Page 66 of Wicked Revenge

I can feel the panic sliding up my throat at the memories, squeezing tighter than Royal ever could.

In and out. Just breathe.

I close my eyes and take a deep, calming breath around his hand. I will not let King control me or my body ever again. The only way I can take back my power is to choose for myself. Blowing out a long breath, I shove the panic back down and open my eyes to see Royal watching my face with a look of pride.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to my forehead before he brings his lips down to mine, almost touching, but not quite.

He doesn’t comment on what just happened, but he knows. He let me work through it on my own. His eyes pierce into mine, saying everything his mouth doesn’t.

“Thank you,” my whisper ghosts against his lips, causing a shiver to run through his body. I need his kiss. His touch. Him. I need him like I need my next breath. He doesn’t make me wait any longer. Royal steals my lips in a slow, burning kiss. It’s a claiming and dominating kiss, but also a comforting caress of passion.

He owns my mouth with his, sliding deeper with each stroke of his tongue. He nips at my lip before pulling back completely. It takes me a minute to figure out how to breathe again. For a few stolen moments in time, we just stare at each other, existing in our little bubble. With one final kiss on my lips, Royal groans as he shifts his weight off me, rolls out of bed, and grabs my hand.

“Alright, Angel. Let’s get out of this bed before I do something stupid…like fuck you into a coma.” I allow him to pull me up. He is right. As much as I want him right now, I am sore.

“Should we let them sleep?” I ask him, looking back down at the bed. Alek is full-on naked spooning Maddox. Both of them look so peaceful and content in their current state, I’d hate to disturb them.

“Hey, fuckers! Wake up.” Royal shouts, throwing a pillow at them, and I can’t escape the giggle that slips out of me as he hands me his shirt to slip on. Maddox jolts awake but Alek curls around him tighter in a protective ‘daddy’ move.

“What the fuck?” Alek complains, his sleepy timbre rumbling straight through to my very core.

“Well, good morning, ‘Big Daddy’. Someone’s happy to see me this morning,” Maddox says through his cheeky grin, wiggling his bare ass against Alek’s cock.

“Maddox,” Alek grumbles, releasing him from his hold and shoving him away. He yelps dramatically, when his ass hits the floor.

“If you want to throw me around like a rag doll, Daddy, all you have to do is ask,” Maddox says as he sits up and peeks over the bed. A pillow flies at his face a second later.

“Come on, Raena. Let’s leave them to their pillow fight,” Royal chuckles as he finishes slipping on some sweatpants. He takes my hand and pulls me from the room as I hear both men scramble to get up, taunting each other more.

We descend the stairs into the living room. He continues to pull me along to the kitchen, only stopping when we reach the island. He turns to me, without speaking, and lifts my ass onto the barstool.

“I know I’m small, but I am capable of sitting on a barstool,” I say, rolling my eyes at his antics. Truth be told, I love the way these men handle me. They don’t need to know that though.

“Roll your eyes at me again, and you won’t be able to sit down anywhere for a week,” he growls into my ear.

A shiver runs up my spine at his threat. I suddenly have the mental image of him bending me over his knee like a naughty girl and him taking his belt to my bare ass. I’m pretty sure that shouldn’t excite me like it does.

“So many empty threats. I’ll believe it when I see some follow-through,” I tease him, a smirk playing on my face as his eyes darken to a deeper blue than they just were.

I can tell I’ve surprised him when he doesn’t respond immediately, but it doesn’t take long for him to recover. Before I can even process what is happening, he has me up out of the seat and bent over the island.

I barely have time to register his shirt being lifted before the first sharp slap lands across my exposed ass. Both sets of cheeks heat immediately, one from the spanking and the other from the humiliation of being punished. But neither compare to the blazing heat that spreads through my pussy.

I’ve been punished before, but it’s never been even remotely pleasurable. I will give him shit all day, every day, if it means he will bend me over like this.

“I’ve been going easy on you. I will spank your ass for being a brat.” Slap. “I will tie you to my bed and edge you to the brink of madness.” Slap. “Make no mistake, I will always follow through.” His hand soothes the sting left behind on my cheeks, kneading and caressing the tender flesh.

My face flushes with more embarrassment when he slips his hand lower, sliding his fingers through my mess. There is no hiding what he does to me. He can feel the evidence of it dripping down my thighs.

“Fuck. You’re soaked,” he groans, twisting my hair in his fist and lifting my top half off the countertop.

He spins me around, bringing his glistening hand to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean. The second he pulls his fingers free, he lifts me up and sits my ass directly on top of the island.

He doesn’t say anything as he pushes my back flat against the cool surface. His tongue licks a long, straight line, from ass to clit, tasting all of me. He growls against my sensitive flesh, and the vibrations have my ass lifting up, chasing his tongue. His hands spread me wider for him, holding me in place as he suctions his mouth over my clit with vigor.

“Oh my–yes. Right there,” I half moan, half scream out. I can feel the quivering in my pussy, and just as I’m about to fall over the edge of orgasmic oblivion, his mouth is gone.

“No! Please,” I beg breathlessly, bringing my hand to my face as I try to catch my breath and slow my heart down.

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