Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  She stared at him. “So, if I said I wanted to leave, you would let me? Right now?”

  “Of course. I’d be disappointed, but you have your own free will.” He hesitated, licking his lips. “I don’t think that’s what you want though. I think you’re confused and freaked out by how much we click. I think if I were to trail a finger through your pussy right now, it would come away soaked with your juices.” He lifted one brow.

  She squirmed. How could he be so dead right?

  Cain leaned closer, his lips inches from hers. “I think if I kiss you, you’ll lose yourself in me, and within minutes, I’ll have you begging me to fuck your sweet pussy.”

  It was her turn to chuckle. No matter how turned on she was or how badly she wanted exactly what he suggested, she would never beg a man in this lifetime. “You’ve lost your mind. I don’t beg.” Shit. She’d never even wanted anyone enough to ask them to fuck her, let alone beg. Until now.

  Something in his eyes made her wish she’d never spoken those words. A challenge? She was so fucked.

  Chapter Four

  Cain was so fucked. This pixie of a woman already had him breaking every rule in his own book. She had him wrapped so tightly around her little finger, he couldn’t breathe properly.

  Why had he taken his shirt off before he knew for sure she’d agree to stay? And what possessed him to freak her out by telling her she was the first woman to see his tats?

  Hopefully they’d moved from that topic for now, because he didn’t want to explain himself further at the moment. He wanted his cock inside her. However, as absurd as her protests were, considering how wiggly she was and how erect her light pink nipples were, he now had to deal with the challenge of making her come so hard she begged him before he could sink into her tight warmth.

  The challenge was on.

  He moaned around his next words. “Baby, you are so totally going to beg me to fuck you.”

  Her eyes widened, but she didn’t argue further.

  “If I release your hands so I can explore your secrets, will you keep them above your head?”

  “Not a chance in hell.”

  “That’s what I thought.” Plan B was easy enough. Cain pulled both wrists higher above her head and grabbed them with one of his hands. With his free hand, he cupped her face, his thumb on her bottom lip, tugging it down until she opened for him.

  “I’m going to kiss you now.” He lowered his face slowly, closing his eyes for a moment as he inhaled her sweet breath. Before connecting their lips, he licked across her upper lip and then her lower.

  She gasped, her body squirming again between his legs.

  Oh yeah. She was so going to beg. Perhaps before he touched her clit.

  When he finally sealed his lips to hers in a kiss, they both moaned. Jesus. She was potent.

  Her sweet mouth opened for him, her tongue reaching out to tangle with his without hesitation. She even cocked her head to one side to deepen the connection.

  Cain got so absorbed in the kiss he almost forgot to explore other parts of her body. He intended to taste every inch of her skin and then some.

  She tipped her head back, breathing heavily, as he nibbled a path down her neck, scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin until she shivered. Smiling to himself, he continued lower until he nuzzled the space between her breasts and then flicked his tongue over her nipple.

  She arched into the contact, the tip going rigid and darker. Sexy as fuck. Her breasts were larger than one would expect on someone with her petite frame, but who was he to argue with nature? Damn she was fine.

  When he sucked the sweet nipple into his mouth, she nearly shot off the bed. She totally would have slammed into his nose if he hadn’t had a grip on her hands.

  Holding her nipple deep in his mouth, he flicked his tongue rapidly over the tip until she called out. “Cain. Oh God…”

  Yep. Those were the words he wanted to hear from this woman for the rest of his life. And he fully intended to wring them out of her at least twice a day until they were about ninety years old.

  Perhaps it wasn’t logical that he was so certain about a woman he’d spent all of one hour with. It was even more illogical that he’d been equally as sure of their connection before he ever spoke to her in the first place.

  Visions of her sitting across from her friend every Saturday filtered through his head as he released her nipple to torment the other. While she squirmed underneath him, he let a pile of images filter through his mind like so many photographs.

  He didn’t have any actual pictures of her. It would have felt invasive to take any without her permission. But he had memories. The way she sat all prim and proper every time she first arrived at The Bar. She’d cross her legs and tuck a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear like a perfect lady during the first drink—usually pink wine of some sort.

  She rarely had more than two drinks in an evening, but at some point near the end of the first and the beginning of the second, she relaxed. Her leg would slide to settle beside its partner. She’d press her thighs together as she giggled over something she saw on her phone.

  When she laughed, she came fully alive. Her head would tip back, and she never held back the sound. The memory of her giggles made his dick harder.

  Her face would take on a telltale flush during the second glass of wine. And he would swear she glanced his direction, turning a darker shade of red, several times an evening. He often wondered what the two ladies were looking at on their phones.

  Cain switched his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment until she writhed beneath him. “Cain…” Her voice was barely audible.

  He lifted one leg and wedged his knee between hers. Luckily, she was small enough for him to continue holding her wrists over her head while flattening his other hand on her belly and then smoothing it down to her pussy.

  The second he touched her clit, she jerked against his hand. Her head flew back, elongating her neck while her mouth fell open.

  Oh yeah. She was so fucking sexy…

  She lifted her foot, bent her knee, and set it on the mattress, digging her heel in. Her other leg was trapped between his thighs.

