Page 48 of Brutal Ice

Yes, he was that bad. But he wouldn’t stop with just her mouth. You pushed too far. I will fuck you now, Violet. And if anyone hears you scream my name, then they will just know that you belong to me.

She blinked at him. “Is something wrong?”

Not at all. He backed up. Pulled her off the dressing table.

“Did I say something wrong?” Violet pushed.

They should be clear on one thing. Right now. “There is never anything wrong when it comes to you.”

She smiled at him. A smile that lit her golden eyes and almost made sanity return, but, nope…her mouth—on his dick. Then his dick in her hot, tight core?

Yes.

She started to lower onto her knees before him. “I’ve only done this once or twice,” she began.

“Fucking kill them.”

Violet froze. “Royal?”

He unclenched his teeth with an extreme effort. “Don’t talk about them.” Sure as shit not now.

“I just meant that I’m not sure I’ll do it right.”

His eyes narrowed. “You’ll do everything right. Didn’t I just tell you?” And he bent. His lips brushed over hers. “There is no wrong when it comes to you.” He straightened and stared down at her. Want her. Need her.

Her smile came again. Her knees hit the floor. Her fingers went to the front of his pants. She unhooked the belt. Undid the snap. Lowered the zipper.

His eager dick surged right toward her. No underwear. He hadn’t bothered with boxers that day when he’d rushed home to change. Her fingers curled around him. Hesitant. Soft. He thrust into her grip, and she tightened her hold. Squeezed him. Pumped. Moving uncertainly from the base of his cock to the tip. Then again. Again.

His hands slammed down onto the dressing table behind her. He couldn’t touch her in that instance. He was afraid his hold would be too rough.

Her mouth opened over the tip of his cock.

He almost shattered the edge of the dressing table.

She retreated a bit. Her breath fluttered over his dick. Then she came back in. Her tongue licked over him, sampling him like he was a freaking popsicle and she was lost on a hot day, and a growl tore from him.

Want in her. Need in her. Want. Her.

Her mouth took him in deeper.

His grip tightened even more on that dressing table. And he?—

Heard voices. Just beyond her door. Out in the hall. Coming closer.

Not again.

“Sweetheart…” He pulled her up. Regretfully. “People are close…”

A hard knock sounded at the door. And some SOB rattled the doorknob.

She stared up at him. Lips swollen. Gaze dazed. Absolutely fuckable.

“Locked the door this time,” he muttered. Like he hadn’t learned from his previous mistake.

Awareness flooded into her eyes even as heat flooded her cheeks.

He tucked his dick back in his pants. Dammit. “We’ll finish that soon.” His gaze swept over her. Perfection. He swung for the door. Marched forward angrily because that jerk was still rattling the doorknob.

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