Page 67 of Reveal Me
The need to see Layla claws at my insides. I was going to call her anyway, but perhaps it’s not too late to make a house call. I pull out my phone and fire off a quick text.
You awake?
The three answering dots that appear serve as my answer. I don’t wait for her reply, the same way I don’t hang around to say goodbye to my other brothers.
Thirty minutes later, I’m climbing up the drainpipe of the castle, doing a very clumsy impression of a prince trying to rescue a princess from her tower. The truth is, it’s her who’s rescuing me—from a life of black and white lines. Who knew grey could look so good?
‘You okay, boss?’ Ben calls through the darkness.
‘Fine.’ Thank fuck for all the gym work. There’s no way I could pull this off if it weren’t for four days a week with Ben busting my bollocks in the gym. ‘Go back to Blackstone. I’ll call you in the morning.’
‘It is the morning,’ he chuckles.
‘Barely.’
The old sash window screeches as it opens, and Layla’s head pops out. Her long dark hair is loose, and it blows overher face in the winter wind. ‘I can’t believe you scaled the drainpipe. You’re certifiably mad.’ Her tinkling laughter floats through the air as I hoist myself up and swing onto the balcony outside her room.
I am mad—mad about her. ‘Open the door; it’s fucking freezing out here.’
Ben’s laughter rings from below. The car door closes with a gentle click, and then he speeds away. The door slides open, and Layla stands like a vision in a white nightdress that stops just above her knees. It’s far more conservative than the outfits I’m used to seeing her in, but it still renders my dick solid in seconds.
‘Have you got any lingerie on under that thing?’ I close the distance between us, finding her lips with mine. The relief is acute.
She breaks our kiss and drags me in through the doors, sliding them closed behind us. ‘Come in and find out.’ Her eyes flash with heat.
‘I intend to.’ My gaze travels around the room, cataloguing the princess’s chambers. They’re not what I expected. They’re… cold, miserable, dark and utterly unfit for her. She did say she’d been sent here as punishment. She wasn’t joking. If she was sent here to freeze and die of boredom for tipping a drink over someone’s head, what punishment would she suffer if her family were to find out about me?
Layla slips her hands inside my suit jacket, mapping out each muscle beneath my shirt. ‘I can’t believe you’re here.’ It’s barely more than a whisper. ‘From the night I crawled across the stage, I wanted you in my bed, and now you’re finally here.’
‘Why didn’t you say so?’ I pull her against me, pressing a kiss to her lips. She tastes like toothpaste and temptation.
‘Would you have come?’ her eyes glitter.
‘There’s not a thing on this earth I wouldn’t do if you asked me to,’ I admit.
‘Well, in that case, Mr Beckett, you can start by doing me.’ Her hands reach around to squeeze my backside. ‘Unless you’re too tired, that is?’
I run my palms over her breasts. ‘We can sleep when we’re dead.’
‘Which might be sooner rather than later if we aren’t careful.’ Her eyes bore into mine. ‘The guards.’
‘Fuck them. I need you every night. Every day. Every goddamn fucking hour.’
‘Are you drunk, Mr Beckett?’
‘Possibly. But that doesn’t change how I feel about you.’ I scoop her up into my arms, pressing my lips to hers again, swallowing her squeal of surprise as I carry her towards her bed. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, locking me in position. As if I’d leave. Not willingly anyway. The floodgates to my heart have been well and truly opened and there’s not a thing I can do about it.
I lower her onto the bed without breaking our kiss. Her hungry mouth devours mine, fingers rushing to clumsily unbutton my shirt, like we’re going to run out of time any second. I still her hands and place them above her head.
‘Patience, princess.’ I strip for her slowly, watching as her pupils dilate and her tongue darts out to wet her lower lips.
‘I need you,’ she whispers.
‘You have me.’ Whether I wanted to give myself to her or not, she has every fucking part of me. She’s seen the kinks, the darkness, the jealous beast that hides behind the polished façade, and she still wants me here. When the last piece of clothing is discarded on the floor, I pull her nightdress up over her head. The moonlight pours through the balcony doors, illuminating every inch of her flesh. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and she’s mine.
‘Please, Sean.’ Her voice cracks with need.
I crawl up the hard mattress to position myself between her legs. Her pussy glistens with arousal. It’s too enticing not to taste her. I glide my tongue along her slit, and she drags her fingers through my hair. She writhes against my face. ‘I need you inside me. Right now.’
