Page 1 of Roughing the Princess

Chapter 1 – Be Bad for Me

Talon

“You’re used to people worshipping you on stage,” I said. I lightly tugged on her hair, exposing her neck to me.

I pressed a kiss against the side of her neck and she grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer. She moaned as my lips traced down her throat.

“Is that what gets you off, Tova? A crowd of thousands cheering your name?”

She didn’t respond, but her fingers dug into the muscles of my back.

I couldn’t even count how many times I’d chanted her name in my head with my hand wrapped around my cock. Picturing her lips around me instead of my hand. Or her legs spread for me. Her greedy pussy just begging for my cock. I could give her exactly what she wanted. “You have no idea what it’s like to be truly worshipped yet, princess.”

I’d been waiting weeks to taste her. Years if I was being completely honest with myself. And I finally had her right where I wanted her. I was seconds away from getting on my knees and showing her I meant every word I’d said.

But then her lips traced my ear. “You’re used to being worshipped too, Talon.” Her fingers fell to the waistband of my pants.

Fuck. Me.She wanted to wrap her lips around my cock and worship me. And I wondered how many times she’d had my name on her lips these past couple weeks. With her fingers tracing her wetness. Wishing it was me.

Maybe I had her pegged all wrong. She pretended to be a good girl. Maybe she usually was. But she wanted to be bad for me. All those flirty texts, buried between the more serious ones. That was the real her.

I could give her fucking both. I’d treat her better than anyone else ever had. Like the princess she was. And I’d be as rough with her as she wanted between the sheets. I wouldn’t end up as a lyric in one of her new songs. She wouldn’t be cursing my name. She’d be begging me for more.

“Dirty girl,” I whispered against her lips.

She grabbed the front of my shirt, pulling me down into a kiss.

God she tasted sweet. I grabbed her thighs and hoisted her legs around my waist. I slammed her back against the wall again, kissing her so hard I was sure I was bruising her soft lips. “Do you want to be a little slut for me, princess?”

She…

Wait. Hold everything. This is about to be the best moment of my life. But first I need to back up a second and start from the beginning. Because I never in a million years thought Tova Saber would be seconds away from letting me devour every inch of her. Never in my wildest dreams.

Chapter 2 – Game On

Talon

Two Months Earlier - July

“You did not,” my brother Jasper said with a laugh. “What did you think would happen? That she’d bring you backstage and give you head before her show?”

“No. Well…maybe.” I smiled. “Talk about a throat warm-up.”

Jasper shook his head and pulled on his earphones. “I can’t wait to bring this up on the podcast.”

“We’re not talking about this on the podcast, man.”

“Then you shouldn’t have mentioned it right before we start recording.”

“You know I don’t like to talk about my personal life on the show.”

“Mhm.” He swiveled in his chair to face one of the screens. “Time to go live.”

“Don’t bring it up, Jasper. I swear to God. I will kick your ass.”

“And we’re live!” He hit a button on the computer to start recording.

I glared at him, but then shook my head. We recorded video for our podcast too. And it wasn’t the best to start off with a scowl. I cleared my throat and looked down at our notes for the show. It took Jasper all of two seconds to go off script.

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