave crashed over me again and again, both our hips rocking and our bodies writhing together. I could feel Sven groan into my mouth, and when he drove his cock balls-deep inside of my clenching, dripping wet pussy, I felt him throb and pulse as he let go himself.
Hot, thick ropes of his sticky cum splashed inside of me, pumping deep inside as he pulled me tight to his body. He groaned into our kiss, holding me so tight as he emptied every drop inside. We rocked together, slowly coming to a stop as we gasped into each other’s mouths.
I’d started the day lost and spinning out of control. And somehow, he was what I’d crashed into.
Hard.
And I never wanted to stop crashing into him.
Chapter 9
Sven
It was addiction is what it was. Obsession. A raw, unstoppable force of nature that had me craving every part of her, body and soul, constantly. She fit into me like some sort of puzzle piece I never knew was missing, and she lit up a place inside of me I’d never realized was dark. Growing up the way I had, and being forced to become the man I’d become so young had hardened me, and made me colder than I’d ever intended to be. Aside from my three good friends Cole, Hayden, and Xavier, I’d shut most people out of my life, especially women.
But there was something so refreshing about Riley — something so real and so crazy and wild that it was like she’d ripped down the drapes and the brick walls I’d put up around my heart.
…And now she had all of it.
We’d barely left Milton’s weird little dark jazz tent, my body still tingling from the feel of her coming for me, when she giggled as I wrapped my arms around her and hauled her away from the crowds. We ducked down a hallway away from everyone else, my hands and my lips and my cock and all of me wanting so much more of her. It was like I’d never be satiated, not when it came to her.
Riley gasped as I pulled her into an empty room, scooping her into my arms and crushing my lips to hers.
“Not through with me yet, huh?”
“Not in a million fucking years,” I growled. I stormed across the room, relishing the feel of her squirming in my arms. I moved to the big, high-backed chair near a huge stone fireplace, sinking into it and pulling her into my lap. She kissed me hungrily, moaning into my lips as her fingers yanked at my tux jacket. I shrugged it off my shoulders, pulling my hands from her hips just long enough to toss it away before my hands slid back to her sweet little ass.
Her sassy, bratty, still-needed-to-be-taught-a-lesson ass. My cock lurched at the thought of punishing her once again — of feeling her supple skin arch beneath my firm hand, and hearing her soft moans drip into my ears. And she felt it.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she whimpered, grinding into my lap, her bare little cunt rocking over my thick bulge.
“And there you go using naughty words like a bad girl,” I growled.
“Maybe I need to be punished,” she gasped quietly.
“Maybe isn’t the word I’d use.”
Riley gasped as I kissed her fiercely, my hands tugging her dress up, pushing it high and then tugging it off of her outstretched arms. Naked in my arms, she writhed against my muscles moaning as I kissed her hungrily. My strong arms spun her, pushing her over my knees and making her squeal. I groaned, my hands sliding over her soft skin, gripping her ass tightly and spreading her wide for my gaze. My cock throbbed, the sight of her pink little pussy and her tight ass still filled with the little plug making my blood burn like fire.
I reached down, my fingers sliding over the cleft of her ass and teasing over the plug. Riley whimpered, her face growing bright red as I started to tease her, gently pulling and pushing on the plug, making her tight little asshole quiver as it gripped it tightly. I could see how fucking wet she was, her slick, pink pussy leaking her arousal all over my knee — glistening and wet in the low light of the room.
“Now now,” I purred, stroking her skin. “Now what to do with you?”
“Because I’ve been bad?”
“Because you’ve been very bad,” I growled. “Should I spank this naughty little ass?”
My hand came down with a small smack, making her gasp sharply as my palm stung the soft cheek of her ass.
“Or maybe I should pull this out…” My fingers gripped the plug and I turned it slowly, sending what I knew were tiny waves of forbidden pleasure rippling through her. “And then fill that tight little bratty ass with every inch of my cock instead?”
Riley moaned, gasping and arching her back. She turned to look at me, her eyes full of lust and heat as she bit her lip.
“Are you— are you going to fuck my ass?” she breathed, both nervous and also burning with that look of pure desire all over her face.
“I did say that naughty little brats get punished, didn’t I?”
And that’s when the knock hammered on the door to the room.
Motherfucker.
Riley jumped out of my lap, gasping loudly as I swore. She yanked her dress against herself, her face white as her eyes darted to the door.
“I’ll deal with whoever it is,” I hissed quietly, pushing her behind me. She whirled, and suddenly darted for the small closet next to the fireplace. She slipped inside with her dress and slamming the door shut as I whirled back to the main door, ready to fucking kill whoever this was. The door suddenly swung wide, and my eyes narrowed at the man standing there.
“The fuck is wrong with you?”
Hayden glanced around the room suspiciously, which only made me narrow my eyes even harder at him, pissed that he’d just barged in and interrupted Riley and me.
