The Triple Crown Club: Complete Series

by Madison Faye

  She moved to crush her lips to mine, but I stopped her, my fist holding her back by the hair. Claire whimpered, her face caving in pleasure and the moan choking from her lips as I denied her the kiss she’d gone for.

  “Ask nicely first, princess,” I said quietly.

  “Please, sir,” she gasped, whimpering again as I slowed my hand to a teasing pace.

  “Please what.”

  She moaned.

  “Please what, angel.”

  “Please let me come, sir!”

  Music to my ears.

  I yanked her mouth to mine, my growls swirling with her moans of pleasure and our tongues dueling and she trembled against me.

  “On your knees,” I growled as I pulled away, my blood roaring like diesel through my veins. I moved out of my seat throwing my jacket away and freeing my cock and my heavy, cum-filled balls from my pants. Claire moaned eagerly, bending over on the lush leather seat of the Bentley limo. Her dress tumbled down around her middle, her ass high in the air. And when my eyes locked on her sweet little pink pussy nestled so wetly between her creamy thighs, I growled like a wild beast.

  I stroked my cock slowly, thick precum dripping from my head and making my shaft slick as I stroked. I wanted to slide every inch inside that tight, perfect cunt, and fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. But first, I needed to taste her. First, I wanted more of what I’d only given myself a tease of back in the bar.

  Claire cried out as my mouth moved against her, my tongue pushing deep into her hot little pussy. I groaned into her, my hands gripping her tight little ass firmly as I started to fuck her slowly with my tongue. She quivered and cried out, clawing at the back of the seat and moaning wildly as I dragged my tongue up and down her slit. My lips wrapped around her clit, sucking and swirling at it with my tongue as my fingers dug into her skin.

  My cock ached for release, and I reached down with one hand to slowly stroke it as I licked her heavenly little pussy and made her scream in pleasure. Precum coated my swollen head, my hand sliding easily up and down the slick shaft as Claire’s juices ran down my chin. I tongued her clit faster, my other hand gripping her ass tightly as my rumbling groans trembled through her. Her cries filled the back of the limo, melting into my ears and making me harder than I’d ever been as my lips and my tongue and my hands drove her closer and closer to her release.

  My lips fastened around her clit, and when my tongue began to swirl around and around and around the little bud, I knew she was done for.

  Claire cried out, her whole body spasming and shaking as I demanded the orgasm from her small body. I groaned into her, pumping my cock as I tongued her right through her climax, until she was whimpering and shaking, and panting for breath.

  Slowly, I stood, and moved behind her. My aching, throbbing, trembling cock pulsed in my hand, and when I pushed the thick, swollen head against her lips, she gasped.

  “Oh, God…”

  She whimpered and pushed back, glancing over her shoulder at me with this look that was somehow both innocent and full of lust — eager and scared, all at the same time.

  “You’ve done this before, haven’t you, angel?” I purred, concern crossing my face.

  She blushed, nodding quietly. “But only a few times.”

  “Only a few times,” I mused, my muscles tensing as I slid my cock head up and down her dripping wet slit. I groaned, feeling the feathery soft kisses of those slick, velvety pussy lips teasing my throbbing cock.

  “But I’m guessing you’ve never been this wet before.”

  She whimpered, her mouth hanging open as she looked at me with glazed lust on her face.

  “No,” she whispered. “No sir.”

  I groaned, easing my cock against her tempting little pussy and starting to push inside. Her breath caught, and eyes went wide as she moaned.

  “And I’m guessing there’s never been a man with a cock like this, has there?”

  “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, trembling as I started to push inside a little more. I grunted, feeling her impossibly tight walls started to stretch around me, clinging to my throbbing head as if trying to suck me inside.

  Claire shook her head again.

  “No!” she moaned deeply, her back arching as I pushed another inch inside.

  “Good,” I groaned. “Because this is the only cock you’ll ever know now. This,” I pushed another inch inside, and Claire cried out, her body shivering in pleasure. “This pussy is mine now, do you understand?”

