Page 14 of Her Royal Master (Master Me #1)

“Are you hiding from me?”

I shrieked when he stepped out of nowhere, directly into my personal space. A streetlamp lit the shadows on his face, but his expression held all the dark intensity I remembered. He planted his hands on the wall beside my head, pinning me back against the wall. “Are you really afraid of me?”

I struggled to calm my breath. “I-I was trying to get myself together first.”

His expression softened. He caged my chin and stared into my face, as if searching my very soul. His brown eyes were black and dangerous. “When did I ever want you together? I prefer you shattered in a thousand pieces, waiting for me to glue back together and shatter once more.”

He trailed his hand down my throat, and I fought to steady myself against the inevitable panic. When his finger caught in the string around my neck, he jerked his gaze up in surprise. “You’re still wearing my collar,” he choked.

“I never took it o—”

He smothered my words with a kiss, suffocating me with his mouth, his lips twisting over mine, dominating me, owning me. Always unbelievably bold, he wedged one hand between my thighs, rucking up my skirt to cup my mons.

I moaned against his lips when he stroked over my sex, shuddered in pleasure.

He bit my lower lip and pulled, holding it captive.

I trembled, suspended, at his mercy, waiting for him to go on, to let go—something.

He released me, his perusal of my face and body dangerous. “You think you deserve to wear my collar after you left me?”

Heat bloomed on my face. I sucked my pulsing lip into my mouth and shook my head. “No, sir.”

Dark satisfaction bled over his expression. “Come.” He slid his hand behind my back and propelled me away from the wall. “Take me up to your place. I’m going to punish that sweet little ass until you remember what it means to be owned.”

My inner thighs squeezed together, trying to alleviate the pulsing desire he’d created at their apex.

He walked past his entourage gathered at the gate, saying something to them in his language, and waited for me to unlock the gate with the key code.

He said nothing as we walked up the open air staircase to my apartment, but he snatched my keys from me and opened the door himself, pushing me through it a moment before his lips locked onto mine.

He licked into my mouth, fucking it with his tongue as he tore at my shirt, shoving it up to my neck and yanking impatiently until I held up my arms. He only broke the kiss to pull it over my head.

Then he went for my skirt, pushing me in the direction of my bedroom, the location of which must have been obvious, since it was a tiny, one-bedroom apartment.

“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy of yours so hard, baby,” he growled, shoving my skirt down my legs.

I had to cling to his neck to keep from tripping on it, since he continued herding me along.

He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and lifted me, allowing the skirt to drop.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed and lowered me onto my back, never breaking the incredible kiss.

He grasped my panties on both sides and pulled them swiftly down my legs. “Take off the bra.” He made a beckoning motion with his fingers. “Give it to me. Now.”

I fumbled with the clasp and pulled it off. He took it from me and grasped my wrists, wrapping the bra around them and tying a tight knot. “Arms overhead, baby. You move them and I’ll hold back on treating this pussy.”

He shoved my knees wide and lowered his head, licking up the seam of my pussy, sending shivers through my body.

“I don’t usually start with pleasure.” He used his thumbs to part my labia.

“Especially not when you have punishment coming.” He ran the tip of his tongue around the inner lips, causing me to buck my hips.

“But in this case, I think you’ve earned a reward too.

” He tongued my clit with his tongue in quick flicks.

I lost control. I’d been without his touch for so long, believing I’d never feel it again. My body responded immediately, ready to go off like a firecracker. My eyes rolled back in my head and I let out a long, low moan.

“Uh oh. I hope you haven’t forgotten the rules.”

I jerked back to reality, my brain scrambling for the right words. “Master, may I come? Please? I need to…”

“No, baby. You may not. You’re going to come all over my cock. But not until I say you can. Understand?”

I didn’t understand. Not at all. But I wasn’t about to disobey. I’d spent two months lamenting my decision to disappoint him. I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it again.

I panted like women on television do when they’re having a baby. It was BDSM Lamaze in my bedroom.

Darius stood and pulled a condom from his pocket, while I pinned my gaze on the ample bulge in his pants.

I wanted his cock inside me, couldn’t wait to be filled by him, taken by him, completed.

Yes, completed. That’s how it felt when he took charge of my body and wrung every last climax out of me.

He unzipped his pants and freed his cock, sheathing it quickly before he climbed over me. He grabbed my hips and lifted my pelvis to meet his, sliding into my swollen entryway with ease.

I moaned my satisfaction, rocking up to meet his thrusts.

He fell forward and pinned my bound wrists above my head. “Tell me something, Chelsea. I have to know,” he rasped, his accent thicker and more guttural than usual.

“What?” I panted.

“Tell me you didn’t fuck that ex-boyfriend again. Tell me or I’ll have to knock his fucking teeth out.”

His jealousy was ridiculous and violently pleasing to me.

I moaned louder, lifting my hips.

“Tell me, baby.”

“I didn’t.” I managed to say, shaking my head against the bedspread.