“I need to speak with you.”
“I’m busy,” I growled, glaring at him. “You know you can’t just barge into rooms, right?”
“I’m a king, of course I can.” He grinned at me.
“And so the fuck am I,” I hissed back.
“I knocked.”
“Fuck you.” I flipped him off, shaking my head at his dumb grin and sighing. “What is it?”
“I need you ready to move later.”
My brow arched. “Move?”
“As in be ready to leave.”
“We making an early exit from this wedding?”
“Probably. And a fast one.”
I narrowed my eyes at my friend, crossing my arms. “And why might we be doing that?”
“Because I’m taking something from Milton that doesn’t belong to him.”
“You have my curiosity,” I muttered. I started to think about Hayden’s disappearance before, and how Xavier and I had both spotted him making a beeline to the bridal quarters the minute we’d gotten here.
“I get the impression that Milton believes this thing you’re taking is his.”
He was silent, and my eyes narrowed even more.
“And does this thing come wrapped in white, Hayden?” I growled.
“Perhaps.”
“Fuck,” I swore, whirling to glance at the door Riley was hiding behind before I grabbed Hayden and yanked him back to the main door to the room.
“Please tell me you’re just fucking with me.”
“Have you known me to be much of a liar?”
“Princess Callie?” I hissed. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”
“Maybe. But I’m not backing down from this, Sven.”
I wanted to kill him, and also hug him at the same time. On one hand, what he was saying wa
s supremely stupid. King or not, he was talking about stealing a rival king’s bride, which had “war” written all over it. But on the other hand, I could see that fierce fire in his eyes, and a passion I’d never seen there before. My friend was smiling, and glowing like nothing I’d ever seen with him before.
Yeah, I wanted to deck him for maybe starting something that could blow up in all of our faces, but I also knew without question that I had his back with this. Whatever he was up to, even if it was what I thought he was up to, I wasn’t going to let him do it alone.
“Okay.”
His brow shot up in surprise. “Okay?”
“I’ve known you long enough to know what a stubborn shit you are, Hayden,” I sighed. “I also know that I’ve never seen you with this kind of a look on your face before, which says something to me.”
“It says she’s mine,” my friend growled.
“Well, then I’m with you.” I nodded slowly, clapping him on the shoulder. “Xavier and Cole will be too.”
He sighed, nodding as he seemed to relax a little bit, knowing we had his back with whatever hairbrained idea he had going.
“Thank you,” he said quietly. He raised a brow, grinning at me. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You and your friend?” I bristled as he rolled his eyes. “Sorry to barge in.”
“It’s just me in—”
“Your shirt’s unbuttoned, Sven.”
I scowled. “I was changing.”
“There’s lipstick on your neck.”
Fuck.
Hayden grinned at me. “Oh, and Sven?”
He nodded with his chin, and when I turned, I silently cursed as my blood roared in my ears.
Riley’s panties — the little pink ones I’d stuffed into my jacket pocket earlier, had fallen out as I’d tossed the jacket away just now. And now they were just lying there on the floor. It wasn’t that I wanted to keep Riley a dirty little secret, it’s just that I knew neither of us were there yet. I couldn’t just announce to people, even best friends like Hayden, who it was I had in that room. For me, it didn’t matter, but I wasn’t going to blow things up for Riley like that. For her, there could be consequences — consequences I was going to deal with before the world found out about us.
But all Hayden saw was the lipstick on my neck and the panties on the floor. He couldn’t know that the girl in question was my damned soulmate — the love I’d never imagined I’d ever find. He saw the signs and made his own assumption.
“Having a little fun with some pretty young thing before the wed—”
I snapped. I whirled on him, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him out of the room and against the wall in the hallway. Hayden snarled at me, pushing back, but my snap of fury was fierce. I knew he didn’t know, but the idea of anyone thinking Riley was just throwaway girl I was “just having some fun with” ignited something furious inside of me.
“You mind your tongue!” I hissed at him.
Hayden’s brow shot up, and he raised his hands.
“Whoa, easy, man. Easy.”
I blew air out through clenched teeth, muscles tight and rippling as I gripped him before I slowly let go. I let the air all the way out, stepping back from him and shaking my head.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Who?” Hayden growled quietly, clearly having understood the signs a little better now after my outburst. He knew me well enough to know this was serious.
“Leave it.”
“So long as it’s not Callie, I’ve got your back, no matter who it is. And you know you can tell me, right?”
“Later,” I muttered. “I’ll fill you in later. So what’s happening next with you stealing Milton’s bride?”
“Father Patrick, who you know, is on the way.”
I whistled lowly, my brows arching. “Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?”
“I am.”
My eyes fixed on my friend, and I nodded, full of pride in him. He’d seen what he knew was his, and he hadn’t let anything stop him. It was crazy, and I knew some shit was definitely going to go down, but I couldn’t fault him for it.
