Royally Bad (Bad Boy Royals #1)

by Nora Flite

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Of course I am,” she said.

  “I know.” My fingertips ran along her entrance, then in a firm shove, I pumped them deep into her pussy. “I like making you say it,” I said, her groan of delight muting my words. My fingers rubbing the inner roof of her wet walls, my thumb joined the fray, grinding on her clit. Sammy bucked against me, my cock thrumming instantly. She was squeezing my fingers, desperate for an orgasm to relieve the pressure I knew she was suffering—I was suffering it as well.

  Bending low, I pushed my lips firmly against my thumb, licking around it as it made circles on her twitching clit. Her panting was all I heard, her soaked warmth was all I felt. Ripples moved down my fingers: the only warning I had before she crushed my head with her knees.

  “I’m coming!” she shouted. The words echoed through the sky and grass, they filled my ears, and I felt them low in my belly.

  “Don’t you dare stop watching me,” I hissed.

  Sammy’s lashes had been closing; she snapped them wide, her cheeks pink as she shook with her orgasm. I watched her the whole time, my breathing flaring my ribs so hard that I was rising from the ground in great waves.

  Her juice soaked my face; my cock had never been so painfully rock-hard. “That felt like a good one. Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.” Kneeling on the grass, I pulled my shirt over my head. When I could see again, I caught how she’d been transfixed by the sight of my body in the sun.

  Purposely I flexed my arms and my stomach muscles. She tried to laugh to hide how she’d been ogling me like a piece of meat, but she couldn’t trick me—especially not with how her tits started rising faster with her excited breathing.

  “Take off my jeans,” I said.

  “Yes, Your Majesty.” She lacked the sarcasm that time. Rising up to sit, she fumbled with my belt. It fell away, her eagerness obvious when she didn’t even savor pulling my zipper down.

  The metal teeth parted, my erection shoving through the gap. The front of my tight briefs was wet with my precome. “That’s beautiful,” I whispered.

  Her eyes flicked up to me. “What is?”

  “Looking down on you as you stare hungrily at my cock.”

  Flushing, she reached out to pull my briefs away from my skin. The tip of my dick peeked out, stretching in a thick curve away from my belly with the underwear gone.

  Taking her by the middle, I dropped onto my back, pulling her on top of me. Her naked thighs rested on mine, my length sliding along the outside of her pussy lips.

  “If I keep this up, I’ll come before I even get in you,” I chuckled, but it was raw—strained.

  “Let’s fix that.” Sitting back, Sammy rocked her clit across my road map of veins. Fisting the base of my dick, she lifted herself high, giving me a great view of her soaked inner thighs.

  I groaned so long and low my throat went dry. “Wait. Hold on.” Reluctantly, I grabbed her waist to stop her from sinking onto my cock head. Sweat slid down my forehead from the effort. “I don’t have any condoms with me.” Fuck, why hadn’t I?

  She looked me in the eye. “I’m a grown-ass woman. I take birth control.”

  My relief morphed into puzzlement. “What? Then why did you make me use one the first time we hooked up?”

  “Because I’m also not an idiot. Do you bang strangers without protection?”

  Without waiting for me to respond, she sank herself down on my fat shaft. I threw back my head, groaning with the sensation of her throttling me.

  Inch by inch, she fed my length into her. The lips of her beautiful pussy glided down, dragging along my shaft until she was—with a final whimper—settled onto me completely. I was in her to my root, her thighs quivering where they tensed on either side of my body.

  I was naked, but she still had on her shirt. It drifted down to her hips as she gyrated on top of me. In a way, it was sexier to see her half-hidden like that. It made the naked parts of her even more naked somehow.

  She choked my cock with her desperation, her sudden cry of delight making the horses trot farther away nervously. The beat of her heart swam through to her pussy; I felt it on me, inside of me.

  My climax hovered on the edge of my wavering vision. Was I going to come before she got a second orgasm? No, focus! This was like any other game between us. I’d win; I already had, she’d finished while I ate her out.

