Royally Mine: 22 All-New Bad Boy Romance Novellas

by Susan Stoker

  “You never talk about your parents.”

  “I didn’t really know them.” Theo dips a tiger shrimp in the sauce and holds it to my mouth. “Open.”

  I keep my mouth shut.

  “You allergic?”

  “No.”

  “Then trust me.”

  I let him feed me. “Oh my god,” I moan. “Fuck, that’s good.”

  “You have a dirty mouth for a girl,” he says. “I like it.”

  “You’re just plain dirty.” I slurp down more shrimp. Usually I’m careful with how I eat, but tonight is surreal. I’m on top of the world, having dinner with a prince.

  Not a prince. A god.

  I giggle.

  Theo raises a brow. “I’m going to make you slow down on the wine.”

  “I’d have thought you’d get me drunk so I’d end up in your bed.”

  “That’s cheating,” he says. “I’m a gentleman.”

  “Yes, you are,” I say, trying not to sound surprised. “You are a gentleman.”

  “I always let the lady come first,” he continues.

  I groan. “You were doing so well. The beautiful setting, the food, keeping on your shirt…”

  “What’s wrong with me taking off my shirt?”

  I press my hand to my forehead. “Do I have to answer that?”

  “No,” he says, and stands. With exaggerated slowness, peels off his shirt. I suck in a breath as the panther tattoo comes into view. My lady parts purr.

  “Come on,” he says, smiling like a cat with cream. “You gotta admit, this is a good look for me.”

  It is. It so is.

  “No comment,” I say, my head cocked to the side, studying his panther tattoo.

  He takes my hand, pulling me from the table to poolside.

  “Come on, V-card. Time to get wet. Unless you are already?”

  “No comment,” I laugh, and shrug out of my dress, shedding my inhibitions along with my clothes. I’m on top of the world, and I don’t care what anyone thinks. Is this how Theo chooses to live his whole life? It’s freeing.

  “You’re beautiful,” Theo tells me.

  “I know.” I step past him and glide into the water.

  He follows and we swim around each other in circles, in ever tightening loops until we’re close enough to touch.

  “How do I always end up half-naked around you?”

  “You weren’t half-naked last night.”

  “That was a fluke.” I give him a Miss Mavery glare, even though I’m not wearing my glasses. “You were very, very bad.”

  “And you were very, very good. But I suspect the good girl is just an image. Come on, Vesper.” He catches my hand, tugs me a little closer before I pull free. “Come be bad with me.”

  Need zings through me at his touch.

  Fuck it.

  “I’m already being bad. A date with my boss. Bad idea.”

  “I’m not your boss. I fired you, remember?”

  “That’s right. You did. You were and are a consummate asshole. So why would I want to date you again?”

  “Because,” he steps into my space and puts his hands on my hips. “I only fired you so I could do this.”

  He’s going to kiss me. At the last moment I turn my head, and let him brush his lips on my shoulder. I shiver as he kisses up my neck.

  “You’re good at that,” I tell him when he lifts his head. “Lots of practice?”

  “Not as much as you might think,” he says.

  I raise a brow.

  He backs away, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Fuck, Vesper. I know I’m a slut, but it’s not as bad as it looks.”

  “Relax,” I say. “I don’t judge. I’ve slept with plenty of guys.” If you only knew.

  “And I know I was a jerk to you, in the beginning. I apologize.”

  “I accept. In grade school, the guys threw rocks when they liked me. I can handle cocky behavior. Although… I should tell you a secret,” I lean in to whisper. “I’m kinda attracted to jerks.”

  “Are you now? Well, I aim to please.” His hands settle back on my hips. “You know the moment that I was first attracted to you?” he asks.

  “On the steps of your house?”

  “I mean really attracted to you. The real Vesper Smith, not just your long legs and blonde hair.”

  I swat him for parroting back what I said, and he catches my arms and puts them around his neck. I press my boobs into him and it feels so good. So right.

  “The first time you were attracted to me,” I muse.

  “When you told everyone that my name meant ‘God’ in Greek.”

