Royally Bad (Royally Wrong Book 1)

I thrash, try to stomp on his foot and he only lifts me, carries me easily to shallow water. I pant. My bikini top is about to fall off. I tell him this and his deep, vibrating chuckle almost makes me cum.
He holds my hands crossed in front of me. Bends me over a bit. His weapon is poking between my legs.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
His cock slides along the seam of my pussy, and the bikini does nothing to protect me. Little sparks of pleasure fly through me.
“Please,” I whisper instead.
“You’re going to beg a lot tonight,” he promises, and runs his tongue along my ear.
He lets me go, but things have changed, we circle each other like the moon and sun, unable to resist the gravitational pull.
Drops of water bead on his tattooed shoulders. I want to lick them off. Instead I run my hand along the bunched muscle.
He scoops me up in his arms again. I run a thumb along his perfect lips, feel his cock press into my belly.
“Everyone has secrets,” I whisper. “Everyone has a dark side. But not you. You wear your sins on your sleeve. Your secret, your dark side is that you’re a good guy. What’s it like to live like that? Completely honest?”
“V,” he whispers. But I never learn what he wanted to say because when I tilt my face to his, he kisses me.
Theo knows what to do with his lips and tongue. I’m lost in him.
He carries me out of the pool, past the table, into the hall where he sets me down long enough to grab a white towel and wrap it around me.
My arms are threaded around his neck and I don’t let go.
“Theo—”
“Bed. Now.” He lifts me again, starting back to the penthouse.
We make it as far as the hall.
My skin is cold from the water, and I need to rub myself against him. His body warms me, igniting me. I kiss him fiercely, cupping his face to hold him still.
He lifts me and presses me to the wall.
My pussy throbbing like a second heartbeat, beating with a rhythm that belongs to him. Only him.
His fingers find my folds and slide up and down, spreading my wetness over my slit.
“Condom,” I gasp, before I lose my mind completely.
He nods absently sets me down and drops to his knees.
His mouth covers my labia, warm and shocking. His lips and tongue repeat their clever activity. Apparently kissing my mouth was just practice. Mouth sealed to my pussy, he makes out with me like he means it. His hands prop up my bottom, and as his tongue enters me my shoulders practically crawl up the wall.
“Oh God,” I’m moaning, my head flung back. “Oh God.”
Theo tongue fucks me to orgasm as I’m plastered to the wall, holding onto his dark hair for dear life.
When he lets me down, I start to slide all the way to the floor. Instead he catches me in his arms and heads for the elevator. It’s all fun and games and intense making out until the doors open with a ping and I realize we’re almost at his penthouse.
I duck my head against his chest. “The security guards. Fuck. I can’t have Evans see me like this.”
“Relax, baby. I cleared the top floor. No one’s up here,” he confirms my guess. He opens the door one handed and carries me in. “I want to take you in every hallway, on every surface, in every room of this place. I’ve been dying to get inside you since you turned up in the ridiculous suit, and then cat walked to the pool in a bikini and put me in my place.”
I laugh, giddy.
“You’re a bad girl, Vesper. Tempting me. Teasing me.”
He sets me down. “Get on the bed.”
I lean over it, shake my bikini clad ass in his direction.
He smacks it, hard.
“Up.”
I crawl onto it on all fours, waving my ass in the air. “Like this?”
“Yes. Now stay like that.” He peels the wet fabric of my bikini down and seals his mouth between my bottom cheeks. I squeal as he rims me. Too hot. Too dirty. Too much.
“Feel good?” he asks.
“No,” I protest, and he proves me wrong when he does it again, stroking my wet folds at the same time.
This time I protest when he pulls away.
“This is mine tonight. He grabs ahold of my right bottom cheek and squeezes before smacking it again, hard. “I’m going to fuck you anyway I want. And Vesper? I want it all.”
Arousal boils through me. Pleasure already spiking in my nipples, my pussy, my bottom where he spanked me.
“Put your hand between your legs. Get yourself off.”
I lean forward, spread my knees, give him a show. My orgasm dances just out of reach. I chase it with my fingers, panting, writhing. My breasts break free from the bikini top. I arch further, letting my nipples chafe against the bed.
“Stop,” he orders. His tongue rims my asshole again. Sensation licks through me, taboo and perfect. So right. So, so right. So very, very wrong.
A tremor goes through me, a foreshadow of ecstasy. I moan, loud and low.
“Fuck.” He spanks me again. “You’re such a dirty girl. Keep touching yourself but don’t cum.”
My whole body rocks, as I fuck my hand.
“Do not cum,” he warns as my legs shake. His words drive me higher. “Beg me for it.”
“Please.”
“No,” he pulls my hand away. “I want you desperate. You only cum when I’m inside you tonight.”
Shaking with need, I follow as he tugs on my hair. He pulls me around to where he kneels on the bed, his cock bobbing in front of my face.
“Yes,” I breathe before diving forward to swallow him down. I tongue the vein on the underside his cock as my mouth engulfs him, moaning around his delicious length. He grips my hair controlling me. I fucking love it.
He’s close when he guides me off his cock. “Not in your mouth.” He props me in position,