Royally Shared (The Triple Crown Club Book 1)

by Madison Faye

  My pulse throbbed in my veins as I let my eyes drink her in, standing there so primly in her pencil skirt and formal blouse. I imagined my friends with her, the night before. I let the knowledge sink in that not twelve hours ago, Vic and Micah had been tasting and taking every goddamn inch of her body.

  Claiming her.

  Fucking her together.

  Making her come.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, my whole body sizzling with that fucked up mix of fury and new jealousy and the need to have her right there in my goddamn office.

  I wasn’t thinking clearly, and I knew it. But I was so fucking hard imagining her sucking their cocks, moaning around them, licking their balls while they played with her body.

  My eyes blazed.

  My muscles tightened.

  My cock pulsed.

  “Sir, I—”

  I held up a hand, silencing her.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl, Julia,” I growled quietly.

  She gasped.

  And that was it.

  That gasp wasn’t shock or her being horrified at my language. That was a gasp of the words “naughty girl” piercing right to the heart of her, making her blood pump faster and her panties soak through with her sweet pussy juices.

  I stormed around the desk towards her. She gasped again, backing away from me with this mix of fear and adrenaline roaring in her own eyes as her back hit the bookcase behind her. I slammed into her — not touching her, but my hands flat on either side of her, my mouth inches from her.

  I can’t touch her.

  I won’t touch her.

  I tried to say it to myself over and over again, as if to convince myself. The words “scandal” and “lawsuit” rattled through my head — not to mention the crooked senate using it as the ammunition they needed to take complete power.

  I gritted my teeth, using every ounce of my willpower to hold back from kissing her, or from tearing her clothes off and plunging my cock to the hilt inside that warm, sweet little cunt of hers.

  Somehow, I restrained myself from claiming her right there against that bookshelf.

  Somehow.

  “This is highly inappropriate, Ms. Carlson,” I hissed right into her lips.

  “Sir,” she gasped. “I didn’t know—”

  “You didn’t know what, that going home with two men and letting them take you together was naughty?”

  She blushed, shivering.

  She wasn’t horrified. No, I knew that look, and it made something roar inside of me.

  She was turned on.

  “Did you suck their cocks?” I hissed, groaning inside at the way her eyes went wide and her cheeks flushed pink.

  “Sir, I—”

  “Answer the question, Ms. Carlson.”

  She swallowed, her eyes flashing over mine.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “And you fucked them both,” I growled.

  She physically shivered, her breath catching and her face turning bright pink as she started to look down.

  “Ye—”

  “Look at me.”

  She whimpered as she dragged her gaze up to mine, her eyes full of lust, and fire, and need.”

  “Yes,” she said quietly.

  “And did they make you come?”

  She moaned quietly, but I fucking heard it.

  “Yes.”

  I leaned forward, letting my lips brush her ear, loving the way she gasped.

  “How many times?” I growled.

  Her face was so fucking red, her whole body trembling as she sucked in a breath of air.

  I was going to enjoy this.

  “Answer me.”

  “Five,” Julia breathed out, her eyes finally meeting mine and looking so full of fire that I wanted to tear my pants off and fuck her right there against the bookshelf.

  “I came five times.”

  Impressive.

  “Sir,” I growled, prompting her. “You came five times like a dirty little girl, sir.”

  Julia whimpered as my breath teased against her neck.

  This wasn’t fair, and I knew it. This was me using every single trick I knew to make sure she was a puddle for me.

  But fuck being fair, this was about me taking what was mine. Right the fuck now.

  “I came five times, sir,” she whimpered out.

  And now the part where I make her desperate for it.

  Fucking her right there would have been easy. It would have been incredible, but easy. Fuck, there was so much heat and fire blazing between us we could have melted each others clothes off right here. I let my hips move against hers, letting her feel every fucking inch of my big, hard cock. And doing so let me feel how damn soaked she was. Hell, I could feel how wet she was through her damn skirt. I could almost smell how turned on she was.

  And while part of me wanted to command her to spread her legs and let me watch her juices soak through her panties and drip down her thighs, the bigger man in me won out.

  The man that wanted to make her wait to have me, liked I’d waited to have her.

  I wanted her ready to beg me before I claimed her.

  Slowly, taking every single ounce of my restraint, I pulled back. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and when I opened them, I locked my gaze on her panting, blushing face.

  “Take the rest of the day off, Julia.”

  She blinked, and I couldn’t tell if she was more shocked at my words or that I hadn’t just spun her around, torn her clothes off, and fucked her tight little pussy until she couldn’t walk straight.

  “Am—” She swallowed. “Am I fired?”

  “Did I say that?” I moved close again, letting my lips brush her ear. “Go home.”

  “Why?”

  Anyone else, and I’d have been pissed at the sass. With her, it just made me fall even harder.

  “Because I need to think, without you here.” I opened my lips and sucked her earlobe between my teeth. Julia melted against the bookshelf behind her, her breath panting and her whole body arching to try and touch mine.

  I denied her that contact, backing away and letting my eyes blaze into hers.

  “I need to think about how I’m going to punish you for this.”

  Chapter 8

  Julia

  Oh my God. Oh my GOD.