  “Yes sir!” she moaned wildly, trying to push back onto me. But I held her firmly by the hips, pinning her in place.

  “You want me to fuck you like you’ve been dying be fucked, don’t you? You want me to fuck this tight little cunt like it’s mine to claim, and make you come like none of the boys back there could ever even fucking imagine making you come.”

  “Please, sir!” she cooed, arching her back and milking my cock head with her tight little cunt.

  The car came to a stop, and I grinned.

  My timing was perfect.

  I slipped out of her, and Claire moaned in protest, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she whirled to look at me with lust-filled eyes.

  “Why—”

  “Because we’re here, angel,” I growled.

  “Here?”

  “My home,” I said quietly. I pulled her up, turning her around and pulling her dress down over her body, regretting every inch of skin I was covering. But no eyes but mine would see her like that, and I had staff. I pulled a soft, velvety shawl from one of the backwards facing seats and pulled it around her shoulders, covering her as the engine shut off.

  “My home, which is now your home.”

  Her eyes went wide.

  “Because, princess,” I groaned, leaning in and letting my lips brush against hers. “Because you belong to me now. And now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”

  I pulled my jacket on, tucked my cock back into my pants, and straightened. I opened the door and stepped out, reaching back in for her hand and helping her out. Her jaw dropped as she glanced up at the palace that was my home — the huge, ornate, centuries old castle that’d been given to me by an especially trouble-prone prince trying to buy his way back into the club after a suspension.

  “Come,” I said quietly, my arm curling around her as I pulled her towards the front steps. I nodded to my chauffeur, and to my guards, before breezing past them with my new prize. They were wise enough to keep their eyes ahead.

  “And what happens now?” she breathed, turning to look at me with that same hooded, lusty look from earlier.

  “What happens now is I take you to my chambers, tear your dress off, spread you across my bed, and make you mine.”

  4

  Claire

  It was when the door to the palace shut behind us with a heavy thud that suddenly, I trembled.

  What the fuck was I doing?

  I didn’t really know why I’d gone out that night — maybe I had been looking for something wild, something different. But I’d never expected him. I’d never expected a man to just blow into me like that like a storm. A man so dominant, and dark, and possessively captivating that it was impossible to say anything but “yes sir” to him. A man so undeniable, and beautiful in that haunting way. I hadn’t gone out that night looking for Xander, but that’s who I’d found.

  Or maybe, it was him who’d found me.

  But either way, this was moving so freaking fast my head was spinning. One minute I’d been in the middle of a boring conversation with boring, douchey prince. The next, the leader of the most exclusive, erotic, and near-mythical club in the world was pinning me to the wall and kissing me like I’d never even imagined being kissed. And touching me, and telling me to take my panties off, and putting his hands between my legs and making me come so hard. It felt like a whirlwind, where I wasn’t even sure how I’d wound up with my lips around his thick cock in the back of a silver and black Bentley limousine, or with his mouth on my
pussy, or with that same big thick cock teasing me until I was almost begging him to fuck me.

  And suddenly, there in the front foyer to his palace-like home, with the double sweeping curved staircases leading upstairs, I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing there.

  “Maybe I…”

  I trailed off as he moved behind me, his very presence sending tingles through me. His hands pulled the shawl from my shoulders.

  “Maybe you what, princess?” he purred into my ear, making me gasp quietly.

  “Maybe I should…” I swallowed, taking a shaky breath. “Maybe I should go.”

  There was silence, and slowly, I turned to face him.

  Big mistake.

  His fierce gaze burned into me, shattering any possible thoughts I had of walking back out that door.

  “Should you?”

  I chewed on my bottom lip, shifting on my heeled feet.

  “Come.”

  His hand slid into mine, and suddenly, we were heading up one of the curved staircases.

