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Rule Me Dirty: A Royal Bad Boy Romance

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by Parker Grey


  We kiss one more time, our tongues tangling together, the familiar heat building up inside me. The kiss starts out gentle but gets rougher as it goes, until Leo’s hands are on my ass, squeezing and lifting through the dress I hurriedly put on a few hours ago.

  We’re still in the middle of the hallway as he slides his fingers between my buttocks, quickly moving over my back hole and plunging between my lips, reveling in my wetness.

  I swallow hard.

  “Now will you finally fuck me?” I whisper.

  Leo grins and pushes open the door.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Leo

  I kick the door closed behind us, and it slams loudly but I don’t fucking care. Already I’m tearing at Josephine’s clothes, pulling her dress off over her head, pushing her into the hotel room as I throw her bra into a corner.

  It’s not a particularly fancy hotel, but it’s not terrible. I couldn’t care less how many stars it has, though; as long as Josephine’s here, I’ll be anywhere.

  “Leo,” she gasps again as I lift her up and place her on the bed. She’s already naked, her hands scrabbling at my shirt before I pull it off over my head.

  I kiss her roughly, her mouth soft and pliant and needy under mine as her hands grope for my belt, but I grab her by the wrists and pull her hands behind her, towering over her small, soft body.

  She makes me feel like an animal, something feral and wild, but in a good way, and as I pull back, I can see her eyes light up as she wraps her legs around me, pulling me in.

  I keep a hold on her wrists with one hand, and with the other, I undo my belt and then pull it out of my belt loops. Josephine doesn’t say anything, just watches me, chest heaving as I pull her hands in front of her again.

  “Tonight we do things my way, Princess,” I growl, wrapping my belt around her wrists. “And my way is I fuck you when I like, how I like, because I’ve been craving your sweet body from the second I first saw you.”

  Josephine bites her lip as I fasten my belt around her wrists, tight enough that she can’t get them apart, and then she looks up at me, her eyes filled with lust and longing. She knows exactly what I’ve got in store for her, and she wants it just as bad as I do.

  I shove her bound hands over her head again and kiss her fiercely, my tongue in her mouth, her body yielding under me as I find her clit with my fingers and slide them along it, spreading her juices from her lips to her nub and back again. I almost can’t believe that I’m here, finally doing this.

  I’m finally going to claim my princess.

  I stand, taking my pants off, and Josephine doesn’t move. She stays splayed on the bed, hands over her head, beautiful pussy on full display.

  Mine.

  I kneel on the bed between her legs, and she wraps them around me again, squeezing me with her thighs. I lean over and take one perfect, sweet nipple between my teeth and flick my tongue over the pebbled surface as she arches her back with pleasure

  “Beg me,” I say, my voice low and rough.

  The head of my cock bumps against her entrance, parting her lips, my hand at the root guiding it.

  “Please, Leo,” she whispers.

  I bite harder, eliciting a soft moan.

  “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me,” she whispers, rocking her hips back and forth. I can feel the entrance of her pussy clench and spasm, like she’s trying to draw me in, but I resist for another second.

  “I need to feel you inside me,” she goes on, her face hazy with lust. “Please.”

  I’m never going to get tired of hearing her say that.

  “Relax, princess,” I whisper. “This might hurt a little.”

  Josephine just watches me, her face filled with love, trust, and lust, and I take a deep breath.

  Then I stop resisting, and let the head of my cock slide between her lips.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Josephine

  I take a deep breath and force myself to relax, even though it’s hard because I want to clench my thighs around Leo and push him inside me, finally feel him fill me up like I’ve longed for.

  But I’m not dumb. I know he’s huge down there, totally massive, and no matter how many times his fingers and tongue have been inside me, his cock is something else entirely.

  “This might hurt a little,” he says, and I swallow, letting my eyes drift closed.

  Then the thick head of his cock slides between my lips, up to my entrance, and for the very first time, my husband enters me, and I gasp.

  It’s a sensation totally unlike anything else, and it’s all I can think about, all I can feel. There’s a quick twinge of pain, but it’s over in a second, Leo stretching me wide.

  He stops, leaning over me, just the head of his cock inside me but I’m panting for breath, bound wrists over my head.

  “Are you all right?” he whispers. “You’re so fucking tight, Princess.”

  I can’t even form words, so I just nod. He kisses my cheek gently, the gesture surprisingly sweet, and then sinks in further.

  I moan. It doesn’t hurt any more — it only hurt a little, for a second — but it’s completely new feeling, my pussy being filled and stretched like this, and God I think I like it.

  Leo goes slowly, entering me millimeter by millimeter, watching my face, stroking my body. I can tell he wants more, wants to sheath himself balls-deep inside me, but right now he’s being gentle and patient.

  Nothing like the beast I once feared.

  Finally, he’s all the way inside me, his hips flush against mine, and the feeling of being filled like this, of no longer being a virgin, is wonderful and intoxicating. I feel like I can’t even move, like anything I do will just make my body explode and fly into a million different pieces.

  Leo’s got this look of intense, total concentration on his face, like he’s overwhelmed and trying not to come.

  “You feel so good,” I whisper, my eyes closed.

