Page 9 of Royal Bargain (Royals of the Underworld #3)
LIAM
A na glances down at my hand on her arm and haughtily pushes it away. “I can’t believe you don’t recognize me. I’m a famous singer,” she says, nose in the air.
I bite my lip, grinning to myself as I step forward into her space. “Oh yeah? What’s a famous singer like you doing in a place like this? This is a private residence, I’ll have you know.”
“Don’t make me leave,” Ana begs, giving me a cute little pout. “I have to hide out. I have a fan who’s been stalking me, sending me some… threats about what he’d do to me if he had the chance.”
I narrow my eyes, running a hand down her arm again.
“Oh, honey. That sounds scary. Too bad you walked right into my trap. I’m your number one fan, baby.
Obsessed with you from day one. And now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go until you sing for me,” I say, pressing my body into hers so she can feel the hard outline of my cock through my slacks.
“Oh no,” Ana whispers, pretending to look scared. “It’s you. You’re the one who wrote me that you’d “utterly wreck my pussy” if you ever found me. I should leave.”
She turns, pretending to walk away, but I grab her by the wrist and pull her back toward me. “Don’t think you’re getting away that easily, baby. I gotta make good on my promise, after all.”
Ana puts up a token struggle as I heft her over my shoulder and carry her up the stairs to the bedroom.
“I followed you tonight,” I tell her, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Every breath. Every move. Watched you walk into that club like you belonged to them.” Dropping her to the floor, I stand over her, a dangerous glint in my eyes.
I place my hand on the wall beside her head, “But you don’t. You belong to me .”
She swallows hard, her voice breathless. “You’re insane…”
“Maybe.” My other hand slides along her waist in a possessive grip. “But you’ve been singing to me for years. And now that I’ve got you alone?”
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear. “You don’t get to leave until you sing for me, baby.”
A thrill shivers through her. She’s not Annika anymore. She’s the fantasy. The star. And I’m not Liam—I’m the man who’s wanted her for years and finally snapped.
My fingers trace the edge of her dress, eyes dark. “You wore this for them?” I growl. “Or was it for me?”
She doesn’t answer. She can’t, not when my mouth claims hers like I’ve been aching to do all day.
I lift her effortlessly, settling her on the edge of the bed, my lips trailing down her neck. “I’ve waited so long for this,” I murmur. “Every concert. Every picture. Every time I heard that voice, I imagined how you’d sound beneath me.”
My hands are reverent and reckless all at once, tugging fabric aside, biting kisses into her skin. She moans, and I go still.
“There it is,” I whisper. “That’s the beginning of a song. Don’t stop now.”
“Sing for me,” I command, hips pressing her deeper into the fantasy. “Come on, my pretty little star—let them hear who you really belong to.”
She shatters beneath me, a breathless moan slipping out like melody, and I drink it in like it’s oxygen.
“That’s it,” I whisper, my voice ragged. “That’s my favorite song.”
Ana opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off with a low, breathy growl. “Don’t speak. Sing for me.”
My fingers curl around her throat—not tight, just enough to remind her who’s in control. Her voice, half-moan, half-song, slips into the space between us, and I rumble my approval.
My mouth descends on hers and I kiss—no, I devour her—like a man starving. Our lips move together and I nip at her lower lip, sucking it between mine before biting down, almost hard enough to draw blood but at the last second I pull away.
Ana looks up at me, a mix of desire and mock indignation on her face. “You’re insane,” she whispers, her voice hoarse from the way my hand squeezes her throat.
“I’ve been watching you,” I breathe against her neck. “Every song. Every note. Every time you disappeared from the spotlight, I knew it was for me. All for me.”
Ana struggles against my grip again, putting up a token fight. “You’ve been watching me?” she asks, eyes wide. “I don’t even know your name…”
“My name is…” I lean up, my lips brushing her ear. “Unimportant.” My grip tightens just enough to make her gasp. “All that matters is that I’m the one who’s been waiting. Watching. Wanting. And now it’s your turn. I’m going to make you the one watching. Wanting.”
Ana squirms, pupils blown wide with desire, and I press my mouth to hers again, flicking my tongue against her lips. “Your voice belongs to me now. And only me.”
Releasing my grasp around her throat, I trail down her body until I’m at the apex of her thighs, spreading them open to stare at her unabashedly. She’s glistening with slick and her reddish curls almost gleam in the dim light of the bedroom.
When I thrust my tongue into the mess of slick, Ana cries out softly, her voice breathy and broken. The sound curls through the air, haunting me with its achingly beautiful melody.
There it is. My eyes narrow in pleasure as I focus all my attention on the tiny bud in front of me. There’s the song I’ve been waiting for all night.
