Page 151 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

I nod, emphatic.

He tuts and leans down. “Poor thing. I thought our night was just getting started…”

His words undo me.

I press my thighs together, turning so my lips brush his ear. “Tired of being surrounded by people,” I clarify.

He smirks. “If you insist.”

He takes my hand, lacing our fingers, and pulls me up. I come closer to his height in my heels, but he still manages to feel… bigger. Infinitely more imposing.

“We’re out,” Caleb says, slapping Eli’s hand. “See you tomorrow.”

We say goodbye to Theo and Liam, too. The latter has found a girl, and he keeps her in his lap as we walk by.

The music is much fainter in the lobby. He hands me my clutch and withdraws a keycard.

Our bags should already be in the room. This morning, Riley and I tossed our overnight bags in Caleb’s trunk. We all figured it was easier to explain it away than have Lenora and Robert ask me a million questions.

The elevator ride is quick, shared with another couple, and Caleb and I keep eyeing each other. Once we’re in the hallway, he takes my hand. We stop in front of a door, which he unlocks, and he quickly scoops me up. I throw my arms around his neck, suppressing a yelp, and he carries me over the threshold.

“Cute,” I say.

He just smiles.

He doesn’t set me down. He walks down the hall and into the room. But it isn’t just a room. It’s a whole freaking suite. There’s a living and dining room, complete with a giant oak table. A door with locks on it on the right, which I assume means it can connect with another suite, and the bedroom and bathroom on the left.

There’s a giant vase filled with flowers on the table.

“Wow.”

He shifts, lifting me higher. “It’s worth it.”

“Bedroom?”

“As you wish.” He strides toward the bedroom and places me on my feet.

I have a second to get my balance before he’s on me, pushing me against the wall. I arch into him as his lips meet mine. He teases me, brushing his lips against mine.

“Remember what I said?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe. He’s going to fuck me senseless.

His hands slide up my legs, lifting my dress. Slowly, he drags my panties down. He kneels, keeping a hand on my hip while I step out of them. He grasps one of my ankles and puts it over his shoulder.

God, I’m wet from just thinking about what he’s going to do to me.

“Hold on tight,” he warns, then he leans forward and puts his lips on me. He sucks on my clit, hard.

I buck, trying to get away.

It—it hurts.

My hands grip the skirt of my dress. I wriggle at the feel of his teeth on me, but he just bites my inner thigh.

I moan. The back of my head hits the wall.

He pulls away, groaning, and suddenly I’m in the air. I hold on to his shoulders while he carries me to the bed, tossing me on it and following.

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