  He slid his fingers lower and dragged his middle finger through her folds. He had to grit his teeth at the amount of wetness gathered at the entrance to her pussy. She was so aroused.

  His cock flinched, bumping into his wrist. It was going to kill him to hold back much longer.

  As he slid his finger into her pussy, he moaned. So fucking tight. He didn’t waste time drawing her closer to orgasm. He didn’t have that kind of time unless he wanted to shoot off on her belly. Instead, he crooked his finger and dragged it languidly against her G-spot.

  Shayla whimpered. Oh yeah.

  When he flattened his palm against her clit, she froze, not breathing.

  He smiled, staring at her face. Her cheeks were red, her hair a tangled halo around her. Her mouth hung open. Her eyes were slits he knew she wasn’t seeing through.

  And she was totally his. Even though she didn’t realize it yet, he knew. This decision had been a sound one. The best he’d ever made. The months of waiting for the right moment to approach her had been totally worth it. Although it would have been significantly better if she hadn’t been attacked in an alley earlier. At least he’d been close on her heels and stopped the assholes before they got very far.

  He allowed himself only a moment to consider how he would keep her safe in the future—the detail he would put on her at all times. She’d be a target as soon as the world knew she was his. He never wanted her to be in a situation like the one she had been in an hour ago.

  Shaking thoughts of the future from his mind, he eased his finger out of her, slid it up toward her clit again, and flicked the swollen nub.

  She jerked her face toward his, licking her lips and then blinking. “You don’t play fair,” she muttered.

  He smirked. “Rarely.”

  “Let go of my hands so I can touc
h you too.”

  He shook his head. “Not until you come first.” He stopped touching her clit though and instead circled the tip with one finger.

  Her eyes widened. “Then why did you stop?”

  He smiled broader. “Waiting for you to beg.”

  She rolled her eyes and tugged on her hands in his grip. A flush raced down her chest. Her nipples visibly stiffened further. She might not like to admit it, but his words turned her on.

  He flicked his finger once over her clit.

  She flinched, lifting her hips off the bed.

  He straddled the swollen flesh with two fingers and slowly drew them closer together.

  “Ohhh…God,” she whispered.

  After a brief pinch, he released her clit and thrummed his finger over it again.

  She made a short, high-pitched squeak.

  He lowered his face to hers, nibbled a path to her ear, and whispered, “What do you need, baby?”

  She panted.

  When he thrust two fingers into her and pulled them back out just as fast, she stiffened.

  Man, she was stubborn.

  He did it again, using three fingers this time. When he finally did enter her, he needed to be gentle. She was so tight. “Shayla…” Her name rolled off his lips like honey. With lazy motions not firm enough to make her come, he toyed with her clit again, teasing it, tapping it, circling it, flicking it.

  Finally, she relented. “Please… God, Cain, please let me come.”

  He smiled against her ear and then kissed the sweet spot behind it. As he lifted his face to watch her come undone, he straddled her clit with two fingers and used the center one to flick over it rapidly.

  She gasped, her body going stiff again.

  So close. He wanted her to let go so badly.

  Without hesitation, he released her hands above her head, scooted down her body in less than a second, and settled between her legs. He then removed his fingers from her clit, grabbed her thighs, and pressed them wide.

  “Cain…”

  He only gave himself a few seconds to inhale her scent, and then closed the distance to suck her clit between his lips.

  Shayla screamed as her orgasm rushed through her. He felt every pulse against his lips. He pressed his cock into the mattress to keep from coming. If she was always that responsive and made that noise every time he made love to her, he would never manage to get inside her before coming on the bed.

  She grabbed his shoulders with both hands and squeezed as the pulsing slowed.

  Cain didn’t stop. He released the suction, but only to flick his tongue over the nub and then thrust it into her pussy. Damn she tasted like heaven.

  “Jesus, Cain. That was…” Her words trailed off as she squirmed. She tugged on his shoulders. “Please. I need you inside me.”

  He could do that. Slowly crawling up her body, he kissed her belly, the swell of her breasts, and then her neck before taking her mouth again. She’d taste herself on his lips, but if she minded, she didn’t let on.

  He lined up his cock with her entrance and nudged her slit.

  She lifted her hips, forcing him a few inches into her.

  Even though he’d intended to take it slow, his ability to hold back hung by a thread, so when she lifted again, forcing him deeper, he thrust the rest of the way in to the hilt.

  He broke the kiss when every brain cell went to his cock, luxuriating in the feel of her tight warmth wrapped around him. He wouldn’t last. Not this time. Three slow thrusts and he was unable to hold back.

  With gritted teeth, he pushed as deep as he could and held his breath, futilely willing himself to not come yet. His brain and his dick were in disagreement, however, and the next thing he knew, he was emptying himself deep inside her.

  It felt better than anything he’d ever experienced in his life.

  Maybe he didn’t know Shayla well. Maybe this was ridiculous. But he didn’t care. She was right. She was perfect. She was his.

  They’d figure out the details as they forged a relationship together.

  Now all he had to do was convince her of his plan. Would she balk at the idea of moving in with him and making a new life?

  God, he hoped not. Because after having her this first time, he didn’t want to spend even one night without her in his bed.

