Page 12 of Owned By Royal

I lift my head and look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen. But her eyes, her eyes are bright with something that isn’t fear.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask again.

She shakes her head, just barely.

I smile against her neck. “Then let’s give them a show.”

I slide my hand up her thigh, beneath the silk of her dress. She gasps, her hand gripping my shoulder.

“Royal…”

“Shh,” I whisper against her ear. “Just feel.”

She’s warm and wet beneath my fingers, and the realization makes my cock ache. I circle her clit with my thumb, light and teasing, and she bites her lip to keep from crying out.

“You’re so wet,” I murmur. “Is this from arguing with me? From pretending you hate me?”

She shakes her head, but her hips buck against my hand.

“I think it is,” I say, pressing harder. “I think you love fighting with me. I think it gets you off.”

“You’re…” She breaks off with a moan as I slide one finger inside her. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet here you are,” I say, adding a second finger. “Clinging to me. Fucking my hand.”

She whimpers, her head falling back against the wall. I can see the struggle in her. The battle between what she thinks she should want and what she actually wants. I lean in and bite her earlobe.

“Anyone could walk out here,” I whisper. “Anyone could see you like this. See what a slut you are for me.”

She flushes crimson, her eyes wide. “I’m not…”

“You are,” I insist, curling my fingers to find that spot that makes her see stars. “You’re my little slut, aren’t you? Getting off while anyone could see.”

She moans, loud enough that I have to cover her mouth with my other hand. Her eyes are glazed, her hips moving in rhythm with my fingers.

“That’s it,” I coax. “Take it. Take what you need.”

I feel her tighten around my fingers, her body going rigid. She comes with a cry that I swallow with my mouth, her body shuddering against mine.

I keep my fingers inside her, feeling her flutter and pulse, until she goes limp. Then I slowly withdraw, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean while she watches, her face still flushed.

She blinks at me, dazed. “I want more.”

I raise an eyebrow. “More?”

“All the way.” She swallows, her bravado faltering for just a second. “I want you inside me.”

I study her face, looking for any hesitation. “There’s no turning back, Sierra. Once we do this, there’s no pretending it didn’t happen.”

She nods, her jaw set. “I know.”

I take her hand and lead her back inside, through the crowded ballroom. No one pays us any attention. They are too wrapped up in their own performances. We take the elevator to the upper floors, and I use a keycard from my wallet to open the suite door.

The room is dark, lit only by the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I close the door and turn to her.

“Last chance,” I say.

She answers by reaching behind her and unzipping her dress. It pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lace bra and panties. I stare at her, my throat going dry. She’s beautiful, all soft curves and pale skin, and I want to ruin her in the best possible way.