  But the reality was that she was driving me to my edge, making me lose myself. I couldn’t handle this fucking woman. I was supposed to be the one who broke people. I was the one who had them chasing me down, begging me for another go.

  I created desperate people.

  How could someone exist who could turn me into that?

  “Kain! Ah—that’s it, I’m . . . !” Her voice broke away, becoming a series of moans and whimpers. She shuddered through to her knees; they vised me harder. I was relieved that she was coming, my ego could lie a little longer to itself about how she was ruling my desires.

  Seconds after she shivered, I lost the last of my strength. Tension built and built, finally exploding through my muscles and seeking the part of me that was deeper than anywhere else.

  “Sammy . . . fuck, I’m going to fill you up. I’m coming, I’m coming and coming, and I’m not going to ever stop!” Warm, thick seed flooded into her pussy. Everything was wet and slippery, my cock twitching with electric fire every single time more of my thick, pearly liquid left me for better pastures.

  The sensation was majestic. In spite of my claim, I eventually stopped coming deep inside of her clenching walls. I watched as she shuddered again, biting her lip and tilting her face to the fading sun. She’d turned parts of the white shirt see-through with her perspiration.

  Her weight held me down, but it was her—her very being—that kept me locked in place. Sammy’s presence glued me to the present. I would have let her sit on me for hours . . . forever . . . if we wouldn’t have starved.

  Or the horses starved.

  Or . . .

  It wasn’t feasible.

  But I still wanted it.

  Wincing, she stepped off of me. I thought her legs gave out, because she sat so quickly onto the grass on her bare ass, it didn’t feel intentional.

  Grabbing my clothes, I redressed with speed. Her panties were a few feet away; I threw them to her, waiting for her to hide her perfect ass away from the world. She remained where she was, wriggling into the garments and tucking her toes into her flats.

  I hopped up, reaching down to help her stand. “Can you walk?”

  “Of course.” She laughed, scrutinizing me like I’d said something insulting. “I’m fine, the fall off the horse wasn’t that bad.”

  “I meant, can you walk after being fucked so hard?”

  Her grin was sly. Gripping my hand, she let me tug her onto her feet. “You’re really full of yourself.”

  Pulling her close to me, I scraped my nose just across the outer edge of her ear. “The same could be said about you five minutes ago.”

  Her waver of pleasure came and went. She pushed her lips together, disengaging and putting a foot between us. “Every counter I have, you’ll just turn it into something dirtier.”

  “Is that so bad?” Reaching for Knight, I said, “Let’s get out of here.”

  Poised where she was, just inches from the flattened grass we’d lost ourselves in, Sammy scanned the black horse as if he was a loaded rifle. “You’re taking me back to the mansion?” She didn’t try to hide her disappointment.

  I motioned Rosel closer. The horse trotted my way, her agitation vanishing with a few nose rubs. “Yes. But only so we can get my bike. I’d rather take you out of here on something other than horseback. It’ll be easier on your bruised ass.”

  Her shocked delight was almost as good as making her writhe with pleasure.

  Almost.

  Helping her onto Rosel, I slid my palm down the outside of her thigh. The way she jerked was a reminder of the contagious heat between us. “You’re
really going to help me?” she asked.

  “Is it that shocking?”

  Sammy looked over my head and toward the mansion in the distance. “I assumed your father had a hold over you. He wants me to stay on lockdown here.”

  Her observation made me flinch. I loathed the idea of anyone thinking I was under someone’s thumb, especially my father’s. “Let him get pissed. It’s only a little ride.”

  I’d always look back on that moment—the way her green eyes bloomed with the first flicker of her appreciation for me. Sammy never looked more beautiful than when she was seeing the good inside of people . . .

  The good inside of a rash idiot like me.

  It was a powerful, wonderful memory.

  One of my favorites.

  I couldn’t have guessed that I’d need it to survive the guilt brought on by the consequences of my arrogant actions.

  - CHAPTER FIFTEEN -

  KAIN

  It wasn’t hard to leave the estate.

  But it was hard not to be seen.

