Royally Bad (Royally Wrong Book 1)

on my back, knees wide.
He hooks my legs in the crook of his elbows, and rams into me. One thrust and he’s balls deep. My supreme arousal means I’m ready, but I cry out at the delicious feeling. His cock is long enough to hit the back of my womb and thick enough to rub all the lovely points in between.
He slides out, almost all the way, and waits a beat before slamming into me. The force batters my clit, smacking it awake. I cry out in happy surprise and catch his shoulders, hanging on for dear life, as he does it again, pulling out and slamming home. One more time, my orgasm detonates like a bomb.
Theo props my legs up over his shoulders as he drives in powerfully. Dragging me to the edge of orgasm again. I claw his arms and he growls like an animal.
It’s raw and brutal and beautiful.
“Touch yourself,” he demands.
I slip my hand between us and find my clit, but it’s too much sensation, and I tell him.
He grabs my ankles, holding my legs straight up as he pounds away.
“Look at me. Fucking you hard. You want my cum?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
“Yeah? Play with your breasts. Give me a good show, Vesper. Be my bad girl.”
I cup my breasts, pinching my nipples. “I want you,” I breathe. “I want you to cum.”
“You’re such a bad girl.”
“I’m so bad. So very, very bad.”
My pussy tightens with an impending orgasm. It blows up around me, catching me off guard. My inner muscles squeeze like a fist around his cock.
“Oh, fuck me.” He falls forward, onto his hands, bucking and shuddering as he cums.
I pull him to me as he catches his breath. Before I know it, he’s pulling out, and moving me again, propping me on all fours.
“Again?” I ask, surprised, as Theo comes at me with his cock hard and stiff as a spear.
“Again.”
Three rounds later, I’m curled limp on the duvet. Theo lowers my leg from where he propped it to take me from behind. He rises to take care of the condom. When he returns he tucks close, kissing the back of my neck.
“She was right,” I murmur. “You are a god.”
He chuckles.
“Does this make me a goddess?”
“Oh yes,” he nestles me further into his arms. “I will build a temple to you and worship every day.”
“Mmmm,” I purr. “You know, your house is serious Greek revival.”
He shudders. “My dad. He collected the classical stuff. Apparently, mom liked it. Reminded her of home.”
“I can’t believe you’re the crown prince of Sweden.”
“I can’t believe it myself. I just want to be a normal guy, you know.”
I turn and kiss him. “You just fucked me three times in a row, and made me cum each time. We’ve past normal territory. You really are a god.”
We doze a little when a popping sound outside makes me stir.
“What’s that?”
“A surprise. Come on.”
When he leads me back up to the pool, I almost pull away, but the sight of fireworks exploding above the park has me rushing to the railing. “Oh my god.” The whistling rockets fly up and burst into the night in a shower of colored sparks.
“You did this?” I turn to him. “For me?”
He shrugs.
I don’t know what to say. As far as I know, he’s never pulled a stunt like this to get a girl into bed. Not that he’d have to.
“Thank you.”
We stand and watch them together, me leaning back into Theo. The sheet dips scandalously low. I don’t care. When the grand finale starts, I turn, press my bare boobs against his chest, and kiss him.
Morning finds us in his penthouse, our legs tangled together.
He wakes and smiles at me. I almost reach for my glasses, but I realize I don’t have them. “Hey.”
“Hey,” he says as I climb out of bed. I don’t want to go. Sleepy Theo blinking in the morning light is adorable.
“Come back to bed,” he groans and tries to catch my arm. I skip out of the way.
“I can’t. You have an interview today. We have to get ready.”
“Don’t wanna get ready. Wanna fuck.”
“Get out of bed now and I’ll let you fuck me in the shower.”
I’m halfway to the bathroom when he practically body slams me, tossing me up over his shoulder, silencing my yelp with a smack to my ass.
Under the spray, he slides his hands all over my body, slippery with soap. He turns me around and cocks my leg up on the edge of the tub, easing his way inside.
“These are so beautiful,” he breathes in my ear, fondling my breasts. “I want to cum on them. I want you to wear my cum all day, under that professional suit of yours.”
“Mmm.” I reach back and hold on to his neck as he fills me beautifully.
His teeth find my shoulder and he nips. I yelp, and he soothes the spot with his tongue.
“I’m sorry, baby. I want to mark you all over. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
That does it. I cum around his cock, palms pressed to the tile, moans echoing around the bath.
“There she is. In her suit,” Theo murmurs as I come out dressed to take on the day. I spent the last ten minutes painting makeup over the hickey he gave me.
“You,” I point at him, “are very, very bad.”
“Me?” He bats his long lashes, all innocence. “I was seduced by a very bad—”
I push against his chest and kiss him.
“What was that?” I ask once I pull away.
“No comment.”
“Good boy. I have to go check in with Evans. Meet you here in one hour. Okay?” I pause at the door. “No running. No commandeering a hot rod to joyride through Manhattan. And, for the love of all things proper, keep your shirt on.”
“If I do, what’s in it for me?”
“I’ll let you cum on me. While wearing the suit.” I pose against the door. His eyes light.
“And Theo? If you’re really, really