Twisted-Games

“That wasn’t a request.”
My nipples hardened into aching points at his authoritative tone, and I
folded my arms over my chest to hide them. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Come. Here.” His voice dropped to a dangerously soft decibel. “Before I
bend you over my lap and spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for
days.”
My core clenched at the mental image, and I almost refused so he could
do exactly that. But after hours of teasing, I couldn’t wait anymore, and I
walked forward on shaky legs until I stood in front of him.
“There. That wasn’t so hard.” Rhys grabbed the back of my neck and
pulled me toward him. “Remember. In public, you’re my princess, but in
private, you’re my whore.” His other hand reached down and pinched my
swollen clit until I squealed, and the beginning tremors of an orgasm rocked
through me. “You’ll do what I say, when I say it, and you’ll take my cock
however I want. Won’t you?”
Oh God. Another rush of moisture flooded between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathed.
The word hadn’t fully left my mouth before he swallowed it with a hard,
knee-buckling kiss, and any vestiges of resistance crumbled.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, reveling in the taste and feel of him.
We’d been insatiable since the night in the gazebo, and I still couldn’t get
enough.
The sneaking around, the late-night trysts and loaded glances in rooms
full of people…it could all crash down around us at any second. But for once
in my life, I didn’t care.
I’d never felt more alive.
“How was your day, sweetheart?” Rhys breathed against my lips, his tone
gentling from moments ago.
“Good. Frustrating,” I said pointedly before I, too, softened my voice. “I
missed you.”
I hadn’t seen him since breakfast.
His eyes crinkled into a beautiful smile, and my heart soared so high I
thought I might float off the ground.
If I could have any three things in the world, it would be world peace, my
parents back, and Rhys’s smiles forever.
“I missed you too.” He gave me a softer, lingering kiss before he slid his
hand up my inner thigh again and a low groan escaped his throat. “You are