Page 40 of Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden #2)

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Instead of leading Violet to the bunker after the wedding festivities, Roman guided her toward the palace gates. “I have another wedding gift for you.” And for me , he thought, his cock hardening.

She eyed him suspiciously. “Your last surprise was deranged. I don’t think I can handle another.”

He should have known Violet wouldn’t want to torture someone, but she had been pissed enough at Marissa that he’d thought she’d make an exception. A misstep on his part.

“It’s nothing like that,” he promised. “You’ll like this one.”

Violet waved her hand for him to proceed. “Fine.”

Guilt pricked his chest, but not from him. Stopping her, he snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. “What do you have to feel guilty about?”

Slight anxiety joined the guilt. “I didn’t have time to get you anything as a wedding gift. I thought we were only celebrating our birthdays.” Her lips twisted to the side. “How did you have time?”

“I’d planned on surprising you, regardless.” He pecked her on the forehead and steered them toward town. “This gift is also for me.”

They approached the pleasure house, and Violet smiled excitedly. “You got us a room?”

Roman held the door open and ushered her inside. “Better.” The large man who guarded the door bowed his head. “Your Grace. Everything is ready.”

The man studiously avoided Violet. Smart man. Had he looked at Roman’s wife, knowing what would soon happen, he’d have lost his ability to see. “Thank you, Rodney.”

“I’ll be outside. You can lock the door from the inside when I step out.” The man exited quietly, and Roman lowered the lock.

The dim lights barely illuminating the red walls of the large pleasure house set an erotic scene, and Roman’s cock tried to rip through his trousers.

Violet’s eyes darted around the viewing room. “Where is everyone?”

Roman descended the stairs until he reached the front row. A pane of glass with holes in the top to allow sound through separated them from the stage. “I rented out the entire place for tonight.”

His mate sat beside him on one of the plush couches, but he grabbed her hips and hauled her up to stand in front of him. “I thought you wanted me in a private box,” she murmured. She’d worn a fitted bodice for their wedding with no breast band, and he could see her nipples straining against the fabric.

“The entire building is our private box tonight.” Reaching up, he unlaced the front of her dress to reveal the gift underneath. Her breasts were heavy in his palms, the dark nipples eager to be seen. “Can I rip this?”

She slapped his hand away. “No. I want to keep it.”

“Does that mean I get to see it on you again?” he asked. The thought of peeling this off her again and again seemed more appealing than ripping it from her beautiful body.

She smiled coyly. “I guess we’ll see.”

Roman shimmied the dress over her hips, spun her around, pulled down her underwear, and swatted her ass. “That smart mouth will get you in trouble, princess.”

He soothed a hand over the red mark on her perfect-for-him ass. Violet glanced over her shoulder. “Good.”

Seconds later, a man and a woman, both blindfolded, fumbled their way on stage until they reached the bed. “Why can’t they see?” Violet mused and stepped closer to the glass.

Roman stood and undressed. “Because no one but me will see you like this.”

He sat back down and grabbed her hips. “Have a seat, wife.” Once seated firmly in his lap, Violet squirmed. The head of his cock wept. “This will be over before it starts if you don’t sit still,” he warned.

The woman on stage kissed down the man’s body, her cunt on full display with her ass in the air. Roman averted his gaze to Violet. Watching her excited him more than watching the performers.

The peaks of Violet’s nipples hardened further when Roman grazed them with his thumbs. “Is your cunt crying yet, wife?”

Glancing from the stage to him, she reached down, swiped her fingers across her pussy, and coated his lips with her sweetness. “I’ve been wet since we stepped inside.”

Roman wrapped his tongue around her fingers, eager for a taste. “Lift up.”

The shining dark flesh of her cunt taunted him, but he pressed his lips together to keep from shoving his tongue inside her. They would get to that later.

He leaned back and wrapped one hand around her hip and the other around his dick. “Seat yourself on my cock.”

Looking between her legs, she eased down and paused when his swollen head rubbed against her entrance. “Prepare yourself,” was her only warning before she impaled herself in one quick motion.

Roman jerked forward and grunted. “Fuck, princess, are you trying to kill me?” Violet giggled, and he moved her hair to nip at her neck. “Is that funny?”

“What’s the matter, prince? Can’t take it?” she taunted.

His lips brushed the side of her neck. “It’s King .”

The man on stage cried out, grabbing Violet and Roman’s attention seconds before he jerked out of the woman’s mouth and sprayed cum all over her face. Violet moaned and rocked her hips once. Roman hissed and covered both of her breasts with his hands.

“Do you want?” he asked low. “For me to shove my cock down your throat until I paint your face with my scent?” He pinched her nipples, and she jerked her hips again. “Or maybe you’d rather I coat your tits, so it smears between us when I fuck you.”

“Rome,” she breathed and circled her hips. If she moved any faster, he wouldn’t last, so he ran his hands down her sides until he reached her waist to stop her.

“Don’t move.” One of his arms banded around her waist, and the other crept its way to her clit to rub light circles.

His mate whimpered and tried to move, but he held her steady. “I need to move,” she protested with a curse.

Roman pinched her clit and she cried out. “You’ll move when I allow it.”

“Rub harder,” she panted, straining against his arm, “and faster.”

He continued the slow assault with the slightest pressure. The bond allowed him to feel her pleasure building just enough to reach the edge, but not enough to tip her over. “Play with your nipples,” he commanded.

“Godsdammit, faster,” she pleaded, but he held fast.

The man on stage had the woman bent over with his head between her legs. As her moans and cries rose, Roman moved his fingers faster. “When she comes, you come.”

Violet leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder. “You’re trying to kill me.”

The woman on stage’s cries reached their peak, and Roman gave the queen what she wanted. With his free hand, he rocked her hips back and forth until she took over.

