by Violet Paige
“You like being fucked like this?” His husky voice reached something inside me. A dark place that liked to be told what to do. A place where I didn’t have to think—only feel.
“Yes. When you do it. I do.”
The heel of his hand pressed into my low back as he fucked me once more from behind, hilting himself deeper than he’d ever been.
“Oh shit,” I hissed.
Damon’s hands clasped the upper part of my thighs, kicking them out from underneath me as he pulled me flat to my stomach. He bit my ear as his chest pressed into my back.
My hips lifted for him as he pushed inside me. I still couldn’t believe how thick he was.
His fingers locked in mine as he thrust against my counterthrust. His breath was in my ear. The sweat of his skin dripped along my back. It was intimate. A closeness I’d never experienced.
I wanted him to fulfill his promise to fuck me all night. I didn’t want it to end. Because I knew when the sun broke, the dream would be over. Our skin slid together, scorching each other as our need grew. I didn’t know how to slow it down. How to stop the clock. We were powerless against the release combusting between us.
One.
Two.
Three.
He plunged inside me and Damon grunted as his orgasm gripped him. The final thrust ignited the flame that torched my veins, raging a smoldering fire that soothed and fueled me simultaneously. I had nowhere to go. He held me down as my body incinerated with flickering pulses.
“Oh, I can’t.” I tried to wiggle free. It was too much. Too intense. I was overwhelmed by how my body reacted to him. I wasn’t this girl.
“Feel it, baby. That’s it,” he whispered in my ear. My toes curled and I clawed at his hands. “Come hard on my cock.”
“Oh God,” I screamed. Something unleashed in me.
I stopped fighting it and let the orgasm claim me.
“It’s so fucking good like this,” Damon groaned. “My cock is exactly where it should be. Deep inside your sweet pussy.”
“Ohh.” It kept going. Wave after wave. His dirty words provoked a new rippling in my core. He had unbelievable power over me.
“Fuck yeah.” He knew it. He could feel my walls squeezing around him like a vice. I convulsed as a third orgasm hit me.
He pressed into me and I moaned with pleasure. “I’m so fucking deep inside you.”
“I-I can’t,” I whimpered. “It’s too much.” Four in a row? I couldn’t.
“You can come one more time. Because you like when I say dirty things to you. When I put my cock in your beautiful mouth. When I lick your pussy. When I claim it. Like I am now. Fucking you deep, baby. So deep you’ll remember me tomorrow, won’t you?”
The room spun around as the last orgasm slammed into me. “Yes,” I finally screamed. “God, Yes. Damon, Yes. Fuck. Yes.” I’d never remember anything else after this. My pussy quivered until there was nothing left. He had fucked me senseless.
“Shit, you’re sexy as hell, love.”
Damon’s body was heavy and limp. He kissed my neck, rolling me with him to the side. I cocooned to his chest. I knew there was no way I could sleep. I had performed the ultimate sexual Olympics. Become a sex kitten. Been touched and licked in ways that women only dreamed about. And by a fucking king.
But within minutes, my eyes slowly closed and I couldn’t fight the dark any longer.
Nine
Damon
There was a soft sigh as sleep claimed her. I pulled the sheet over us and let her lie in my arms. This woman had taken me somewhere I didn’t know I could go—to my knees.
I remembered the rules of the society. One night. The fucked up system had never bothered me before. I was always as pleased to see them go as come. She shouldn’t be any different. She had signed the contract. In the morning I would send her home in an unmarked royal car and I’d never see her again.
I closed my eyes.
I didn’t know if that was something I could do, just yet.
What happened on this bed wasn’t supposed to happen. I had a taste of something that made me hunger for more. I craved her more now than before we stepped on the elevator.
I ran my palm along her hip. She nuzzled next to me.
I’d never had a night with a tally like this. It was supposed to be fucking. Plain and simple. I got my thrill from beating every man in the Titan for her. She got the thrill from having her fantasy come true. It was an even exchange. The contracts protected the society in case anything got out of hand. It never did. The mutual need was met without question.
But there was something about Molly Washington that had gotten under my skin. By now I would have climbed out of bed and walked to my office. Maybe had another drink and looked at tomorrow’s agenda.
But something in my chest urged me to stay. To hold on to her a little longer. Inhale the scent of her hair. Press my body to hers. Remember what it felt like to touch her.
Daylight would be here soon.
I steadied myself against the balcony railing. The wind whipped from the east. From here I could see the ocean. It looked still at sunrise.
There was a cruise ship coming in to port. In a few hours, the tourists would be wandering Freychon, shopping for souvenirs, taking pictures. Posting about the beauty of my country. Some would vow they could never leave. Others would promise to return. Tourism was an economic driver for the country, but not the only one. We had more to offer than pretty postcards.
“Your majesty.” Fernando cleared his throat behind me.
I turned. He presented a cart of coffee.
“Gracias.”
I watched as he placed the contents of the cart on the balcony’s dining table. Within minutes he had left the residence.
I reached for the pot of coffee. I liked it black. The steam swirled from the top as I poured a cup.
