Page 89 of Reckless Royalty

MIHAI

Iwake up to the soft glow of early morning light and the first thing I notice is the absence of the blanket over my legs, and when I glance to my side, it becomes crystal fucking clear why.

Maddy.

She’s sprawled out next to me, one leg draped lazily over the sheets, her short silk nightdress twisted and riding up her thighs. The dress, if you can even call it that, barely covers anything now shows just enough to make me wish I could see more.

The strap has slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth, soft skin, and her chest rises and falls in the gentle rhythm of sleep.

My throat tightens as I take her in. The curve of her hips, the slight dip of her waist, the way her blonde hair is fanned out on the pillow like some kind of halo.

She’s fucking perfect. And it’s not just her body, though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thoroughly fucking mesmerized by every soft curve that calls to me.

It’s everything about her. Her fire. Her quiet strength. The way she looks at me like I’m not just another Crown or just the heir to a criminal empire. With Maddy, I feel stripped down to nothing but myself, and somehow that’s enough for her.

You’re fucking whipped, Vasile.

And maybe I am. Because right now, all I can think about is how much I want her—how much I fucking need her. I groan as more blood rushes to my cock, the need to sink inside of her so goddamn strong that I grip the sheets.

She’s not polished or pristine, and thank fuck for that. She’s real, soft where it counts, and that’s just the surface. Beneath it all, she’s fire and steel—a survivor in every sense of the word.

Mine.

The thought hits me out of nowhere, sharp and possessive, and I have to take a deep breath to steady myself. I don’t own her, I know that. But fuck if I don’t feel like she was made for me. Every inch of her, every smile, every scar.

She shifts again, her head tilting slightly, exposing the smooth line of her neck. My eyes lock onto that spot, and before I can stop myself, I’m leaning down.

I lower my head until my lips brush the curve of her neck. Her skin is warm, and she lets out a small sigh in her sleep, her head tilting slightly.

Shit. I should stop.

But I don’t.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, pulling back just enough to rest my forehead against her shoulder.

She has no idea what she’s doing to me, and maybe it’s better that way—for now. Because when she wakes up, and those big brown eyes lock onto mine, I know I’ll be fucked all over again.

She stirs slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips, and it sends a jolt straight through me. I press another kiss to her neck, this time letting my teeth graze her skin, just enough to leave a hint of pressure. Her body shifts next to mine, and a low sound escapes her throat—a mix between a sigh and a whimper that sets my blood on fire.

“Mihai…” she breathes, her voice soft and sleepy.

Fuck. Hearing her say my name like that does something primal to me. My hand slides to her hip, gripping it gently as I kiss her neck again, this time harder, with more intent.

“Morning, Little Rebel,” I murmur against her skin, my voice rough. “You sleep well?”

She blinks at me, her cheeks flushing a deep pink as she takes in the situation—me leaning over her, my hand on her hip, my lips so close to her skin.

“I… uh…” she stammers, clearly trying to find words.

I smirk, and nudge her legs open, settling myself in between them. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Mihai,” she starts, her voice shaky, but I cut her off with another kiss, this one just below her jaw. Her breath catches, and I feel her body tense beneath me for a moment before she relaxes, her hands clutching at the sheets.

“You say my name so sweetly,” I whisper, my voice dropping lower.

Her breath comes faster now, and she tilts her head slightly, giving me more access to her neck. It’s an unspoken invitation, and I don’t waste a second, letting my teeth scrape gently, leaving the faintest mark.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I growl as I grind into her core and she gasps. “Just lying here looking at me like that? Fuck, Maddy, I’ve been dying to have a taste of you.”

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