  I sank against my apartment door as it closed behind me, dropping to the ground and burying my face in my hands.

  I couldn’t believe that had happened. I was so horrified, and embarrassed, and ashamed.

  …And so, so damn wet.

  So incredibly wet. God, I was as turned on by just Prince Luke’s words as I’d been the night before by his friends.

  I groaned as I rubbed my temples with my fingers, forcing myself to breathe as the reality of my situation hit me. I’d had a threesome with two of the most powerful men in the three kingdoms. And now I worked for the third one.

  And they all knew.

  I made a mental note to never, ever drink vodka ever again.

  I mean who was I? I’d gone out for one night of “going wild” and ended up having a freaking threesome for God’s sake, with two men I’d just met. Oh, right, and they were royalty. That and I worked for their friend, who also happened to be quite possibly the most commandingly attractive, dominant man I’d ever met. A man who could’ve almost made me come just by speaking to me.

  A man who I wanted, desperately, to make me come.

  It was terrible, especially after the night before with his friends, and it made me feel so guilty, and dirty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Actually, the harder I tried to get it out of my mind, the more it burrowed deeper, setting me ablaze inside with this pulsing need for him.

  “I need to think about how I’m going to punish you for this.”

  I shivered on the floor of my apartment, my back still to the closed door. All I could think about was what it’d be like to be punished by a man like that — a man with that kind of power, and dominance, and raw sexuality
oozing from every single pore.

  My body melted, the heat pulsing through me and the desire pooling between my legs. I panted, my hands drawing up my legs as they slowly spread. My skirt rode higher, and I thanked God that Emma was still at work as I pulled my pencil skirt up all the way. My fingers slid over the front of my absolutely soaked panties, feeling how sticky and wanting I was thinking of Prince Luke “punishing” me.

  My fingers slid under the elastic, and I whimpered loudly as I felt my soft, dewy lips. I rolled a finger over my clit, moaning softly as I imagined the Prince commanding me to strip. To bare myself to him.

  To bend over and submit to him.

  I thought of his two friends too, and I only grew even more turned on. I imagined them watching as Prince Luke took his big cock out and slid it deep inside of my eager pussy.

  I imagined them joining, and my cries began to fill the room.

  It was so damn dirty, thinking of the three gorgeous, powerful, dominant men taking me like that, but I couldn’t stop, and I couldn’t back away from the fantasy. Two at once had been the most insanely hot sex I’d ever had — hotter than anything I’d ever imagined even.

  Three?

  Well, the idea of three princes making me theirs was so dirty, and wrong, and illicit that I moaned loudly as two fingers easily slid inside of my slick pussy. I moved my fingers faster and faster, imagining the three of them stripping down and surrounding me.

  Touching me.

  Tasting me.

  Taking me.

  My head dropped back against the door as I played with myself right there on the floor, my breath coming faster and faster and my whole body drowning in the filthy fantasy.

  And then I thought of the tattoos, and I started to fall. I thought of the crown tattoos, and the club, and the “urban legend” of a place where this exact fantasy happened. Where three princes claimed a single woman, together.

  And that’s just what I imagined. I pictured the three of them taking me all at once. Hands on my body, lips on my skin, and three big, throbbing, beautiful cocks filling me in every possible way.

  My body shuddered, a cry caught in my throat, and my pussy clenched tight around my fingers as I went crashing over the edge. The orgasm rocked through me, leaving me a breathless, trembling, soaking wet mess on the apartment floor.

  I was suddenly both absolutely terrified and absolutely hungering for what would happen when I saw Prince Luke again.

  There was no one outside the Prince’s office doors the next day when I arrived. No grumpy Leon, no guards, nothing. Obviously, I’d been checked into the palace by security guards, and had passed all sorts of other palace residents and workers on the way here to the offices. But here, it was just me and the imposing wooden door.

  I swallowed, nervously looking around. My fantasy after getting home the day before had been filthy. My dreams the night after had been far dirtier. In my dreams, the ways Prince Luke had punished me had me waking to soaked panties and a feverish brow.

  Here, in the real world, I was suddenly far more nervous about what might be in store for me through these doors.

  I took a deep breath, raised my fist, and knocked.

  “Come.”

  Come. Not “come in,” just come.

  It felt like a promise.

  The door swung open, and I stepped inside. I hadn’t been sure how to dress for that day. I mean, how do you dress when a gorgeous, dominant prince who happens to be your boss tells you you’re going to be punished the next day? What, should I have come in wearing sexy lingerie?

  Nothing at all?

  Instead, I’d come in with the usual office attire — another pencil skirt and blouse combo, with modest if not sexy heels, with my hair pulled up into a tight bun on my head.

  Prince Luke sat behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with one hand stroking his chiseled jaw. His eyes burned fiercely into me as I stepped inside, standing there nervously with my hands toying with each other.

  “Shut the door.”

  I shivered as I turned, feeling his eyes all over my ass as I closed the doors to the room, and my fate. I turned back to see him positively throbbing with power behind his desk, his eyes all over me.

  Slowly, he pushed his chair back from his desk, though he didn’t stand.

