Royal Blood

by Victoria Renteria

  Alex’s glutes contract and a small groan fills the shower. My eyes follow his rippling muscles up to his free arm. The rhythmic movements are slow and deliberate. With Alex’s downward glide, my gaze falls to his swollen shaft. Instantly, I become parched, thirsting for a taste as I watch Alex stroking his cock.

  “Kylee.”

  My breath hitches as I peer up at him from beneath my lashes to find him completely dominated by his pleasure. A smile curls my lips, and I press closer. Inwardly, I sigh at the beautiful sight. Even when I’m not around, he’s thinking of me. I truly do not deserve him. Frowning at the direction my thoughts have taken, I will them away.

  Flexing my fingers, I feel the burning desire to touch Alex’s soft skin, to explore his naked body as he does. Tracing the planes of his back, I feel his body grow taut. Without moving, Alex continues to tease himself with slow and steady pulls up and down his shaft. Feathering light touches down the length of his back, my hands slide around his waist, dipping low as they glide through the deep groves of his pelvic V. Alex drags in a harsh breath, our fingers combining as one at the base of his cock.

  Grasping his thick shaft in the palm of my hand, I squeeze.

  “Kylee . . . baby,” he rasps between breaths.

  “Why don’t you let me help? Hmm?”

  Releasing him, I grab the body wash, dabbing a small amount in the palm of my hand. With his cock firmly in my grasp, I pump my hand up and down the length of him, giving my wrist a little twist when I reach his engorged tip. With my free hand, I trail down the side of his groin, dipping between his legs, cupping his balls. As I roll Alex’s tender flesh between my nimble fingers, his hips begin a gentle thrust into my hand. Pressing and retreating over and over until my own carnal hunger is viable. My core clenches, weeping with unfulfilled desire as the evidence of my lust coats the inside of my thighs.

  “Ah, fuck,” Alex grunts as I tighten my grasp, pumping him harder.

  “Baby, you’ve got to stop. I’m not going to last much longer,” he moans loudly into his arm.

  Smiling, I place open-mouthed kisses along his side. His words say one thing, but his body screams something different. Alex’s hips pump faster, his cock thickening in my hand as he comes closer to reaching his peak. The muscles in his back stiffen, going rigid under my cheek as he spurts hot jets of semen all over the tile wall. Pumping his cock a few more times, I squeeze it lightly before releasing it, rinsing away the soap. Alex remains propped against the wall for another moment, his breaths fluttering wildly out of control.

  Lowering his hand from the wall, he turns, pinning me with a hungry glare. Desire courses wickedly through my veins as the throbbing between my legs deepens with his lustful stare. Involuntarily, I back up several paces.

  “Are you running from me, Kylee?” The carnal desire in his tone matches the hungry look in his eyes. Swallowing, I shake my head, taking another step back.

  “Are you sure?” He stalks forward, eating up some of the distance.

  Nodding, I back up again, flinching when my backside hits the cold tile. A devilish grin appears on Alex’s face. His handsome features twist into every girl’s naughty fantasy.

  “Looks like you’ve got nowhere to run.”

  In one stride, he closes the remaining distance, wrapping me up in his arms. Lowering his head, he traces the outside of my lips with his tongue. Gasping, my lips part on a sigh. Alex takes advantage, sucking my lower lip into his mouth with such force he steals all of the air from my lungs. Squirming in his embrace, the throbbing sensations increase as my body comes to life at his touch.

  Releasing my lip with an audible pop, he pulls back, smiling. “Someone is a bit needy.” He kisses the tip of my nose.

  “I need you, Alex,” I say, barely recognizing my own breathless whisper.

  Leaning forward, I strain toward him, begging for another taste, but he moves just out of my reach. Dipping his head low, he bites the cord of my neck, making me tense in pain before writhing in pleasure as he soothes it with his tongue.

  “Alex, please,” I beg, nearly on the verge of tears.

