Page 88 of Wild Fury (Fallen Royals 6)

I cover her mouth with my palm.

Simultaneously, her grip tightens back on my dick. I’m still fucking hard for her, my pulse out of control. Not just my pulse—everything is out of my control.

And I don’t do that. I don’t lose it unless I want to hurt something.

She strokes me, and I shudder. Her legs are locked around my hips, keeping me in place. I’m not sure what would’ve happened if she withdrew, too. We would’ve taken a break and returned to her ridiculous game.

“That wasn’t pretending,” she says again, even quieter. Her voice is muffled against my palm. My fingers dig into her cheeks, my thumb a hair’s breadth from her eye. She doesn’t care about that. She doesn’t show an ounce of fear.

She might be right, but I can’t breathe.

My hand slips from her mouth to her throat, pressing her into the couch cushions. I could just squeeze and squeeze until there’s nothing left of Lux. I could obliterate her… and in the process, myself.

“I’m not afraid of you.” She stares at me, maybe daring me to do what the shadows in my mind want.

“You should be.”

She continues to stroke me, and the rush of pleasure up my spine is almost too much. I bow my head. My hips move on their own, jerking into her grip. For a split second, I picture her naked under me. The image is there one second, gone the next.

“I’m not,” she says.

She releases my hips, pulling her legs back, and withdraws altogether. I immediately sit back on my heels. The distance between us helps me think—until I realize her true intention.

“Lucy—”

She tuts. The sound seems automatic. But she doesn’t say anything else, just shifts her position and eyes my erection. I don’t know what to expect—but it isn’t her to lower herself down, taking me in her mouth.

I almost come on the spot.

“Fuck,” I say, my head falling back. I’ve got a kaleidoscope of colors behind my eyes. My head pounds, but I ignore that. All I can concentrate on is her mouth, her tongue. “Lucy—”

Her teeth touch my skin, and I gasp.

“Lux. Lux.”

She guides my hand to her head, and my fingers wind in her hair. I might explode when she draws out of me, then takes me back into her mouth. My hips thrust, hitting the back of her throat, and her hold on my wrist loosens. Like this is what she wants.

“This is it, little monster?” I ask. I haven’t called her that in years. “You want me to fuck your mouth.”

She hums.

I tug her head back, and she releases me with a slick pop.

“Say it,” I demand.

Her gaze flicks around my face, settling on my lips.

“Fuck my mouth, Theo,” she says breathlessly.

I nod. Some of that control comes back, releases the pressure bottling up in my chest. I stand, looming over her sitting form. I’ll regret this in a moment, when my knees threaten to buckle, but for now…

She tips her head back and meets my eyes.

“Open,” I order.

She does.

I slide the head of my dick across her lips, her cheeks. I don’t know what’s come over me, except this hunger to show her I’m not who she thinks I am. To destroy her belief in me.

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