Page 26 of Regal Queen

And now, he was pushing me away so that he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone abandoning him anymore.

I straightened, staring into his eyes and facing down his demons with a ferocity of a hunting lion. I wasn’t going to back down.

Fuck the Kings.

I was the daughter of Alexander Petrov and a fucking queen.

“I’m here, and I’m not leaving."

I felt him suck in a breath, heard the whoosh of his shocked breath. Did I just promise to never leave him?

I almost couldn’t believe it myself, in as much in shock as he appeared to be. But I couldn't make myself amend my statement. Regardless of what might happen in the future, I was determined to be here for him in this moment.

"Prove it." His voice still had a hard edge to it, mixed with a rough, lusty sound.

I lifted my head to stare into those troubled blue eyes. "What?"

"Prove it," he repeated, his voice now firm and sure. "Get on your knees and suck my dick. Prove that you're here for me."

Nice. Resorting to sex to create a barrier between us.

But my tongue slipped out involuntarily. I'd never sucked a cock before, and I'd barely even seen Bourbon without clothes, despite the fact that he'd taken my virginity. I also had no idea whether or not I would even like sucking his dick.

However, steeling myself, I took a step back and, staring into his eyes the whole time, I fell to my knees, determined to prove him wrong.

"Asshole." I hissed as my fingers clumsily worked on his belt, then the button, but he didn't react, just stared down at me with that resolute look on his face.

The rain was beginning to let up but the balcony floor under me was uncomfortable and, down here on my knees and so far from his warmth, I was cold. Goosebumps prickled my arms and neck and my hair was drenched. But I slid down his zipper with a snap, determined to do this.

His eyes were still cold but the minute I took his thick girth in my hand, they grew heated, and a low noise escaped his throat.

A fracture of his walls.

A breaking of the shield around Bourbon's heart.

I bent forward, still keeping eye contact with him even though I had no idea what I was doing. My tongue darted out, and I managed to lick the tip.

There was something wet there. Salty.

Pre-come. I’d heard the word before.

"All the way in, Rapunzel."

At this, I finally broke the my gaze from Bourbon's and my stomach lurched, suddenly nervous when I saw the length of Bourbon's dick. I was about to shove that whole thing in down my throat.

He didn’t move, not an inch.

He wanted me to do it.

He wanted my submission.

That was the true test here, not me getting him off.

I swallowed the spit pooling in my mouth, took in a deep breath, then grasped my fingers around his cock and slid my mouth down over it.

The groan that left him was like fucking triumph to my soul. It made a zing spread through my chest then fly out my fingers like motherfucking shooting stars.

His fingers threaded through my hair and, grasping it tight, his hand guided me up and down.

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