ROYAL BRIDE (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) Read Free

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    “Fine.” As an agreement it was lacking, but he could see the torment in her eyes. She wanted her way but wanted what he was offering her at the same time.
    “Get on the bed for me.” He released her and stripped out of his suit. He didn’t miss the way her eyes never left him as each piece of clothing exposed more of his body. Spending several hours a day working out and training didn’t go unnoticed by the previous women he’d taken to his bed, but her appreciative glances meant more to him than the others. Which made no sense to him at all.
    He climbed on the bed. Spreading her legs with his hands, he watched her expression. Her lips were parted, her tongue pinched between her teeth. Stretching out on top of her, he pressed his lips to hers again, running his tongue over her lower lip before nipping it softly. “You taste so good,” he murmured against her lips. “But I have a taste for something else. Be a good girl for me and lay still.”
    She gave him a puzzled look as he slithered down her body until he rested on his elbows, his mouth hovering over her wet folds. He inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of her arousal. Wrapping his hand around her right knee, he brought her thigh to his mouth and trailed soft kisses down her leg until he ended where he had begun.
    Using his thumbs, he spread her lips apart, exposing her swollen clit. Her sharp intake of breath suggested to him that the cool air increased her sensitivity. Leaning forward, he pressed his mouth against her pussy, licking it before he flicked her clit.
    “Aaah, Antonio.” Her hands flew into his hair, gripping him and holding him to her sex as she arched up and tried to rub against his mouth.
    He pried her hands off him and put them on her legs. “Hold your legs open for me, but do not move your hips again. If you do, I will stop and just take you. Do you understand?”
    “If I don’t do what you say, you’ll just have sex with me and not let me have any fun?” Her eyes widened. “I won’t let you.”
    “You’re my wife now, Isabella. You won’t allow or not allow me to do anything.” He held her gaze, hoping she would not back down too easily or too far.
    She responded with silence and looked away from him. He took her answer as a positive one. Isabella moaned loudly when he gave her several long, firm licks, tasting her and feeling with his fingers where he was about to put his cock. She did her best to hold still for him, but when he thrust a third finger into her heated passage while sucking on her clit, she lifted her hips again, wiggling and groaning. He smiled against her pussy, delighted with her free spirit.
    “Oh. Oh. I have to come. Please… harder, Antonio. Please.” She begged him in much the same way a starving person begs for food.
    “Come for me, Isabella, come for me now.” He thrust harder into her and licked with more force at the swollen clit.
    She screamed into the room when her orgasm hit her. He could feel her body clench around his fingers, could hear every syllable of the words she yelled into the air. She had quite a foul mouth when she was orgasming, but he wouldn’t deny her the outlet during her release. When her thighs stopped trembling and her hands unclenched from the bed, he slowed his tongue and removed his fingers from her gently.
    Isabella’s face was flushed and her lips more swollen from biting when he moved to cover her body again. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed to wait as long as he had, but any resolve he still had disappeared when she smiled up at him. He held himself up on his arms, staring down at her and wondering why he could ever consider her an unruly brat while she looked up at him with such wide-eyed innocence.
    “More,” she whispered and gripped his hips, trying to lower him to her body.
    He laughed. “Greedy girl.” He pushed the tip of his dick to her entrance, rubbing it up and down her folds to gather her juices. In one fast push, he entered her to his