Page 35 of Resisting Royal

I pulled his head away from my skin, right as his lips got to the fabric of my bra. “I do not want my husband.”

“No?” His eyes sparkled knowingly, and I hated how damn handsome he looked right now.

“No.” I had to push all the will I could muster into it.

“It’s a shame.” He dropped his head the moment my grip loosened, his lips finding my ear., “Because I want my wife.” He punctuated his words with his thumb grazing the junction where my hip met my thigh, right before rubbing at the edge of my panties.

I had no restraint, because at that very second, I really, really wanted him to go further. I swallowed hard, trying to force my body not to move when I really wanted to squirm closer to his thumb. “It would never work between us. We both know it.”

“If you read the contract, wife, you would know you signed toward all wifely duties,” he informed me. Ugh, that damn contract that I still hadn’t read. “All wifely duties include but are not limited to the bedroom.”

I tried to level my voice. “Are you going to force me?”

He laughed, like what I said was actually funny. “No, my little love. I’m going to show you.”

His breath fanning my ear had my whole body shivering. “Show me?”

“Show you. I’m going to show you just how good we are together, just how skilled I am, and then you’ll want me. You will want me so badly, you will burn with it, contemplate begging for it, wishing you hadn’t spent all that time forcing me away. But I won’t touch you again. Not uninitiated.”

I tilted my head defiantly. “I won’t come for you. I would rather never have sex again than ask it of you.”

He bit my neck. “You’re so defiant; does it ever get tiring?”

“Never.” I do not want my husband.

Damn, but I did. No matter how much I told myself I didn’t want him, his teeth grazing my skin were driving me wild, his thumb drawing circles on my inner thigh, making me mad. His thumb dipped past the seam of my panties, tracing my slit. “No?”

“No.” The single damn word gave away my weakness, the breathless pant did nothing to discourage him.

“I knew you wouldn’t yield so easily, Amore.” He buried his face into my hair. “You always smell so good.”

I was too distracted by his sudden change of subject that I didn’t realize it was his decoy until it was too late. His thick finger slipped inside of me, and I gasped, my hands going to his shoulder and pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. He pulled his finger out, pumping it in rough enough to jolt my body backwards. “Judging by how drenched my finger is in your pretty, little cunt, I would say that you must certainly want me. Give in to me.”

His finger curving against my wall nearly stole my breath. “Never.”

The word was automatic. At this point, the meaning behind it was totally lost to me. “It won’t be easy for you to resist me, Bianca.”

He slipped another finger into my body, causing my eyelashes to flutter. “I’m stronger than you give me credit for.”

“I’m going to make you suffer, Amore.” He crooked his fingers and I couldn’t help it; I ground myself against his hand shamelessly, right before his thumb began to strum my clit. “You’re going to crawl on your knees, begging for my cock, and if you’re lucky, I’ll give it to you.”

He could think whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop. “I’ll never beg.”

“You will.” He lowered his head, using his teeth to push aside the cup of my bra before taking my nipple in his mouth. He bit down gently before swirling his tongue around it, easing the pain and releasing my nipple long enough to say, “I’m going to bask in your surrender.”

Fuck, the thought of surrendering had my core clenching, and he chuckled against my skin knowingly. But then, he pressed his thumb down hard, timing the pressure perfectly with his finger’s rough glide against my core’s front walls, and I lost.

All push and pull in this game we’d been playing was expelled from my mind when my whole body ignited, sending electricity shooting from my center, straight to my toes, my fingers, my head. Short-circuiting my thoughts until one minute, I was my own person, leaning back on the counter, the next I was one with the body in front of me, digging my nails so deep into the muscles that I knew there would be bruising. I gasped, struggling for oxygen, but the sensations coursing through me made it hard to focus on air when all I wanted was more. More of this feeling, or of his touch, more moments like this.

His movement slowed, and I wanted to scream for him not to stop, but my mind was too fogged to piece together words. The electricity ebbed, and the vice on my lungs lessened. I slumped forward, leaning my body against the solid wall in front of me, trying to will myself to open my eyes.

I couldn’t.

Not until I felt a hand come up, combing fingers through my hair. The fullness inside left me moments before a hand pushed my shoulders back. I blinked, once, twice, three times, before allowing my vision to focus on the man in front of me.

Royal. Fuck, I didn’t mean or want it to go that far. At least that’s the lie I just told myself because if I let myself examine it, I mean really analyze it, I didn’t think I could muster a single ounce of regret over what just happened.

“Next time, you’ll be on your knees, begging me, Bianca.” He pushed back, untangling my limp limbs from his body, licking his fingers as he walked out.

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