  “You fit me like you were made for me,” he growls, his lips close to my ear. “And you’re so fucking tight and wet it’s all I can do not to come inside you right now.”

  Then Leo shifts his weight, leaning on one elbow, and he lets his hand drift down my body, from my shoulders to my nipples to the down patchy right between my legs.

  After a moment, his fingers find my clit, and he starts stroking me.

  Instantly, sparks shoot upward through my body. I can feel my pussy clench, and Leo growls again, but he still doesn’t move inside me, just strokes my clit faster and faster, letting his fingers do the work.

  It takes seconds, because I’m already flying high, close to the edge, and all it takes is this and I’m crashing over, coming hard with Leo’s cock deep in me. He sucks in a hard breath as I come, the shockwaves of pleasure magnified a hundredfold and I cry out his name, utterly unable to think of anything else.

  I’m still coming, my body trembling, when he starts moving, bit by bit, but instantly it’s like an electric current and I moan again, hands clenching above my binds, and he swallows hard.

  “You like that, too,” he whispers, still obviously trying to control himself.

  “I just like it when you fuck me,” I whimper, and I see a flash of the wild animal in his eyes as he pulls my legs around him, his fingers digging into my thigh as he does.

  With each thrust he pulls out more and then sinks in deeper, every stroke of his thick cock still filling me completely, hitting the sensitive walls of my pussy and making me moan, gasp, and whimper. Leo’s shaking, his hands grabbing me so hard he might leave bruises, but he’s being so gentle right now I almost can’t believe it.

  I knew he would never hurt me, but I hadn’t realized before how tender he could be.

  Even though he’s going slow, I can feel myself building toward a climax again, and I can hear myself whisper his name, over and and over.

  “Come for me again,” he says, his voice a rough whisper. “I need to feel you come one more time.”

  “Leo,�
�� I whisper.

  “I love you,” he whispers back, and I shatter.

  It’s incredible. It’s beyond incredible, I feel like I’m either flying or falling, my body filled with pure ecstasy as my vision goes totally white, my whole body tensing and jolting with the force of it.

  I come hard, for a long time, as wave after wave rocks through me. Leo groans into my ear, his cock throbbing as he thrusts, still gentle and careful.

  “I’m gonna come inside you, Princess,” he whispers, and I can’t even react before his cock jolts and he explodes, filling me with burst after burst.

  When he finishes, he rests his forehead on mine, then kisses me gently as he takes his belt off my wrists and rubs them.

  “Did you like that?” he asks, tracing my jaw with his fingers, still inside me.

  “Yes,” I say.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  I can’t help but smile.

  “Not at all.”

  He kisses me again, this kiss a little fiercer, a little rougher.

  “Good,” he says. “You know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?”

  I bite his lip gently, and he chuckles.

  “Only if I ask for it,” I tease.

  “I wanted your first time to be gentle,” he says, his voice getting lower, developing a growl. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t bend you and fuck you hard like the filthy princess you are.”

  I swallow hard, heat stirring in me again.

  “Promise?” I ask, and we kiss again.

  We don’t sleep that night.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Leo

  “You did WHAT?” King Edward roars.

  I squeeze Josephine’s hand.

  “We got married,” I say.

  “Without my approval?” he goes on, pacing back and forth across the sitting room. “You didn’t tell us, didn’t ask our advice, you just eloped? Just like that?”

  I open my mouth to respond, but Josephine cuts me off.

  “Daddy, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you,” she says.

  “The fact that you didn’t tell me is the least of my concerns, young lady,” he says, turning sharply and pacing in the other direction. “You’re a princess, and with your life of great wealth and leisure comes certain responsibilities, to your country and to your people.”

  “We were engaged anyway,” she says, her voice surprisingly steady. “And I love him.”

  The king exhales hard, and I’m surprised fire doesn’t shoot from his nostrils. The queen is sitting in a chair, watching us quietly, thinking.

  “There are protocols surrounding this sort of thing,” he goes on. “You can’t just go get married on a whim, Josephine. What’s that going to look like to the public? I’ll tell you, it looks like we’ve got a daughter who makes rash decisions, who’s mercurial and tempestuous, who doesn’t even tell her own family when she decides to get married...”

  “Jo,” her mother says quietly. “We wish you’d told us.”

  Suddenly Josephine squeezes my hand even harder, and her mom’s words hit me like a punch to the gut.

  I hadn’t even thought of that. My own parents have been distant at best since Nadia died, so it just didn’t occur to me that Josephine’s parents would be this upset and not seeing their daughter get married.

  But of course they are, and I feel awful. Josephine’s mouth opens slightly, she swallows hard.

  “I’m sorry,” she says, still squeezing my hand like her life depends on it. “I didn’t think...”

  “That’s right,” her father says, entering the conversation again. “You didn’t think.”

  “Edward,” the queen says, and the king stops pacing and looks up at her. She puts out one hand, palm outward, in the universal calm down gesture.

  He stops pacing.

  “Prince Leo, would you be so good as to give us a moment alone with Josephine?” she asks.