  “Come here, Ms. Carlson.”

  I swallowed, shivered nervously with a throb of raw excitement tingling through me as I stepped towards his desk.

  “Around here,” he growled, beckoning.

  I nodded, stepping around to the other side of his desk. He still hadn’t stood up, he just turned his chair to look at me.

  “Have you ever been spanked, Ms. Carlson?”

  My whole body shivered.

  He couldn’t be serious, right? And what's more, I couldn’t seriously be about to step down this path, could I? Was I really about to do this, with my boss?

  A freaking prince?

  I knew I should have just walked away. Hell, run away, even if it meant finding another job. This was dangerous, and tempting, and that combination was a bad one.

  I opened my mouth anyways, and there I went, stepping right over the edge and right into him.

  “No, sir,” I whispered.

  He grinned hungrily, his eyes stripping me bare.

  “There’s a first time for everything,” he murmured, his eyes lingering over my body.

  He looked up into my eyes, and crooked his finger.

  “Come here, Ms. Carlson,” he growled. He pointed to his knee. “Right here.”

  I bit my lip to hold the moan in as every single filthy fantasy from the night before came rushing back to replay in front of my eyes. I knew it was insane, but I found myself stepping forward, my pulse racing. My whole face flushed red as I draped myself over his muscled thighs, and I could hear him growl as his hand came to rest on the small of my back and the back of my knees.

  “You were a filthy, naughty girl, weren’t you, Julia,” he purred, his voice making me literally whimper out loud as his hands stroked me. I was so insanely turned on, and so fucking wet I was sure he could feel it through my skirt and his suit pants.

  This was absolutely insane. I was laying across a prince’s lap, about to get spanked.

  …hardly a fairytale.

  The first slap came across my ass before I could even really prepare for it, muffled through my skirt but still sending a shiver of raw heat through my body. His hand came down again, and this time, as I moaned softly, I could feel his cock pulsing so hard against my belly.

  “Did you feel like a bad little slut, sucking their big hard cocks?”

  I moaned deeply, squirming against his rock hard cock and panting for more.

  “Did you like it when they fucked you from both ends until you came like a bad little girl?”

  His hand yanked at the hem of my skirt, pulling it up over my ass. He growled his hand skimping over my bare ass, split by my thong panties. He palmed my ass, grabbing it like it was his and growling lowly as he leaned over me, his lips by my ear.

  “Don’t you wish I’d been there too, to fuck you like the good little slut you are while you sucked their cocks?”

  His palm came down with a sharp slap across my ass, and I cried out in pleasure as the heat and the sting bloomed through me.

  “Naughty girl,” the prince growled, his fingers pulling at the elastic of my panties.

  “Fucking my friends, letting them use your dirty little mouth and fill this tight little pussy with cum.”

  He yanked the panties down to my knees, and I moaned wildly as he suddenly grabbed my ass with both his hands and spread me wide. I knew he could see all of me, and how fucking soaking wet I was, draped over his lap with my skirt around my waist and my panties around my knees.

  “Dirty girl,” he purred into my ear. I yelped as his palm came down again, and again, and again, until my whole body was on sweet delicious fire.

  Until I was sure he was going to make me come just by spanking my
upturned ass.

  Suddenly, his hand slipped between my legs, spreading them as his fingers slipped over my sticky pussy. I cried out as his fingers sunk deep inside, slowly fucking in and out as his other hand grabbed my ass tight. His thumb slid up to my asshole, and I squirmed and moaned against him as he began to tease both my holes with his fingers as his other hand spanked me across one cheek and then the other.

  I was sure I was going to come — actually, I was seconds away from doing so, when he suddenly pulled away, leaving me panting and grinding my hips against his thighs.

  “Get up,” he growled.

  I whimpered, my face pulsing with heat as I stood on shaky legs, turning to him, but looking down. I was so close to coming, so damn on edge that I was sure one look from him would have me orgasming right in front of him.

  “Strip,” he growled, leaning back in his chair. The bulge at the front of his pants was enormous, the fire in his eyes blazing through me.

  I swallowed as I did as he told, popping one button and then the next of my blouse and feeling my body burn with heat as he watched me shrug it off. My skirt followed, but when I went to put a hand in front of me, seeing as my panties were still tangled at my knees, the prince only took my hand and gently pulled it away.

  “No,” he whispered hoarsely, his eyes dragging over my body. “No hiding yourself from me, Julia,” he purred, his voice like a velvet touch.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, and I want to see all of you.”

  He reached up, deftly popping the front clasp of my bra and letting it fall open. He let a finger trace over my hard pink nipples, making me gasp sharply as I shrugged off the bra, before he traced the finger down my belly. He moved it lower, pushing a finger into my slick pussy. I moaned as he fingered me, before he slowly withdrew it and brought it to his mouth. He groaned as he sucked it clean, his eyes dragging up to mine.

  He reached up, and I moaned as his hands tangled in my hair, pulling me gently towards him. He pulled me closer, and suddenly, our lips came crashing together. He kissed me hard, his tongue demanding entrance. My lips parted for him, his growls sending a shiver through me as he claimed my mouth before slowly pulling back.