  “After which you called me a nerd so everyone would laugh at me.”

  He winces. “Not my finest moment.”

  “No, but I forgive you.” I’m buoyant in Theo’s arms. My feet still touch the bottom of the pool, just barely. We’re dancing in the water, rocking around and around, twirling slowly in the water. Everything about Theo makes me feel young and giddy. Like a first crush, and I really am a virgin. Maybe that’s his power. He makes you feel brand new.

  “Your turn,” he says. “Tell me about the first time you saw me, the real me.”

  “The skate park,” I say. “The way you talked to those kids. Treated them like equals.”

  Theo draws me deeper into the pool.

  He undoes my ponytail and my hair spreads out across the water, a golden waterfall.

  “After which I yelled at you. I really am an asshole.”

  “No. You were protecting those kids, as well as yourself. You’re a good guy.”

  “No, I’m not. I’m bad. Very, very bad.”

  “How bad?”

  He lifts me. My legs automatically wrap around his hips. I’m ready to slide my pussy up and down those washboard abs.

  Then he pulls me off and tosses me into the water.

  “You punk,” I shriek when I come up for air.

  “Very, very bad.” He smirks.

  I swim and pretend fight him. He’s too big and too strong and wrestles me so my back is at his front.

  “Let me go.” I try to elbow him and he holds me fast.

  “Say the magic word.”

  “Please.”

  “That’s not the magic word.” His lips find my pulse and he kisses and licks before sucking hard enough to leave a hickey.

  “Argh.” I thrash, try to stomp on his foot and he only lifts me, carries me easily to shallow water. I pant. My bikini top is about to fall off. I tell him this and his deep, vibrating chuckle almost makes me cum.

  He holds my hands crossed in front of me. Bends me over a bit. His weapon is poking between my legs.

  “Beg me to fuck you.”

  His cock slides along the seam of my pussy, and the bikini does nothing to protect me. Little sparks of pleasure fly through me.

  “Please,” I whisper instead.

  “You’re going to beg a lot tonight,” he promises, and runs his tongue along my ear.

  He lets me go, but things have changed, we circle each other like the moon and sun, unable to resist the gravitational pull.

  Drops of water bead on his tattooed shoulders. I want to lick them off. Instead I run my hand along the bunched muscle.

  He scoops me up in his arms again. I run a thumb along his perfect lips, feel his cock press into my belly.

  “Everyone has secrets,” I whisper. “Everyone has a dark side. But not you. You wear your sins on your sleeve. Your secret, your dark side is that you’re a good guy. What’s it like to live like that? Completely honest?”

  “V,” he whispers. But I never learn what he wanted to say because when I tilt my face to his, he kisses me.

  Theo knows what to do with his lips and tongue. I’m lost in him.

  He carries me out of the pool, past the table, into the hall where he sets me down long enough to grab a white towel and wrap it around me.

  My arms are threaded around his neck and I don’t let go.

  “Theo—” />
  “Bed. Now.” He lifts me again, starting back to the penthouse.

  We make it as far as the hall.

  My skin is cold from the water, and I need to rub myself against him. His body warms me, igniting me. I kiss him fiercely, cupping his face to hold him still.

  He lifts me and presses me to the wall.

  My pussy is throbbing like a second heartbeat, beating with a rhythm that belongs to him. Only him.

  His fingers find my folds and slide up and down, spreading my wetness over my slit.

  “Condom,” I gasp, before I lose my mind completely.

  He nods absently sets me down and drops to his knees.

  His mouth covers my labia, warm and shocking. His lips and tongue repeat their clever activity. Apparently kissing my mouth was just practice. Mouth sealed to my pussy, he makes out with me like he means it. His hands prop up my bottom, and as his tongue enters me, my shoulders practically crawl up the wall.

  “Oh God.” I’m moaning, my head flung back. “Oh God.”

  Theo tongue fucks me to orgasm as I’m plastered to the wall, holding onto his dark hair for dear life.