“Good. I’m proud of you, man. And I’m happy for you.”
“And I’m happy for whatever it is you’re going to tell me later,” he chuckled, nodding his chin at the room behind us where Riley was still hiding.
“I suppose you’re going to be needing a witness for this ‘stealing the bride’ wedding of yours?” I smirked.
“You suppose right.”
I grinned, grabbing Hayden’s shoulder as I shook my head. “I’ll be there.”
“Thank you,” he growled, taking a deep breath. “And if you see Xavier and Cole—”
“I’ll tell them. Don’t worry, man. We’ll be ready to get the fuck out of here before Milton shoots you for stealing his princess.”
“Hayden chuckled.
“And besides.” My look hardened as I nodded back into the room.
“You might not be the only one leaving here with something that isn’t his.”
“Was that who I think it was?”
Riley had slipped her dress back on in the closet while I’d been talking to Hayden. She pushed back into my arms as I wrapped them around her, holding her tight. After hearing what Hayden had to say, I knew things were about to move fast, and I’d be damned if I let her get swept away from me when all of it went down.
“King Hayden, of Rince?”
“He’s one of my best friends. And yeah.”
“What was that all about?”
I raked my fingers over my chin, arching a brow at her.
“It appears your friend Callie is getting married.”
Riley gave me a funny look. “Today is her wedding da—”
“But not to Milton.”
Riley’s brow furrowed. “Wait, what? Then to…”
Her jaw dropped. “Wait, to Hayden? You’re fucking kidding me!”
“Nope,” I whistled, shaking my head.
“Oh my God, I knew there was something up with her!” She pushed her hands through her hair. “That bitch, I can’t believe she didn’t say anything!”
I chuckled. “Well, you can chew her out yourself. C’mon.”
“Where?”
“To the wedding. I’m one of the witnesses.”
Riley’s jaw dropped all over again. “Wait they’re doing it right now?” She snorted a laugh. “Man, Callie grew some serious balls.”
“She is friends with you,” I laughed quietly.
Riley grinned, biting her lip as she punched me in the arm playfully. “You saying I have balls?”
“I’m fairly confident I’d have noticed if you did.”
She blushed fiercely.
“But metaphorically, yeah, angel,” I purred, pulling her close. “Yeah you do.” I kissed her slowly, letting our lips sear together, before I pulled away. “Shall we?”
Riley shook her head. “I have to go find my other friends and make sure they’re there too.”
I nodded. “I’ll meet you there then. The library in the east wing of the palace.”
I pulled her close, kissing her softly, and then deeper, letting her moans melt through me. Yeah, what Hayden was doing was wild, and reckless. But then, here I was doing the same thing. And I knew one thing for sure: the day would end with her as my queen. Come hell or high water, come what may. Riley was already mine, but the sun would go down that day with the whole damn world knowing it.
Chapter 10
Riley
I was halfway down a hallway, making a beeline back to the ballroom, when I heard it. I froze, my face flushing bright red as I heard it again, and this time, the sound was unmistakable.
…Moaning.
A woman’s moan of pleasure, specifically. I bit my lip, whirling back towards the half-cracked door I’d just breezed past. And I knew I should have just kept going and just let it be, and I was going to, but
then I heard something else, and I froze.
“Yes, daddy.”
My eyes went wide, my jaw almost hitting the floor.
…The voice was Lola’s.
I grinned to myself, wondering who on earth she was in there with. And I was about to just leave my friend to her privacy with every intention of grilling her later, when I heard another sound — this one a sharp, snapping slap sound, followed by a yelp from what had to be my friend.
I whirled back, my brow furrowed. Wait, was I hearing my friend getting lucky, or getting hurt?
I didn’t think, I just acted, storming right back to the door and pounding on it.
“Lola? Are you okay in there?”
There was a crashing sound, and without even stopping, I grabbed the knob and shoved the door open as I tumbled inside.
“Um, hi.”
I blinked. The room was empty except for my friend, who was sitting in a big, high-backed leather chair behind this huge, ornate desk.
“Lola?”
“H-hey!”
She smiled at me, swallowing thickly as a redness bloomed over her cheeks. “W-what’s up, Riley?”
I looked at her curiously. “Uh, are you okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” she laughed nervously. “Totally fine.”
“I heard something.”
“Did you?” her voice squeaked as she forced a smile at me. “What, uh, what did you hear?”
I looked at her curiously, and when my gaze slid to the floor next to the desk and saw the pile of things that looked like they probably belonged on the desk, my brows arched.
“Uh, Lola…”
“Oh, that,” she laughed nervously, swallowing again and shrugging. “I was poking around and just bumped into the desk. I’ll pick it up later, don’t worry.”
This was weird. She was acting weird.
“Lola, I know I heard something.”
“Well...” She shrugged again. “It wasn’t me!”