“Who fucked you? Who fucked you since me? Anyone?”

He was being an asshole, and I didn’t care. I loved his possessiveness, his demands. “No one.”

Some of the fierceness relaxed from his face. “Thank Christ.” He lowered his forehead to meet mine. “Thank fuck, beautiful girl. I would go crazy knowing someone else had been here.”

“You are crazy,” I murmured.

“So are you, American.” He rocked into me with more force. “I missed this tight. Little. Pussy.”

“I missed you too,” I whispered, tears smarting my eyes. In all my wildest fantasies, I never let myself believe he’d come for me like this.

But he had.

“Now, baby,” he growled, his thrusts growing deeper, a muscle in his cheek jumping. “Come for me now.” He plowed in deep and stayed, his release shuddering through his body.

I immediately followed suit, as if my body had been on a timer, ready to go at his command. My legs clamped around his waist, and I took him even deeper as my internal muscles squeezed and milked his cock for all it was worth.

He roared something in his own language and fell upon me with another heated kiss, twisting his lips over mine, twining our tongues.

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D arius

I ’d meant to sit down with Chelsea, to tell her all the things I hadn’t said before. But instead I’d fucked her brains out. Not that I had any regrets. She looked so beautiful post-orgasm, her cheeks flushed, her glossy hair messy.

I ran my thumb over her swollen lips. “Thank you for the article, baby. It was sweet of you. The queen is pleased.”

“Are you?” She lowered her lashes. “Pleased?”

“Look at me,” I murmured, tapping her cheek. When she lifted her eyes, I smiled. “Not yet.”

She blushed. “You need to punish me first?”

My smile grew wider. “Yes, certainly that. More than one punishment, baby. Many, many punishments. But I won’t be pleased until you get on my jet and fly back to my country with me.”

She swallowed and pushed herself up on her elbows, her perky breasts bouncing with the movement.

“The queen wishes you to be the official biographer of the royal family.”

Her pretty lips parted.

“It would mean moving to my country. It might take a while. Years, even. But at least when you found yourself bound to my bed, you would know you didn’t give up your career for a man.”

She gaped, but still didn’t speak. I did my best to hide the tension building in me. I needed her answer. Needed this settled.

“I would have to punish you every night. It might take me a long time to forgive you for leaving me. You fucking broke my heart, Chelsea.”

I hadn’t meant to lay it all out there, but there it was.

Chelsea burst into tears. “I broke mine, too. I’m so stupid and stubborn. I don’t know why I couldn’t trust you and let down my walls. I’ve regretted it a million times these past two months.”

“You chose a story over me.” There it was. I thought I’d reconciled her actions, but her choice still hurt. Even if she did keep my collar on.

“I thought… I thought I was choosing my life over someone else’s. I was wrong. I should have realized that you might be my life.”

I stroked her cheek, all my last reservations washed away.

“I always thought I’d lose myself with a man.

I was so afraid.” She swallowed the thickness in her throat.

“But after I left Ibiza, I realized I was more myself with you than anyone else. Maybe that’s what scared me.

You saw—see—the real me. You know the real me.

You may not have known my name, but you had my number from the very beginning.

So I clung to the one thing I could keep from you—my identity.

The one separation. I was so terrified to stay with you and lose myself.

Or worse—that you wouldn’t want to keep me after that week. ”

“I wanted to keep you from the moment I saw you, baby. You’re this crazy blend of innocence and sophistication, of youth and maturity, intelligence and naiveté.” I cleared my throat, fighting the lump in it. “I’ve been a disappointment to everyone in my life, but you… made me into a hero.”

“You are a hero,” she whispered, bringing her bound hands to my face.

I unwound her bra from her wrists.

“To me, to Kaspar, to Madison, even though she didn’t deserve it. To everyone around you. How many times have you taken the fall for someone else? You’ve probably been doing it your whole life, haven’t you?”

I blinked, shocked by how bright she made my existence appear.

She gripped my face between her two hands. “I’m not going to let you do it anymore. I’m your official biographer and I’m going to show you who you are.”

I went still. “Does that mean you’ll come?”

She nibbled her lower lip. “What will I be to you, if I do?” Her voice was no more than a whisper.

I knew this was serious, but I couldn’t help myself.

I pushed her onto her back and straddled her waist, slipping a finger under the cord that served as her collar.

“You’ll be my slave, baby. My duchess. Whatever the hell you want to be.

” I caressed her cheek, dropping the dominance.

“I need you in my life. In my bed. I need you on that jet by morning, Chelsea. Will you come?”

Her smile lit the entire room. “Yes.” She blinked back tears. “I’d love to be your slave. Maybe duchess, too. Can we see how it goes?”

I quirked a wry smile. “We can try. You’ve seen how possessive I am. I’m going to want to push you into every kind of commitment I can get, but I’ll try to give you space.”

She shook her head and reached for me, pulling my mouth down to hers. “No space. Just you. That’s all I need.”