  ***

  Shayla could not believe how contented she felt. In her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined sex could be so good. No, good was absolutely too weak of a word to describe the way her world had exploded around her.

  She would give anything to do that again every day of her life. Twice. Hell, three times.

  As Cain slid out of her and snuggled up to her side, hauling her body as close to his as possible, she sighed.

  “Mmm. That was amazing,” he said, kissing her neck. “You’re even better in person than in my imagination.”

  She chuckled lightly. “You can’t possibly expect me to believe you’ve dreamed of sleeping with me.”

  “Dozens of times.” His lips found her neck and nibbled a path to her ear. “And none of them were as good as the real deal.”

  She twisted to face him. “Cain, that’s crazy. You can’t be serious. We just met.”

  “Yeah, but you and your friend have been coming to The Bar on Saturday nights religiously for months. I’ve seen you exactly thirteen times. You always sit in the same booth, hardly pay attention to anyone around you, and giggle with your friend over your phones. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to be a fly on your shoulder, to see what you found so fascinating on the tiny screen.”

  She gasped. “Seriously? Thirteen times?” Was that possible? She’d been ogling him for about the same length of time, but she didn’t honestly know exactly how many weeks it had been.

  “Yep.” He grinned.

  She twisted fully around until she faced him, propping her head up to settle it on her palm. “You could have anyone in the world. Why the hell would you waste your time watching me drink with Katelin every Saturday night? Don’t get me wrong, I never failed to notice you. You and Cale are the sole reason Kate and I never miss a Saturday. But I’m not that interesting.”

  He smiled slowly and lifted a hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. His actions were so damn endearing, and she shuddered under his touch, tipping her cheek to nuzzle against his hand. “Why do you sell yourself short?”

  She shrugged, frowning. “Life doesn’t usually provide me with roses, Cain. In fact, it’s been a series of disappointments. My daydreams might feature luxurious evenings lounging in your arms, but my reality is composed of the most boring job on the planet followed by takeout or cheap microwave dinners with Katelin.”

  It seemed as though he hung on every word she said. No one had ever made her feel as important as he did right then, as if her life were the opposite of boring and he wanted to hear every detail.

  “Where do you work?”

  “I’m a data entry clerk at Washburn and Washburn. Kate and I both work there. We have for eight years.”

  “Is that where you two met?”

  She shook her head. “Nope. We met in the same foster home.”

  His eyes widened. “You were in foster care?”

  “Yep. According to my records, my mother died of an overdose when I was two and no one knew who my father was. I lived in five foster homes. Met Kate at the last one. We bonded over a similar plight, and the fact that we were leery of the man who was our foster dad.”

  Cain stiffened. “Leery?”

  She shrugged. “We didn’t trust him. He always seemed a little skeevy. A bit handsy. So we took no chances. As soon as we turned eighteen, we got the hell out. And we’ve been sharing an apartment ever since.”

  He cupped her face, causing her to tip into his touch. No one had ever been so attentive to her. She had never divulged so much information about herself either. It’s like he’s cast a spell over me.

  “You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever met.”

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sp; She rolled her eyes. “I’m just a girl who’s been through some shit. I don’t think I need an award for it. Until tonight, I would’ve said the most interesting day of my life was probably the day I met Kate.”

  “You’ve surely dated tons of guys.” He wasn’t quite asking, but at the same time, his fingers stopped stroking her cheek as he stared more intently into her eyes.

  “I’ve dated. Not often. But I have. It just never worked out.” Until now, she wanted to add, as if this thing with the prince of Sistonia could take on a life of its own and last more than another hour. Riiight. “Guys…they mostly want one thing, and they don’t really care how they get it.”

  He leaned closer. “I hope you don’t think that’s true of me. Even though we just had sex, I don’t want you to think it wasn’t special.”

  She giggled, setting her hand on his firm chest and shoving him gently. “Come on. Don’t make promises. I’m a big girl. I can handle the truth and take this for what it is.”

  “And what exactly do you think this is?” he asked.

  “Sex. A fantastic fuck with the hottest guy I’ve ever set eyes on. A prince even. No one would believe it if I told them. Not that I would blab about you. I’m not that kind of girl. You don’t have to worry about me talking to the press or anything. Like I said, who would believe me anyway?”

  “I trust you. And I don’t honestly care who you tell about us or what you tell them. As long as you can live with what the tabloids print about us, I can. It’s up to you. I’ll keep you as sheltered or outed as you’d like.”

  She blinked. He had to be kidding. After a deep breath, she continued. “Whatever. You came upon me at the perfect moment, rescued me from a horrifying fate, and swept me off my feet for the night. I totally appreciate you saving our asses, by the way. And I feel like an actual princess in your arms. But I’m not stupid. Don’t taint this by insinuating there will be a tomorrow.”

  His eyes widened. “Why do you insist on doubting me? What do I have to do to convince you I’m serious? I want you. I want you in my life. I want you to move out of your apartment first thing tomorrow and come live here with me. I know the place will be a little cramped for a while until we get our own home, but I promise to ensure we have all the privacy we need, anytime we desire, until we make that happen.”