My Royal Temptation / Ruined. Riley Pine

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      So my prim-and-proper ice queen likes to talk dirty. Blood sings through my veins, a pounding chorus, as I thicken in an instant. “Good thing X took a drive.”

      She stills. “He’s gone?”

      “I heard him leave while we walked toward the bridge.”

      She frowns. “He knew you’d seduce me?”

      I shrug. “Maybe he wanted a croissant?”

      She slides away. My body aches at the gap, and for a moment, I falter. Who is really in control here?

      “You seduce many women, don’t you, Sire?”

      No point lying. “Nikolai,” I remind her, my voice firm. I want my name dripping off her lips in a torrent of pleasure. “Call me by my name.” Might as well admit there is more to wanting to hear her say it than a simple, sexual ego booster. Every cell in my being craves her closer, wanting to rub against her and smooth away my ragged edges, to see if she is the one who possesses whatever the fuck I need to be made whole.

      Good God. I’m pussy drunk.

      “You seduce many women, don’t you, Nikolai?” She bites her bottom lip, and my cock strains against my jeans, but I force my voice to remain steady.

      “Yes,” I say simply. I’m Mr. Right Now. Not Mr. Right.

      “A bad boy.”

      I crook my lips into an arrogant smile, the mask that she expects her future ruler to wear. I have a rakehell reputation to uphold. “That seems to be the general opinion.”

      She shakes her head. “Why not give in?” she murmurs, more to herself than me. “Live dangerously for once in my life.” She refocuses her gaze on me. “We can do whatever it is we are about to do and still remain professional.”

      My brows rise. “Your mouth sheathing my cock is professional?” I swallow hard, and she notices, grinning, no doubt, at the effect she has on me.

      She narrows her gaze as if to size me up. “Yes. Once I know what you like, I’ll be that much better positioned to find it for you.”

      “I can think of many positions I’d like to find you in.”

      She purses her lips. Then a flicker of uncertainty passes over her face. “Tell me how you like it.”

      “Pardon?” My own eyes widen. “How I like getting sucked off?” She wants a lesson?

      “Yes, tell me in thorough detail. If you teach me well, perhaps you’ll get a handsome reward.” She palms me over the wet denim of my jeans. “I’m a quick study and also quite good at taking direction.”

      I decide right then and there that despite what she’s been hired to do—and how much I detest the thought of finding a bride—I love being around this most surprising woman.

      Wait...love? The word doesn’t belong anywhere in my vocabulary. This is no good. My heart better go sit its ass in a corner. I clear my throat. “You want to know how to suck a dick? Very well. First, the woman in question needs to crave it. I want her to approach my cock like it’s a chocolate fucking fudge sundae and she hasn’t eaten in a week.”

      Her lids flutter. “Go on.”

      Shit. I can talk dirty in five languages, but I’ve never given an explicit lesson in the art of performing a blow job. And believe me—it is a goddamn art. “I need some encouragement,” I tell her, my voice growing hoarse with need. “A little inspiration.”

      She arches a brow. “And how can I do that?”

      I pretend to think it over. “Are you wearing a matching set?”

      She nods with a shy smile. “I do own the bra to match my pink lace panties,” she says, then licks her lips. “But I didn’t wear it today.”

      My throat thickens. And if it’s at all possible, my cock grows even harder, and I want nothing more than for her to rip my jeans from my legs. Mission accomplished, Miss Winter. The image of what lies beneath her drenched clothing will inspire me for days and nights to come.

      What can I say? Kate Winter is my fucking muse. Literally.

      “Shall we continue with the lesson?” I ask.

      “Please,” she says. “It’s been a while since—well, I think I mentioned yesterday that it’s been a while. Period.”

      I bury the surge of jealousy at the thought of her mouth on any other man and decide to give her exactly what she’s asking for—so that she may give it to me.

      “Outside of a sixty-nine, I prefer to stand,” I tell her, already imagining her kneeling before me. “Gives me good control and a great view. Hands are important. Use them. I love a mouth on me, but touch is a must. Stroke my shaft. Massage my sac. Gradually increase the tempo. That’s when I’ll need some tongue on the tip, swirling and sucking like I’m your favorite flavor of Popsicle.”

      She rolls her eyes. “Cool it with the food references. You’re making me hungry.” Her tone is teasing, but I can tell from the way her pupils dilate that she is soaked.

      “Never use your teeth. Simply lick and swirl until you’re ready.”

      “For what?” She sounds drugged.

      “To take me as deep as you can go. A gentleman never crams his cock into a lady’s throat. He waits, patiently, but what he wants is for her to suck him down. And all the while, hold eye contact. Trust me on this. A guy loves it when you take it all and let him see how much you love every inch.”

      She runs a hand over her hair. “And for the end?”

      “Swallow,” I say bluntly and shrug. She asked, so I might as well give her the truth.

      “I’ve never done that,” she whispers. “I’ve always been too intimidated.”

      “Well, you don’t have to,” I tell her quickly. Again it comes, that inexplicable need to make her feel safe. “It’s just...you asked what’s the best. That is the best, Pet. Nothing like it.”

      She stays quiet for a long moment. Long enough that I start to wonder if I’ve pissed her off—or even worse, scared her from even wanting to try.

      “Stand, Sire,” she finally says, and I obey without question. She stands too, stepping forward to close the narrow distance between us, all the while keeping her gaze locked to my face.

      Then she sinks to her goddamn knees.

      “I’ve never mixed business and pleasure.” She reaches to undo my fly. “But this is my most important job yet, so perhaps I should ensure you get the royal treatment.”

      My hands fist in her hair, and I know from the determined look in her eyes that I’m about to be destroyed.

      Kate

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