NOT ROYALE ENOUGH [18+]

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CHRIS

I meant it when I told her I'd fuck her until she moved. The words left my mouth with the weight of a promise, one that I intended to keep. She doesn’t understand the pull she has on me, or maybe she does, but she’s not ready to admit it.

When Alfred had walked in on us at the balcony, I didn’t expect her to react the way she did. I was irritated, sure, but she panicked, bolting like prey that had just sensed the predator closing in.

"Come on, Sarah," I murmured, my lips grazing her neck as I breathed her in. Her skin was so soft, so impossibly warm, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to flip her over and claim her right then. Her scent—something sweet, like jasmine—wrapped around me, intoxicating, drowning me in lust. I nuzzled into her, keeping my head resting at the nape of her neck, savoring the closeness.

I wasn’t ready for her to pull away just yet.

“I’m not that hungry,” she muttered, a weak attempt at putting distance between us. She shifted slightly, but I pulled her closer, refusing to let her slip away. A low groan escaped my throat as I pressed against her, the painful hardness between my legs only intensifying.

“Are you sure?” I teased, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. I tried to catch a glimpse of her face, but she buried it into the pillow, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. She was trying so hard to hide, to pretend she wasn’t affected.

"Okay then." I pulled away, pretending to give her space. I could feel her curiosity, her need, the moment I shifted. She turned, eyes flicking up to meet mine, surprised at my sudden retreat.

“You’re going just like that?”

I didn’t answer her. Words weren’t necessary. In one swift movement, I was on top of her again, pinning her down. Her body tensed, her breath hitched, and the thrill of it shot straight through me. She could fight, she could pretend all she wanted, but she couldn’t deny what we both knew.

She craved this.

Her first mistake had been letting me feel how much she needed this. How her body betrayed her every time, begging for more even when her lips refused to ask. The way she trembled beneath me, how she looked at my mouth, wondering if I’d kiss her again—it only made me want to take her further.

She tried to wriggle free, but I already had her wrists pinned above her head. I glanced down at her, eyes drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her parted lips. God, she was beautiful like this. So damn helpless.

Would she love being chained, helpless beneath me?

The thought alone made me even harder.

“Chris.” Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts, but the sharpness in her tone only made me want her more. She had no idea how perfect she was when she fought back.