  “I really, I mean, I’m not sure if I—”

  “If you should what, princess?” he growled, whirling and spinning me into him. I gasped as I crashed into his chest, my hands flat against him as I looked up into those beautiful gray-flecked eyes.

  “If you should stay? And what puts that question into your head now that we’ve arrived here?”

  I swallowed thickly, still biting my lip. “Maybe it’s that I don’t really know you.”

  “I don’t really know you, and yet I’ve brought you to my home.”

  “You knew my name.”

  His lips pulled back into a hungry smile. “I did.” His hands slid around me, making me gasp quietly. “Perhaps I’ve planned this whole thing, all to lure you here in order to do terrible things to you.”

  He leaned in and kissed me slowly, and suddenly, the spark from before came rushing back. Instantly, the fires roared inside of me, and my body melted against him. Instantly, the slick heat bloomed between my legs.

  “Come,” he growled, his hands sliding down to cup my ass as his lips brushed across my neck. “Have a drink.”

  He turned and pulled me into what appeared to be a study. Dark wood shelves full of books lined the walls, with rich leather furniture. The place was so distinctly masculine — so distinctly him, even if I barely knew him. He strode to a bar and poured himself something brown and something clear for me. He brought the glasses over and pressed mine into my hand.

  “Tequila.”

  My brow shot up. “How did you know I drink tequila?”

  “As I said, maybe I plotted this whole thing.”

  I swallowed thickly, but he grinned.

  “Or maybe I saw that’s what you were drinking back at the bar.”

  I blushed, feeling like this scaredy-cat weirdo. But Xander didn’t seem to be put off by it, he merely clinked glasses with me and brought his own to his lips. I sipped mine, feeling the glow from the orgasm he’d sent blazing through me back in the limo come rushing back. I sipped again, feeling the heat of the tequila mix with that glowy feeling, making my head swim a little as the need for more of what he’d done to me came tingling through me. I scanned his walls, taking in all the books, and ancient artifacts. My eyes skimmed to a collection of framed photos on the wall, and I moved towards them, sipping my drink.

  I felt Xander move behind me, and I shivered as I felt his hands slide over my hips.

  “Oh, that’s you.”

  I nodded my chin at a picture of him, standing looking dark and regal in a dark black suit standing beside King Lucian, of Avlion.

  “Indeed it is, he murmured, his hand pushing my hair away from my neck as his lips teased the skin there.

  “A member of the club?”

  He chuckled darkly. “You know I can’t tell you that.”

  I nodded, quickly taking a sip.

  “But not,” he purred. “Far too devoted to his queen to have ever indulged in a place like my club.”

  “And do you?”

  The words left my lips before I could even stop them, and I froze, very much wishing I could take them back.

  “No.”

  The response was immediate, the word teasing over the back of my neck as his hands slid down my body.

  “No, Claire. Not my taste.”

  I bit my lip, grinning in spite of myself. “Too devoted to your queen?” I teased.

  “Perhaps,” he growled. “Perhaps too devoted to making sure she knows she will be my queen.”

  I gasped as his lips found my neck, teasing across my skin and making me melt for him. His hands tugged at the straps of my dress, slowly pulling them down my shoulders until he suddenly let the whole shimmery black garment drop to my feet. I moaned quietly, standing there completely naked for him but for my heels as his hands slid to my bare hips. I could feel his hard body pressing into me, his thick cock throbbing against my ass as he groaned into my neck.

  My eyes slid across the pictures — all of Xander with various kings and queens, when suddenly, I stopped with a start.

  “You…” My mouth went dry. “You know my father?”

  “Perhaps.”

  I wanted to ask him more, but when his lips teased over the hollow of my neck again, I lost all ability to speak. His hands slid to my arms, and he started to pull one and then the other behind my back. I whimpered, leaning into him and moaning as he kissed my neck, when suddenly, I felt something slip around my wrist.

  “What is tha—”

  The fabric, or rope, or whatever it was looped around my other wrist, and when he pulled tight, I gasped as my hands clasped together behind my back.