  Raising his eyes, he smirks, irises shining with glee as I beg for his mercy. As he holds me captive, I stare deeply into his alluring eyes, all of the pain and anguish melting away in his violet hues. Remaining steadfast, he watches me intently, our breaths mingling as one. Alex’s dark, sensual eyes soften, changing from violet to lavender as he gazes longingly at my lips. My breath hiccups, my lungs refusing to work as he captures my lips with his own. His mouth melds to mine in a passionate flurry of lascivious twists.

  He drives his tongue into the deep recesses of my mouth with greedy voracity until we’re a clash of teeth, tongues, and lips. Catching my bottom lip between his teeth, he tugs, breaking the connection.

  Panting, he rests his forehead against mine and whispers, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. I will always take care of you.”

  Alex falls to his knees on the hard tile floor, his masculine hands kneading the flesh of my hips and thighs as he tosses my leg over his shoulder.

  “Alex, no. You don’t have to do that. I don’t think I can wait.”

  “Oh, no. You’re not taking this away from me. I’ve been dying for a taste.”

  Admiring me from beneath his lashes, his violet eyes deepen to a rich plum in his passion-drunk haze.

  “But, I promise not to drag it out too long.” He grins crookedly at me.

  Leaning forward, Alex dips his tongue into my core, collecting all of the wetness running from my center. Groaning, he presses his tongue deeper, swirling, drawing me into his mouth in one large pull.

  “Ahhh,” I cry, pushing my hips closer as my fingers find purchase in his damp hair.

  “That’s it, baby. Let me hear it,” he murmurs, extracting his tongue.

  “No! Don’t. Stop. Please, don’t stop,” I whine.

  Alex chuckles. “Oh, I have no intention of stopping.”

  Moving his mouth to my clit, he circles his tongue all around the sensitive bundle of nerves, placing hot, wet kisses everywhere other than where I need him. Settling in like it’s his last meal, Alex flattens his tongue, licking my pussy from top to bottom. Immediately, my back bows, arching off the wall with a strangled cry. Tipping his head to the side, he runs his tongue up the length of my labia, sucking it gently into his mouth before returning to my center, pressing deep, withdrawing, and pressing deep again.

  My hips move of their own volition, rising and falling in time with his tongue. Pleasure begins to build, blossoming deep within my core as I teeter on the precipice of erotic pleasure. As I dangle precariously on the ledge, Alex withdraws. A frustrated moan emerges, impatience mounting as my core quivers with anticipation.

  Growling, I give his hair a little yank. “Enough playing, Alex. You said you wouldn’t take forever. I need you now,” I groan, pushing my hips in his direction.

  Alex’s large hands squeeze my thighs before coming to stand. Tilting my head back, he doesn’t hesitate before delving into the depths of my mouth. Our tongues tangle wildly in a passionate dance, dueling for dominance. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer, wrapping a leg around his waist. Alex retreats, taking my bottom lip with him. A wicked gleam lights his eyes as he bites down on the tender flesh.

  Of their own accord, my breasts thrust forward, pressing into his chest as my hips begin to slowly circle his powerful thighs. Alex’s firm hands come down on my hips, locking me into place.

  “Just who do you think is running this show, Ms. Parker?”

  The low, lustful quality of his tone resonates deep within my aching core, sending little pulses of pleasure rolling over my heated flesh at the erotic sound.

  Alex’s voice drops lower, his hot breath caressing my ear as he rumbles, “I know you don’t think that’s you now, do you? Because I’ve got news for you, baby. I’m the one controlling every moment of your pleasure.”

  Driving his point home, he reaches between us,
lifting my leg around his waist, circling my clit with his thumb. Rapidly inhaling oxygen, I fight to breathe as my core clenches, grasping at nothingness with every swipe of his finger. Alex moans his approval, placing a long, languorous lick beneath my earlobe. My body arches into him, begging for release as he increases his efforts, ratcheting up the stimulation.

  “Ahh. Alex, don’t stop,” I beg as he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy, curling and twisting them until I’m a writhing mess. Each breath becomes nearly unattainable as I waver on the edge of erotic bliss.

  Alex’s deep voice tips the scale when he proclaims, “I want to hear you scream.”

  With a growl, Alex pinches my clit, and I shatter around him with titillating force. Swiftly removing his fingers, Alex hauls me up his body. “Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he demands, shoving me up against the wall.