  As we pulled out of the driveway, I was sure someone would notice us. It didn’t matter now, though; that was a problem for Future Kain. Present Kain was happily flying down the road with a cute girl clinging to his body, enjoying the afterglow of the rough sex he’d gotten to indulge in.

  Hurrah for Present Kain.

  Sammy had been delighted by my offer. I was dumb for making it, but I couldn’t take it back, not now. Seeing her so depressed and knowing I could relieve even some of that pain . . . I couldn’t have done anything else but help.

  When I squeezed my motorcycle’s handlebars, I imagined the glittery heels that had recently been dangling there. When I’d arrived home after visiting the Dirty Dolls yesterday, I’d taken them inside with the clear plan of handing them back to Fran. What use did I have for pre-worn wedding shoes?

  Instead, I’d passed by her room and tucked the glittery heels away in mine.

  Somehow, I couldn’t give them up.

  Maybe I need to see a therapist, I mused to myself. Isn’t this how freaky shrines with locks of hair get built? I’d figure out what to do with the damn things later. After all, I’d found my Cinderella; she was clinging onto my muscled torso with all her might.

  The apartment complex was an easy drive. Last night, I’d parked out of view so no one would report a suspicious man hanging around, peeping on the elderly. With Sammy here, I drove into a wide-open spot and cut the engine.

  She climbed down quickly, straight-up running over the asphalt and jumping the steps to one of the doors on the motel-like building. I caught up to her just in time to hear her knocking rapidly. “Mom?” Sammy asked, testing the knob—she had no keys, but the door swung inward with ease. “Hey! Mom! Are you okay? Mom!”

  I’d only peeked into the windows last night—just to make sure the woman was in bed and alive. Seeing the place in the full light of a few tea-leaf-brown lamps, I wondered where I was supposed to sit. Everything was cramped and covered with papers or books.

  An older woman with hair far longer than Sammy’s leaned into the main room. Small glasses were balanced on her nose. “You’re the one who’s late, give me a moment, I was just going through my planner—oh!” she squeaked, looking me up and down. “And who’s this sexy beast!”

  Sammy went from relieved to uncomfortable, all in a single second. “Mom, no—Mom.”

  Grinning madly, I made an exaggerated point of taking the older woman’s hand and kissing the back of it with a deep bow. “Kain Badd, at your service.”

  When I stood back up, she was staring at me like she’d seen a ghost. I barely had a chance to process what I’d done wrong before that look was gone, replaced by a sweet and firm smile. “Nice to meet you. I’m Jean, but you can call me Mom.”

  “Jean is more fitting,” I said politely. “You don’t look like any moms I know.” Inside, I was consumed with wonder over what had turned her skin so pale—well, paler, anyway. The woman didn’t look exactly healthy.

  Wincing, she eased onto the couch. “This is why I didn’t see you this morning, hm? New boyfriend? The one you said wasn’t going to work out?”

  Sammy’s jaw kept going lower. “Mom—”

  “It’s fine, it’s fine!” She waved her hand by her cheek. “The guy is living man candy. I know you always had a sweet tooth.”

  Okay. I adored this woman.

  “No reason to lie,” I said, scooping an arm around Sammy’s waist. “Jean is right. Sorry for stealing your daughter away.”

  Sammy was the brightest shade of crimson. Glancing at me, she said through her teeth, “I’ll try not to make a habit of being late again. Maybe Kain can help me with that.”

  Her meaning was obvious. She wants me to break her out of the estate again. Right then, I might have promised to do it for her. I was sure my father would be upset, but Sammy and her mother . . . I could feel the love between them.

  How could I choose to step between that?

  Jean sat there with her head in her hands. “This is nice. So nice.” She eyeballed me, saying sweetly, “So you met the other day, hm? How long until I get some of those grandbabies I’ve been wishing for?”

  “Mom!”

  The rest of the visit went like that; Sammy enduring her mother’s jokes and me encouraging them with all my energy. As much as she blustered, Sammy was obviously having a great time.

  I gave the older woman a hug good night—noting how she blatantly squeezed my ass. “So that’s where your daughter gets it,” I mumbled.

  She just winked and cackled, shutting the door after a quick cheek kiss for Sammy.

