Page 30 of Filthy Royal

Holding her was almost as good as burying his face in her sweet cunt.

And her laughter eased the tightness in his chest.

Which was why he then placed her gently on the center of the bed and followed her down, pressing kisses to her mouth, her jaw, and her temple in hopes he could erase some of the shadows she was trying so hard to hide. “I could stay like this forever.”

She blinked up at him, her smile still in place. “Soon.”

Throat tight, he nodded. “Soon.” He realized she was a hells of a lot better at faking being tough than he’d ever be.

“Do it.”

With a curse, he grabbed the long ends of the restraints and shoved them beneath the mattress, his body hovering over hers. “One rotation, I’m gonna let you tie me up like this too.”

Her pupils dilated. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” He’d been joking—his attempt at another distraction. However, given her reaction, he was now one hundred percent serious. “You’ll tie me up, and when you have me at your mercy, you’ll climb on top and bounce that gorgeous body up and down on my cock.”

She shivered beneath him. “I won’t stop until you groan and growl and flood my pussy with your cum, and your knot swells so wide we’re locked together. Forever.”

Fuck. He was getting hard again.Click.He hooked the restraints back into place.

Then, before he could lose it—or stay too long and screw things up—he pulled away.

“It’s a date.” He pressed one final kiss to her forehead. “This… this is only temporary. Once I win the tournament, I’ll never leave your bed again. In my mind, you’re already mine.”

Then he spun and strode away, refusing to look back.

Soon enough, he promised himself, he’d win the tournament, and she’d be his forever. Nothing would ever separate them again.

8

SCARLETT

Rotation one of the tournament

“Keep those eyes shut.” Damien accompanied his command with a gentle slap to her ass, then a slow caress.

Scarlett pushed her bottom back into his hand and wiggled. “How about my legs? Should those stay open or shut?”

His grip firmed. “Now, that’s just not fair.”

She giggled. Actually giggled.

“I like that sound. I waited impatiently all rotation to hear it again.” With a low growl, he corralled her forward, one palm clamped over her eyes while the other refused to leave her ass. He used his big body to guide her while keeping her safe in his arms, her back against his chest. “Now, I will admit, Crex helped me with this. But only a little.”

“I can’t wait to meet this new friend of yours.”

He squeezed her tighter, possession deepening his tone. “Afterwe’re mated.”

She smiled to herself. She had no idea where they were going or what his surprise was, but he’d come for her soon after Egan and the guards left her room for the night, and she’d been smiling ever since.

Even when he’d pulled her into the hallway and rushed her into a small storage closet—not giving her no time to sympathize over the bruise on his cheek or the state of his swollen knuckles—before he shoved aside a dirty, heavy grate and leaped down, demanding she jump next.

He’d promised to catch her.

She hadn’t hesitated.

Safe in the warmth of his arms, she had never felt more sheltered or happy—or lustful.

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