  Before I’ve even lifted the second leg off the ground, Alex drives upward, burying himself deeply inside me in one hard thrust. We groan in unison as he slowly withdraws, only to press deeply again. Tangling my legs around his waist, I find his mouth, fusing our lips together in a fiery kiss. Tongues, teeth, and lips gnash at each other in a passionate embrace as he quickens his pace. My skin ignites like the burning embers of a dying fire coming back to life, every cell craving his touch as I strain toward his body.

  His fingers flex on my ass, digging into my flesh as he retreats, pulling out so that only the head of his shaft remains. Using the powerful force of his thighs, he drives up while aiding my body’s downward grind with a forceful push. Our moans combine as he rides me harder. Snaking my hand between our bodies, I guide my fingers to my clit, circling the little bud.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Alex groans, staring at my hand.

  Extending my fingers, I allow the tips to brush against his cock. Alex tenses, his body flexing. Pride surges, filling me as I watch him quake with pleasure from my simple touch.

  “Baby, please tell me you’re close.” His deep voice is edged with tension as he fights to remain in control.

  Incapable of answering, my body responds for me, grasping him with my inner muscles, and drawing him deep. My inner walls constrict and release over and over again until his hips are pummeling into me like a jackhammer. Digging my nails into his shoulders, my chest presses against his as my core clenches, the fire exploding into a raging inferno. My body bends backward as tiny sparks of ecstasy blur my vision. Alex grunts, pulling me into a deep kiss as he savagely fills me with his cock. His body shudders, trembling as his orgasm takes hold.

  Pressing me closer, he holds me tightly to his chest and groans into my mouth, never breaking our kiss. Several long moments pass before he falls back, placing me on shaky legs. Without a word, he washes me from head to toe, massaging my scalp with shampoo and tending to my body. Turning off the cold water, he opens the door, steps out, and wraps a towel around his waist. Grabbing another towel, he comes back to me, lifting me out of the shower and wrapping me up tightly.

  My uncle’s words from the previous evening come back to me in a rush. “Do not let him get away.” Without any hesitation, I encircle him in my arms, hugging him around the waist. My damp cheek finds his chest, listening to the soothing thrum of his heartbeat. Heaving a sigh, Alex wraps me up in his embrace, hugging me as if he’s afraid to let go. My throat dries with the words I so desperately need to say—the words that always came so easily before. My heart lurches at the gravity of the situation. I love this man with all of my heart. Why is it so difficult to tell him that now? The little voice inside my head screams loudly: It’s because you don’t deserve him. Stupid wench.

  Suddenly, a thought occurs to me. He said something last night. What was it? Something about telling him the truth and being surprised. I wonder . . . Feeling as if I should take a leap of faith, I hug Alex tighter, speaking into his chest.

  “Alex.”

  “Yeah, baby?” he asks, smoothing my hair back from my face.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Anything. You know that.”

  I lift an eyebrow at him in challenge. He’s full of shit if he thinks I believe that statement. We both know there are things he keeps from me. Well, things he kept from me. My brows crease as I ponder that thought. He really doesn’t have to keep things from me now, does he?

  I mean, he did leave the Army for me. Fuck. I swallow hard. That’s an eye-opening statement. Alex smooth’s out the crease in my brow. His fingers trace the lines on my face.

  “Kylee? Where did you go?” he probes tentatively.

  “Oh, um, nowhere important,” I lie, shaking the thoughts away.

  “What did you want to ask me, sweetheart?”

  “Well, I have to go to the 1Tenpro house today, and I was wondering if you would come with me.”

  The arm still around my waist tightens. It’s the only sign he shows that he’s bothered by what I now do. I’m certain he’ll come to terms with it over time. He’ll have to. I can’t afford to let myself think otherwise.

  Leaning down, he places a kiss on top of my forehead. “Of course I will come with you. Thank you for asking me, baby. I just want to keep you safe.” Regret is thick in his voice as he holds me close for a moment longer.

  “I know,” I whisper, placing a kiss in the center of his chest.

  Alex grunts, muttering as his cock lengthens, tenting his towel.