  When he lets me down, I start to slide all the way to the floor. Instead he catches me in his arms and heads for the elevator. It’s all fun and games and intense making out until the doors open with a ping and I realize we’re almost at his penthouse.

  I duck my head against his chest. “The security guards. Fuck. I can’t have Evans see me like this.”

  “Relax, baby. I cleared the top floor. No one’s up here,” he confirms my guess. He opens the door one handed and carries me in. “I want to take you in every hallway, on every surface, in every room of this place. I’ve been dying to get inside you since you turned up in the ridiculous suit, and then cat walked to the pool in a bikini and put me in my place.”

  I laugh, giddy.

  “You’re a bad girl, Vesper. Tempting me. Teasing me.”

  He sets me down. “Get on the bed.”

  I lean over it, shake my bikini clad ass in his direction.

  He smacks it, hard.

  “Up.”

  I crawl onto it on all fours, waving my ass in the air. “Like this?”

  “Yes. Now stay like that.” He peels the wet fabric of my bikini down and seals his mouth between my bottom cheeks. I squeal as he rims me. Too hot. Too dirty. Too much.

  “Feel good?” he asks.

  “No,” I protest, and he proves me wrong when he does it again, stroking my wet folds at the same time.

  This time I protest when he pulls away.

  “This is mine tonight. He grabs ahold of my right bottom cheek and squeezes before smacking it again, hard. “I’m going to fuck you anyway I want. And Vesper? I want it all.”

  Arousal boils through me. Pleasure already spiking in my nipples, my pussy, my bottom where he spanked me.

  “Put your hand between your legs. Get yourself off.”

  I lean forward, spread my knees, give him a show. My orgasm dances just out of reach. I chase it with my fingers, panting, writhing. My breasts break free from the bikini top. I arch further, letting my nipples chafe against the bed.

  “Stop,” he orders. His tongue rims my asshole again. Sensation licks through me, taboo and perfect. So right. So, so right. So very, very wrong.

  A tremor goes through me, a foreshadow of ecstasy. I moan, loud and low.

  “Fuck.” He spanks me again. “You’re such a dirty girl. Keep touching yourself but don’t cum.”

  My whole body rocks, as I fuck my hand.

  “Do not cum,” he warns as my legs shake. His words drive me higher. “Beg me for it.”

  “Please.”

  “No.” He pulls my hand away. “I want you desperate. You only cum when I’m inside you tonight.”

  Shaking with need, I follow as he tugs on my hair. He pulls me around to where he kneels on the bed, his cock bobbing in front of my face.

  “Yes,” I breathe before diving forward to swallow him down. I tongue the vein on the underside of his cock as my mouth engulfs him, moaning around his delicious length. He grips my hair controlling me. I fucking love it.

  He’s close when he guides me off his cock. “Not in your mouth.” He props me in position, on my back, knees wide.

  He hooks my legs in the crook of his elbows, and rams into me. One thrust and he’s balls deep. My supreme arousal means I’m ready, but I cry out at the delicious feeling. His cock is long enough to hit the back of my womb and thick enough to rub all the lovely points in between.

  He slides out, almost all the way, and waits a beat before slamming into me. The force batters my clit, smacking it awake. I cry out in happy surprise and catch his shoulders, hanging on for dear life, as he does it again, pulling out and slamming home. One more time, my orgasm detonates like a bomb.

  Theo props my legs up over his shoulders as he drives in powerfully. Dragging me to the edge of orgasm again. I claw his arms and he growls like an animal.

  It’s raw and brutal and beautiful.

  “Touch yourself,” he demands.

  I slip my hand between us and find my clit, but it’s too much sensation, and I tell him.

  He grabs my ankles, holding my legs straight up as he pounds away.

  “Look at me. Fucking you hard. You want my cum?”

  “Yes, fuck, yes.”

  “Yeah? Play with your breasts. Give me a good show, Vesper. Be my bad girl.”

  I cup my breasts, pinching my nipples. “I want you,” I breathe. “I want you to cum.”

  “You’re such a bad girl.”

  “I’m so bad. So very, very bad.”