  Following Sammy down to the parking lot, I chuckled softly. “She’s nice.” When I looked up the stairs at the complex, I said, “I guess your dad wasn’t the only one to teach you good manners.”

  “She’s nicer now. Before she got sick, and before Dad passed, she was a little harder to deal with. She hated me going off to New York—she’d never say it to my face, but it was obvious when she never came to visit.”

  “People change.” Though not always for the better. Thinking about Costello and Francesca brought a stab of sadness.

  Climbing onto the motorcycle, Sammy lifted her helmet but hesitated before putting it on. “You know, it’d be a shame to go straight back.”

  Blinking, I made a face. “Oh, yeah?”

  The edges of her mouth curled up. “Definitely. There’s this ice cream place right around the corner. Really delicious, but they’re only open on Thursdays, and . . . well, who knows when we’ll be back here.”

  Starting the bike, I climbed on. “If you want ice cream, just ask nicely.”

  Her arms came around, linking on my belt and hugging me against her. Tenderness flowed through the heat of her body. Over the rumble of the engine, she whispered into my ear. Each breath made my heart thump quicker. “Can we please get ice cream?”

  The urge to bend her over the seat and take her right here was overwhelming. My mind was whirling with the image of those whispering lips curling around the tip of my rock-hard cock.

  Did she know how sexy she was?

  Reaching down, I grabbed her right hand. Sammy squeezed back, a romantic gesture. That was nice. You know what was nicer? When I slid her palm down, making her feel my dick as it strained to escape my jeans.

  “Holy shit,” she gasped into my ear.

  A sharp tingle rolled up my spine. Her honest exclamation was plain erotic. It also wasn’t doing much for making me want to take her to get ice cream. We’ll have time for more fun later. She’d be living with me for who knew how long.

  I had a hunch we’d be taking advantage of that.

  Fighting down my animal urge to rail her with my cock, I revved my motorcycle. “Put your helmet on,” I said, the headlights setting the lot on fire. “There’s only one cure for a massive hard-on.”

  “What’s that?” she asked, teasing at my zipper like a damn succubus.

  When I slammed the gas, propelling us f
orward, I clamped my hand on her arm to make sure she didn’t fly off the bike. “Driving like a madman!” I shouted, the mechanical roar starting to blur my voice. “Fear of death is pretty good at making you focus on something beyond sex!”

  “Ice cream isn’t worth splattering on the road!” she laugh-screamed.

  “Sorry,” I shouted back. “I can’t hear you when I ride like this!”

  “What?” she cried.

  Grinning, I raced into the encroaching night. I wasn’t entirely lying to Sammy, but she seemed to believe me, because she stopped talking and instead just pointed to guide me to the ice cream shop.

  It was quaint and small, mostly empty as well. Parking the bike, I pulled my helmet off. Next, I twisted and watched as she tugged hers away. Sammy stared at me with pink cheeks and glittering eyes, yet the centers were the sort of stillness you found on a lake just before a fish jumped to break the serenity.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked urgently.

  She shook her head in a slow rhythm. “Nothing. I just haven’t been here in a . . . really long time.”

  Her meaning was too grim for my liking. Lifting her off of the bike, I ignored her startled shout. It took some manhandling, but I managed to get her onto me, piggyback-style. “What are you doing? Kain!” she blurted, laughing in embarrassment at the attention we were drawing.

  Stepping up to the outside window, I coughed politely. I didn’t need to, of course; the attendant was giving us both all of her attention. “Hi there,” I said, wincing as Sammy tugged at my hair and groaned. “I’ll take a rocky road cone and—what do you want, princess?”

  Covering her face, Sammy groaned some more.

  “Come on,” I said, smirking so all my teeth showed. “Tell the nice lady.”

  Sammy mumbled, “Abaniwacphone.”

  “Say again?” I chuckled.

  “A vanilla cone!”

  “There,” I said, nodding at the wide-eyed woman taking our order. “That’s all.”

  The attendant darted her eyes between us. “Um. Okay. That’ll be ten fifty.”