My tongue beats out a sloppy rhythm on her clit, twirling around and around as I press one finger into her sopping wet pussy. She’s so wet she can take a second finger easily and I press it inside as well, scissoring them to open her up more.
Her moans hit the air in a punching staccato, and I shudder like it’s the song I’ve been chasing for years. It’s exhilarating getting this from her, and I continue to push deeper inside with my fingers, curving them forward to hit her spot.
This elicits a shrill, sharp note from her throat, and I smirk to myself as I suck her clit between my lips. My tongue toys with it as I suckle the bud, tasting her straight from the source.
Ana’s moans are music to my ears as I probe her cunt, moving my fingers back and forth in increasing speed as I bring her closer and closer to climax. Her voice carries through the apartment, and I reach up with my free hand to cover her mouth, lest she wake Lily.
Despite how tightly my hand covers her mouth, her muffled moans still echo up here in the loft, and I decide I need to put that pretty mouth to good use.
Withdrawing my fingers, I smear them over her lips, making her taste herself as I flip our positions. Guiding her to her knees, I push her head down onto my throbbing dick, needing to feel her mouth on me. “I’m taking your voice away until you earn it back.”
Her tongue darts out, licking the salty pre from the tip as she hums around my length, sending sparks down my spine. “Good girl,” I growl, fisting a hand in her air. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Ana slides further down my length, the tip poking out of her cheek as she uses her hands to stroke my balls, tickling the fine, downy hairs there with her gentle touches.
“Oh, God, yes,” I rasp out, tugging on the thick strands of the black hair of her wig. She mewls around me in response, pretending it’s tugging at her scalp as I push her further down my cock.
Using her hair, I start to fuck myself against her face, making my cock slip into her throat as she struggles to keep up, wet tears in her eyes, saliva pooling at the corners of her mouth.
She’s a sight to behold like this, and I can feel myself getting close. Not wanting to spill so quickly, I pull her off me and dump her onto my lap. With one hand, I guide my cock into her waiting hole while the other tugs her close, capturing her lips with mine.
Our movements become erratic as we chase our pleasure, the bed shaking under us, Ana’s mouth fused to mine as we kiss. “Fuck, just like that,” I snarl, biting down on her shoulder as she rocks into me over and over again.
Just when I think the bed is going to break under us, Ana stops moving, tensing up as she reaches climax, her soft wail coming out desperate, melodic, and all mine.
“Good girl,” I praise her, earning another soft moan. She circles her hips, seeking a second release, and I grip her tightly, bouncing her on my lap in short, rapid movements.
The two of us crest the horizon together this time, calling each other’s names as we fall apart.
Once we’ve come back to ourselves, we lay facing each other. Ana uses her finger to trace an absentminded heart over my chest.
“I don’t know if it’s okay to say this, but I have to admit that I never stopped being attracted to you.” I admit, my anxiety and worry from earlier gone now that Ana is at home, in my bed.
Ana gives me a soft smile. “Me neither. Even after we broke up, I still thought about you all the time. Especially in my second trimester.”
She smirks, and I mentally run through my pregnancy knowledge before grinning back at her.
“I think I was just fooling myself if I thought I could waltz in here and keep things strictly platonic,” she says. “But at the same time, I don’t know if this is right for us.”
Her words are like ice, throwing a chill on the mood between us as she continues speaking. “Things are confusing for me right now. I’m trying to find a way to make it on my own, to stop relying on others for protection.”
“But you know that even if Lily wasn’t in the picture, I’d still protect you from your father,” I mumble out. “I might have been on the fence at first, but I would never have let you falter on your own.”
“I know. But it was selfish of me to ask,” she says, then sighs. “We need to stop this. It can’t mean anything. We need to be mature and act like friends and coparents. Let’s just put this incident behind us and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
My chest hurts as I process her words. I want to fight, to rail against her, to protest the fact that she keeps making decisions for us on her own.
But I know that she’s right. It’s dangerous to let Ana get close to me like this, and every time we fall into bed together, it’s another opportunity for her to walk away again after, to break my heart all over again.
“I get it,” I say, tugging the sheets up around us. “Strictly platonic, right?” My words hold a wry tone, but Ana doesn’t seem to notice as she hears Lily begin to fuss downstairs.
“I’ll go back to sleeping on the couch if it makes things easier,” she says as she pulls my t-shirt over her head.
It’s hard to look at her knowing that she’s standing there wearing my shirt, offering to sever all ties between us, but I shrug, putting on a fake smile. “Nah, it’s fine. You’ll get better sleep in the bed anyway. Don’t worry about it.”
Ana nods and pads off downstairs to check on the baby, unaware of the tumultuous storm she’s created in my heart.