And what about the American sleeping in my bed? What was her story? What brought her to Galona?
Maybe it was time I found out.
I walked inside, making a turn for the master suite. She was tangled in the sheets. A long leg strewn across the bed. Her arms cradled a pillow. Her hair was auburn with deep hues of golden honey. She looked like a fucking angel sleeping there. I was certain I’d never had one of those in my bed before.
And not one who was anything like this woman.
I took another sip of coffee before placing it next to the bed.
Her head moved. “Mmm.”
“Bonjour.” I shirked the lounge pants from my legs. “Buenos dias.”
I climbed on the bed, taking the sheet over my head.
I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t want to. I pinned her warm sleepy body under me, taking her tit in my mouth. I sucked roughly.
“Ohh.”
She came alive under my slow hands as I massaged her swollen clit. I licked, swirling my tongue over her.
She whimpered, bucking her hips towards my hand. I felt her walls flutter against my fingers. I plunged them deep in her entrance, making her groan in my ear. Fuck. She was incredible. Already wet and ready. Soft and warm.
I kissed her neck and her shoulder. Burning my way to her mouth.
No man could get enough of her lips. It was like she was laced with nectar.
The morning light filtered in through the drapes. Her eyes were hooded with lust. With desire.
My impatience won the battle. I nudged her leg to the side, pressing my hard dick to her pussy. She soaked my shaft with her honey, sliding back and forth. Daring me to fuck her like this. To drive myself home.
“Fuck, love,” I growled. I didn’t have much self-restraint but I leaned for the drawer, sheathing myself in a condom in record time.
Her hands carried over her head as I secured her wrists with one hand. She was mine. So sweet and submissive. I kissed her as my cock sank into her with driving force.
“Oh God,” she purred.
I watched her. My eyes locked on hers as I slammed into her over and over.
He
r pussy wrapped my cock in velvet heat, clenching and gripping every time I seared our bodies together. It was the hottest pussy I’d ever experienced. God, I was fucking lost in her.
I thrust again, knowing I was going to come hard.
I reached down, flicking her clit with urgency. She had to come too.
“Come, baby. Fucking come. I want you to drench my cock.”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes.” Her eyes closed.
“Look at me.”
Her long lashes lifted and the fire blazed in her stare. I massaged her nub, drawing the orgasm from her one stroke after another. Mine was building at the base of my spine and I was going to fucking come in seconds.
A bead of sweat dropped from my chest and landed on her breast, rolling along her creamy skin. I cinched her wrists tighter as the rip cord in my body sprung free like a parachute and my release begged to be rewarded.
“Fuck,” I growled. “You’re fucking mine. Right now.”
“Yes.” She breathed. She panted my name as her walls seized my dick and rattled my balls. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Oh please.”
“Never,” I promised.
She was feverish and flushed. Her eyes dazed with sexual power as I delivered her a second orgasm.
I watched in awe as she rode it to its peak before it spilled to complete calm.
I collapsed on top of her. I could stay inside this woman all day.
Ten
Molly
I didn’t know what was supposed to happen now. I was sure any minute Damon was going to kick me out of bed and send me home. That would be it. The end of the contract. The end of my one-night fantasy.
He’s breathing returned to normal. He pushed off the mattress, looking at me with the kind of look that made me want to do what we had done all over again.
“I-I should go?” I whispered.
“I had coffee brought up,” he answered. “Join me.”
He rolled away and I immediately missed the closeness of his body.
I watched in awe as he pulled a pair of lounge pants over his powerful legs and tucked his shaft inside. My clothes had been strung all over the residence. I wasn’t sure I could put them back together.
I bit my lip, not sure how to proceed.
Damon walked to his dresser and grabbed a shirt. “How about this, love?”
He tossed a white T-shirt to me.
I nodded. “Thanks.”
I threaded it over my head and stood. It barely covered the edge of my bottom.
He pressed his lips together, frowning. “Wait here.”
Damon strolled to a door at the other end of the room. He turned on the light and my jaw dropped when I saw the rows of suits. It was a wardrobe as large as my entire apartment.
He returned with a pair of jogging shorts with a drawstring.
“Probably a little big, but maybe you can tighten them.”
I stepped into the pair of black shorts. I noticed an emblem near the hem.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“Galona’s Royal Navy crest.”
“Oh.” I pulled the string as tightly as I could and tied them into a secure knot. The shorts hung low on my hips, but at least I wasn’t half naked.
“My favorite running shorts, actually. One of the only things I have from my navy training.”
My eyes widened. “You were in the Royal Navy? I wouldn’t think you’d have to do that.” I followed him through the double doors and out onto a balcony.
He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me.
“Thank you.” It smelled heavenly.
“Why? Do you think because I’m royalty I shouldn’t serve my country in the military?”
From his tone I could tell I may have struck a nerve. “It seems maybe running the country would suffice.” I smiled. I tried to picture him in a full military uniform. Could he possibly get any sexier?