  “Xander—”

  “Sir,” he growled into my ear. Something soft and velvet slipped around my neck, and I gasped as he tightened it — not tight, but I could feel the soft fabric circling my skin, almost like—

  “A collar,” he purred into my ear, making me shiver as he seemed to read my thoughts. “A collar for my pet,” he whispered darkly, his teeth raking my earlobe and making me whimper.

  “What is this?”

  “This is me taking what’s mine,” he growled. I gasped as the ties on my wrists tightened, his hands growing firmer on me. “You asked how I knew your father.”

  I swallowed, my cheeks flushing.

  “Were you aware of his prolonged legal battle? With a certain Crown Holdings company?”

  My brows knit together. Actually, I was. My father and I weren’t exactly close, but I knew all about the obsessive fight he’d had with some financial company years before. He’d spent years trying to bury them by any means necessary, though I never knew why. In the end, I think he lost, or at least, the whole thing had gone away.

  What did Xander know about it?

  “Why are you telling me this?”

  “Because, princess,” he growled into my ear. “Because I am Crown Holdings.”

  Something shivered through me. My eyes went wide, and I started to turn, when I gasped as his hands tightened on me, holding me firm. My pulse roared in my ears as the gravity of it all hit me.

  “As I said, princess,” he groaned darkly into my ear as his arms closed around me. “You’re mine now.”

  “Hang on! I am not my father, and I had nothing to do with whatever your—”

  “And yet tonight, you have everything to do with it, angel,” he purred into my ear. “And tonight, I’m taking what’s owed to me.”

  I cried out as his hand slid up my sides, teasing over every rib as the ties around my wrists tightened and his rock-hard body pressed into mine.

  “Tonight, I’m taking all of you.”

  I gasped as he lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulder, heedless of my squirming as he marched out of the room. He strode down the elegant hallway, and when he pushed open a door and walked through, my heart jumped into my throat.

  We were in a bedroom. A large, opulent, luxurious bedroom, with a huge four post bed dominating the center of it.

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nbsp; Part of me knew I should scream. But then, that other part of me sizzled to the surface. The same part of me he drew out in the bar. The dark, hidden part of me that’d wanted him to take whatever he wanted.

  That part me was back. And when he lifted me up and laid me down across his huge bed on my knees with my face down and ass up in the air, it came rushing out. And very quickly, I realized one thing:

  I wanted him to take everything.

  5

  Xander

  Beautiful, submissive, tied up, prone across my bed, and all mine.

  My blood ran hot as I tossed my jacket away, unbuttoning my shirt as I moved onto the bed. I crawled over her, feeling her gasp and strain a little at the silk ties binding her wrists. My lips worked down her back, kissing every inch of her, letting my hands trail after as she writhed under me. I moved my lips lower, trailing down over the small of her back, down over the soft curve of her ass until my tongue teased over the smooth back of her thigh.

  I groaned, my eyes centering on her pink, slick, eager little pussy nestled between her legs. My hands slid to her ass, spreading her wide and hearing her moan as I leaned in. My tongue dragged over her lips, making her cry out as it slipped up and down her slit. I groaned as I pushed it deeper, parting her dripping wet lips as my tongue pushed into her opening. I swirled it around, teasing and tasting every inch of her and drinking her honey as I growled into her. I dragged my tongue higher, sliding it over her tight, forbidden asshole and making her gasp sharply as I swirled it around the little ring.

  Claire cried out, arching her back and straining against her binds, moaning into the sheets.

  This is how I wanted her — tied up, moaning, aching for more. Sweet submission. Perfection. An angel. I dwelled for a moment on her being the the queen I’d been looking for. My tongue slid back to her opening, pushing inside and teasing her as she writhed for me.

  “Oh fuck…” she moaned, twisting under me.

  I growled, and suddenly, my hand swung back and then down onto her tight little upturned ass with a sharp smack. Claire cried out, her skin prickling with goosebumps and her thighs squeezing together.