  I don’t want to. I know they’re her parents, and they’re clearly not going to harm her, but I don’t like the thought of leaving her alone, without me for backup.

  But I look down at her, and she nods.

  “Please, it’s fine,” she says.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Of course.”

  I don’t like it, but I’ll obey my princess.

  I bow to the room and leave.

  Josephine’s in there for a long time, and though there are raised voices once or twice, for the most part they talk quietly and I can’t hear what they’re saying.

  That doesn’t mean I leave. I sit on a bench in the hall outside the room, just waiting in case my princess needs me. Last night I swore to never leave her side, and even though a conversation with her parents wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, this is as good a place to start as any.

  Finally, the heavy door cracks open. I practically leap to my feet, afraid that Josephine’s going to come out and leap into my arms, crying hysterically.

  I’m afraid that somehow, her father has the power to annul our marriage, even though I know he doesn’t.

  But Josephine is smiling, even though I can tell she’s been crying, and I pull her into my arms.

  “I’m fine,” she says.

  “You were crying.”

  “Yeah, well...” she says, her voice drifting off. “I didn’t mean to, but I hurt their feelings.”

  She takes a deep breath and pulls away from me, looking me in the eye.

  “What do you think about getting married again next week?” she asks.

  I kiss her, once on the lips, and once on each tear-stained cheek.

  “I’d marry you every week,” I say.

  A few days later, we have an engagement banquet, followed by an engagement ball. I know there are rumors floating around about why we’re getting married so soon after announcing the engagement, but I make up something about my parents wanting a daughter-in-law soon, and I also, I don’t give a shit about the rumors.

  At both events, I can hardly keep my hands off of Josephine. It’s all I can do not to shout from the rafters that she’s mine, already my bride, and that I’m hers for forever. We hold hands under the banquet table, and it’s all I can do not to slide my hand into her lap, lift the long skirt of her gown, and tease her until she comes right there, in the middle of everything.

  Afterward, I’m impossibly hard for the entire ball, just watching her glide around the floor, beautiful and graceful as a swan. She dances with everyone there — it’s only polite, after all — and even though all the other men are perfectly courteous and well-mannered, by the end of it I’m responding to my own dance partner with one-word answers, watching Josephine from the corner of my eye.

  It’s not that I don’t trust her. It’s not that I feel like there’s any real threat from any of these men.

  I just don’t want to fucking watch anyone else dance with my princess, and it works me into a near-frenzy of possessiveness.

  Finally, I can’t stand it any more. There’s a lull in the dancing while the band takes a break, and I find Josephine, talking to her two sisters and a few other people.

  I smile as charmingly as I possibly can, though I still see nervousness flicker over a few of the faces.

  “Ladies,” I say, winding my hand through Josephine’s. “Could I steal my fiancée away for a few moments?”

  They all agree, giggling a little, and I lead Josephine through the dance hall, to an outside door, and we emerge into the cool night air.

  “What is—“

  I lean down and kiss her, because I feel like if I don’t kiss her right now, I might dissolve. Josephine practically melts under my lips, her soft body yielding instantly, and a surge of heat spikes through me.

  My hands lock around her waist, and her fingers wind through my hair. I kiss her greedily, urgently, our bodies pressing together as I invade her mouth with my tongue, possessing her.

  “I need you now,” I growl when we separate.

  She looks around nervously. We’re outside in
a balustrade, not far from the lit windows of the dance hall where everyone we know is still standing.

  “Leo, it’s—“

  I kiss her again, and this time I slide both hands down to her ass, squeezing her firm cheeks hard and rocking her body against my massive, insistent erection. I can practically feel her heartbeat fluttering in her chest, and I break the kiss to whisper into her ear.

  “I want to fuck you so hard you forget your own name,” I murmur. “You’re so fucking beautiful that I can’t stand it.”

  Josephine bites her lip, her eyes lowering. Even though I’ve been talking to her like this for weeks now, she blushes, but it only makes me harder.

  “Okay,” she whispers, and grabs my hand. “Come on.”

  I let her pull me along until we’re at a doorway. Josephine tries the handle, but it’s locked.

  “Shit,” she mutters, and pulls her hand out of mine.

  I swallow hard, leaning against the wall, hoping that no one comes along and sees us breaking into a locked room in the palace. Not that I care, but I’m trying to get along with my future in-laws. For my princess’ sake.

  She lifts the handle, twists it slightly, makes a face, and then suddenly the door swings open and Josephine grins.

  “We figured that out as kids,” she says, and winks at me.

  We’re through the door in a flash, and I push it shut behind us. It’s some kind of store room, but the kind of store room you could only find at a palace — there are some boxes and furniture, but also a suit of armor, a huge painting of a forbidding-looking woman, and a corner filled with rolled-up rugs.

  I grab Josephine’s hand and yanking her back against me, her body warm and supple, and she arches into me, turning her head for another kiss, slowly grinding her perfect ass against my erection.

  I groan from somewhere deep in my chest, and Josephine bites my lip, already panting for breath.

  This isn’t going to be slow and romantic, this is going to be quick and rough and hard. I reach down her top and find her nipples already hard as diamonds, and I pinch one as she moans into my mouth.

 

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