“The House of Sauvage has a strong tradition of military service. My father and all my brothers have served. After I completed university, I was an officer in the Royal Navy for four years. I had to retire earlier than expected when I was crowned king. I left service as a captain.”
“You didn’t know you were going to be king?” I sipped the coffee and I looked across the balcony. The view was incredible. I could see endless miles of ocean, surrounding the city of Freychon. It was beautiful from the top of the palace.
He followed my gaze to a ship leaving the marina. “No. My father’s death wasn’t planned.”
Shit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ignorant of your family’s history. I’m very sorry.”
His eyes floated in my direction. “How long have you been in Galona?” He quickly changed the subject.
“Ten months,” I answered.
“Have you spent all your time in the city, or have you ventured out of Freychon?”
“Not much,” I admitted. “I’ve gone to the beach with my friend a few times. I did a vineyard tour.”
“Not much, is correct.” He frowned.
“Well, I don’t have a lot of free time.” It might sound better if I explained I wasn’t uninterested in his country. I was up to my eyeballs in my dissertation research. “I will explore the country. I just need a little time.”
His eyes narrowed. “And what is it that takes up so much of your time?” His voice was cold, icy.
“My dissertation.”
He arched his eyebrows. “You’re at the Conservatory?” It seemed to change his tone.
I nodded. “I’m here on a scholarship. Sometimes I feel like I’ll never be done, and then other times I don’t want it to be over. But for now, it’s time consuming. I keep telling myself I’ll travel when the writing is complete. At least it brought me here.” I smiled. I rattled on longer than I intended.
He leaned against the table, his heavy arms shifting the weight of the surface. “The burning question is what do you study, Miss Washington? Should I guess?” His smile was devilish. In the sunlight, I could see flecks of amber in his dark eyes. They were subtle, but they were there. “You seem to be an avid learner.”
Holy shit. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What happened between us last night and this morning was not me. It was alternate me. The me who wanted to try something wild and naughty. The me who needed a break from the notecards.
“I-I. Literature,” I sputtered. Contrary to what he thought, I wasn’t schooled in stripper or hooker activity. Last night was a first.
“Maybe you’d be interested in the royal library.”
“The royal library?” I knew there was a special collection in the city that hadn’t been archived for public use. I had no idea it was housed here. Like The Titan, I thought it was an urban legend. Just a much nerdier one.
“Collected for centuries. It’s downstairs.”
“It’s here? In the palace?”
He nodded lazily. “Would you like to see it?”
“I would love to see it.” The smile quickly dropped from my face.
I wasn’t supposed to stay. I had been given explicit instructions to get the hell out of the fantasy as soon as the sun came up. The contract was clear. No loitering. No stalling. No segue way to the next part of the day. The Titan created a one-night binding contract.
“Something wrong?” He poured a second cup of coffee for me. The china mugs were small.
I looked down at his T-shirt, covering my breasts. The shorts tied around my waist. “I need to leave. I can’t overstay my welcome.” I started to rise from the table. My clothes had to be around here somewhere.
“Sit,” he commanded.
My skin bristled. “But I know I should leave.” The truth was I didn’t want to wait around to be kicked out. I could leave with some shred of dignity if I collected my things and left of my own accord.
“Do you see anyone from The Titan here?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He pulled his expensive watch into the sunlight. He tapped it. “The fucking con
tract has expired, Molly.”
“What does that mean?” I could feel something in the air changing. “What are you saying?”
“It means, you’re staying.”
I blinked. “But I have…I can’t. Can I?” My head was spinning. This wasn’t part of the plan. It was strictly forbidden.
“You can and you will.” He seemed confident whatever he said was law. Maybe it was.
He rose from the table. “I’ll have some clothes delivered.”
“And the library?” I blurted.
He laughed. “Yes and then I’ll take you to the library.”
He walked inside, leaving me on the balcony to bask in what was an unbelievable situation. Was this happening? The china cup rattled as I lifted it from the saucer. I looked out at the city below. This was a royal view. The king’s view. And in this moment—it was mine.
Eleven
Damon
I shouldn’t have said it. The moment Molly offered to leave, I should have let her walk out the door. It would be easy to send her home. Watch that cute ass take a step on the other side of my residence and never let it cross the threshold again. But I couldn’t fucking do it. I always got what I wanted and I wanted her. Every part of her.
Membership in the society couldn’t dictate what I did as king. Lesage could fuck off if he thought I cared about his code of honor.
This was my country.
My laws.
My way.
I waited in my office while she changed. I needed to review the itinerary for the day. It was delivered promptly at 8 a.m. each morning in a black leather case. It was called the lodestar. It always had been. It sat on my desk.
I pressed my thumb to the latch. Once my thumbprint was recognized the device unlocked, revealing the official royal schedule. There was a complete listing of every event my brothers and sister would attend today, as well as the talking points I needed to address for my lunch with the prime minister of the Bostique islands.
My sister Isabel was on the other side of the country representing my interests in the irrigation of the country’s olive groves. Although we couldn’t match Spain, our farmers were out producing our neighbors per square acre. It was something I thought worth investing in. Irrigation would double their production.