  My pussy tightens with an impending orgasm. It blows up around me, catching me off guard. My inner muscles squeeze like a fist around his cock.

  “Oh, fuck me.” He falls forward, onto his hands, bucking and shuddering as he cums.

  I pull him to me as he catches his breath. Before I know it, he’s pulling out, and moving me again, propping me on all fours.

  “Again?” I ask, surprised, as Theo comes at me with his cock hard and stiff as a spear.

  “Again.”

  ***

  Three rounds later, I’m curled limp on the duvet. Theo lowers my leg from where he propped it to take me from behind. He rises to take care of the condom. When he returns, he tucks close, kissing the back of my neck.

  “She was right,” I murmur. “You are a god.”

  He chuckles.

  “Does this make me a goddess?”

  “Oh yes.” He nestles me further into his arms. “I will build a temple to you and worship every day.”

  “Mmmm,” I purr. “You know, your house is serious Greek revival.”

  He shudders. “My dad. He collected the classical stuff. Apparently, mom liked it. Reminded her of home.”

  “I can’t believe you’re the crown prince of Sweden.”

  “I can’t believe it myself. I just want to be a normal guy, you know.”

  I turn and kiss him. “You just fucked me three times in a row, and made me cum each time. We’ve past normal territory. You really are a god.”

  We doze a little when a popping sound outside makes me stir.

  “What’s that?”

  “A surprise. Come on.”

  When he leads me back up to the pool, I almost pull away, but the sight of fireworks exploding above the park has me rushing to the railing. “Oh my god.” The whistling rockets fly up and burst into the night in a shower of colored sparks.

  “You did this?” I turn to him. “For me?”

  He shrugs.

  I don’t know what to say. As far as I know, he’s never pulled a stunt like this to get a girl into bed. Not that he’d have to.

  “Thank you.”

  We stand and watch them together, me leaning back into Theo. The sheet dips scandalously low. I don’t care. When the grand finale starts, I turn, press my bare boobs against his chest, and kiss him.

  ***

  Morning fi
nds us in his penthouse, our legs tangled together.

  He wakes and smiles at me. I almost reach for my glasses, but I realize I don’t have them. “Hey.”

  “Hey,” he says as I climb out of bed. I don’t want to go. Sleepy Theo blinking in the morning light is adorable.

  “Come back to bed,” he groans and tries to catch my arm. I skip out of the way.

  “I can’t. You have an interview today. We have to get ready.”

  “Don’t wanna get ready. Wanna fuck.”

  “Get out of bed now, and I’ll let you fuck me in the shower.”

  I’m halfway to the bathroom when he practically body slams me, tossing me up over his shoulder, silencing my yelp with a smack to my ass.

  Under the spray, he slides his hands all over my body, slippery with soap. He turns me around and cocks my leg up on the edge of the tub, easing his way inside.

  “These are so beautiful,” he breathes in my ear, fondling my breasts. “I want to cum on them. I want you to wear my cum all day, under that professional suit of yours.”

  “Mmm.” I reach back and hold onto his neck as he fills me beautifully.

  His teeth find my shoulder and he nips. I yelp, and he soothes the spot with his tongue.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I want to mark you all over. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

  That does it. I cum around his cock, palms pressed to the tile, moans echoing around the bath.

  ***

  “There she is. In her suit,” Theo murmurs as I come out dressed to take on the day. I spent the last ten minutes painting makeup over the hickey he gave me.

  “You,” I point at him, “are very, very bad.”

  “Me?” He bats his long lashes, all innocence. “I was seduced by a very bad—”

  I push against his chest and kiss him.

  “What was that?” I ask once I pull away.

  “No comment.”

  “Good boy. I have to go check in with Evans. Meet you here in one hour. Okay?” I pause at the door. “No running. No commandeering a hot rod to joyride through Manhattan. And, for the love of all things proper, keep your shirt on.”

  “If I do, what’s in it for me?”

  “I’ll let you cum on me. While wearing the suit.” I pose against the door. His eyes light.

  “And Theo? If you’re really, really good… I’ll wear the glasses.”