  “Insatiable much?” I ask teasingly.

  “Always with you, baby. Always with you.” Moving in, he presses closer for a kiss, but I break his hold.

  “Oh no you don’t. We don’t have time for that. You need to get all that covered so we can go,” I say, waving a hand at his gloriously naked body. Smirking, he saunters closer. “What? Afraid I’ll tie you up and keep you in bed all day?”

  “That is exactly what I’m afraid of, mister!” I point a finger at him accusingly.

  Alex smiles genuinely, scooping me up in his arms and kissing me deeply.

  “Be ready in ten minutes, Ms. Parker . . . or I’ll make good on that threat.”

  Putting me back on my feet, he exits the bathroom, tossing the towel over the door on the way out, leaving his perfect ass on display. Gulping, I rush through the routine of getting ready, knowing full well he will make good on that offer. Entering the sitting room, I find Alex sipping his coffee and reading a paper. Looking up from the paper, he pouts.

  “Damn, I was kind of hoping for a day in bed.”

  “Sorry to burst your bubble but today just isn’t your day.” Winking, I head for the door with Alex hot on my heels.

  “Fine. Let’s get this show on the road.” He sighs mournfully, giving me a playful wink in return.

  Exiting the house, I find the perimeter is swarming with guards all taking orders from Alex. Shaking my head, I get into the SUV. Who in the hell would have ever guessed that I’d need an entire platoon of armed guards? Thankfully, the most dangerous of them all sleeps next to me every night. Alex climbs into the vehicle, his relaxed demeanor now a distant memory. In its place, the commanding officer has returned, ready for action.

  My heart heaves, filling with heaviness at the sight. Turning my gaze out the window, I zone out for the drive to the Tenpro house. Not willing to think about what all of this means. The short drive is over quickly and I’m soon stepping out of the vehicle and onto the sidewalk. Jutting my chin out, I smooth my skirt and walk with purpose through the doors of the building. The guard jumps to his feet the moment I arrive.

  His eyes go from me to the entourage of guards filing in behind me. Alex maneuvers himself closer, standing just to the right of me. His opposing figure and stance makes it clear that he is someone of importance. The guard’s eyes widen as he takes in first Alex then the ten guards that followed him inside. Taking off my sunglasses, I stow them in my bag and smile politely at the man behind the counter.

  “C-Can I help you, ma’am?” he stutters, eyes darting around nervously.

  “Yes, I believe you can.” I lean
forward, getting a glimpse of his name badge.

  “Chee.” I pause, smiling at him again.

  “You see, I need to get up to the penthouse and I don’t have a key. So you’re going to give me one.”

  “O-Oh no. I couldn’t do that, ma’am. Madame Lin would have my head.” He convulses with apprehension.

  Tsking, I move closer to the desk. “Oh, Chee. You poor dear. It’s not Madame Lin you should be afraid of. It’s me.” His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

  “Do you know who I am?” I ask, peering at him intensely. Swallowing anxiously, he vigorously shakes his head.

  “Hmmm. That is unfortunate. Shall we clear that up? Would you like that?” I ask, watching him carefully.

  Nodding, he replies, “Yes, ma’am.”

  “You see, Chee, my name is Kylee Parker, and I own this building. But I’m sure you’re more familiar with my family name, which is Sun-ye. So, as I said before, Madame Lin is the least of your worries.” Baring my teeth, I close the distance, grabbing him by his tie. Dragging him toward me, I yank, pulling him halfway over the desk.

  “Now, do you really want to piss me off? Or are you going to do as I asked?” The guard visibly shakes as he nods his head over and over again.

  “Answer the question,” I snap ferociously.

  “Yes, ma’am. I’ll do whatever you need me to do. I promise.”

  “That’s a good boy,” I say, releasing him with a pat on the head.

  Gasping, he loosens his tie and steps back, his eyes dashing nervously over my entourage.

  “Let me code you a key right now.” Fumbling, he grasps a key, codes it, and hands it to me.

  “Thank you,” I say, heading toward the elevator. Stopping at the last moment, I find the guard behind the counter and warn, “Do not alert her to my presence. Do you understand?”