“Look how well you ride my dick.” Her inner muscles pulsed around him, and he moved his free hand to her lower abdomen and pushed.

Violet screamed and bowed her back. The muscles in her body locked as liquid drenched his cock and thighs. This hadn’t happened the other times they’d fucked. He moved his hand between them and ran it through her slick. “Fuck, baby, you soaked us both.”

She sprang to her feet, and he hissed, his aching cock hating the loss of her. She assessed the wet spot on the cushion. “I don’t know what happened.”

He did. Slayton’s brother had told him this could happen. Roman grinned and leaned forward to swipe his tongue up her thigh. “You squirted for me.”

Using his hand to press her against the glass, he slid to his knees on the floor and hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder. “I want it again.” His tongue ran across her swollen lips.

Violet bumped her head against the glass and moaned. “I don’t think it’s something I can do on command.” Each husky word shot straight to his cock.

He hummed against her slick folds. “I don’t care how you come, as long as it’s somewhere on me.”

The leg hooked over his shoulder tightened to bring him closer, and he chuckled against her. “That’s my girl. Take what you want.”

He fucked her with his tongue until her knee buckled beneath her and her orgasm shot through her. No squirting this time, but he didn’t care. She tasted divine either way.

He stood and lowered his mouth to hers with a heated kiss. “Turn around and put your hands on the glass.”

Violet spun around, pressed her hands to the glass, and slightly arched her back. “Like this?”

Roman groaned at the sight and slapped her ass. “Fuck yes.” He slammed his cock into her pussy without warning and slapped a hand against the glass next to one of hers.

Violet yelled his name and braced herself to keep from hitting the glass. “Oh my gods.”

His dick bottomed out with every thrust, needing to be as far inside her as possible. Curses and praise spilled from his lips, and he thought he might die from the pleasure.

“Roman,” she begged, and he slid his hand from her hip to her clit.

His middle finger worked her clit, and his palm pressed on her lower stomach—a spot Slayton’s brother swore made them come harder. “Bounce your ass against my dick, baby.”

Their bodies slapped together, the performers on stage forgotten completely. Both emitted strangled sounds and moans every time he drove his cock into her slick cunt until she exploded around him, her walls milking his cock until his own release nearly brought him to his knees.

Separating from her left him cold, and he dragged her to the couch behind them until he sat down with her straddling his lap.

He threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her mouth to his and whispered, “Again.”

* * *

The next morning, Violet and Roman walked hand-in-hand through downtown, glamoured invisible so as not to be bombarded by townspeople.

A commotion near the town square drew Violet’s attention, and she tugged Roman along for a closer look. “What do you think is going on?” she asked.

The king looked proud, putting her on high alert. “Another surprise.”

Violet stopped and turned to him fully. “What did you do?”

“Come and see.” This time, he pulled her toward the open space, pushing his way through the crowd. Those he shouldered past jumped with bewilderment, wondering what invisible forced had moved them.

There, in the middle of the crowd, Becks stood, chained to a wooden pole on a make-shift stage. “Roman,” Violet gasped and hurried forward. “What have you done?”

Ares stood guard at the steps of the stage, smirking at the king and queen. Roman must have lifted their glamour because the crowd gasped and murmured. “Took you long enough,” Ares drawled and held out a pair of shears to Roman, who in turn, handed them to Violet.

“She cut your hair shorter than you wanted on purpose.” Roman’s face darkened with every word. “You cried. I could not allow her to go unpunished.”

Violet gaped at him. “So you chained her to a pole?” She held up the shears. “I’m not cutting off her body parts.”

Roman snorted. “If I thought you would cut off her hands, I would have requested something sharper. Those are for her hair.”

Violet’s horror ebbed, and she looked down at the shears. Did it make her a monster if she wanted to humiliate Becks for what she’d done? Afterall, it wasn’t like the woman had chopped all of Violet’s hair off.

No. She couldn’t do that. It was too harsh.

However, everyone knew what Violet meant to Roman, who she would become once they married. Could she let the disrespect slide?

“It’s too cruel,” she whispered to her husband. “I can’t.”

Roman sighed and took the shears from her outstretched hand. He leaned down and kissed her lips. “I can.”

Violet moved to stop him, but Ares blocked her path. “Let him do this. The townspeople need to know they cannot disrespect their queen. This is a mercy compared to what he wanted to do to her.”

Violet stood next to the stage, and Roman addressed the crowd. “Violet Maekin is my true mate, making her your queen.” Murmurs rose around them, some with disbelief, others with quiet outrage. “Let this be a lesson to anyone who thinks they can disrespect my wife.” The noise grew louder.

Roman approached Becks. The woman pleaded and yanked on her chains, but he ignored her, motioning for Ares to hold her head still. Roman grabbed a piece of Beck’s hair and cut it off at the scalp. Becks sobbed, begging him to stop, but he paid her no mind and lifted piece after piece. Snip. Snip. Snip.

Becks’ hair looked choppy and uneven, some places hanging to her ears, others close to the scalp. Roman stepped back to admire his handy work. Satisfied, he revealed her to those present. “Were it up to me, her hair would still be intact, and her head would not; but your queen has a kind heart.” Silence descended. Roman scanned the crowd, meeting everyone’s gaze. “I do not, and you would do well to remember that.”

Roman handed the shears to Ares, who passed them to Gunnar. The latter glanced at Violet with a satisfied smile and shot her a thumbs up. She couldn’t help herself, she laughed.

Roman took her hand, kissing it. “Where to next, wife?”

Violet stared at him a moment before launching herself into his arms. “You’re unethical and insane, but I love you.”

His chuckle rumbled against her cheek. “I love you too.”