Page 39 of Royally Drawn (Resplendent Royals #3)

The Bad Girl

INGRID

“ Y ou must be miserable,” I said, running my hand up and down the length of Keir’s stiff cock.

He’d just brought me to the moon and back. The least I could do was satisfy him, right? I loved playing the bad girl. I looked at his cock, simultaneously soft in the feel against my hand and hard in its excitement for more. I could get used to this.

“You’re not… you don’t have to… getting you off was enough. That’s what I wanted.”

“Well, I want to get you off.”

“Ingrid, we cannot make a mess and?—”

I didn’t listen. Instead, I ducked down, running the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock. I looked up at him.

With a husky voice, he said, “Well, if you’re going to do that, I won’t stop you.”

I took him in my mouth—not delicately this time. Remembering how he liked his cock to be held, I pumped the shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Ingrid. You are so, so much better at that than you have any business being!”

“I know,” I murmured, his cock still in my mouth .

“Fuck, fuck,” he said. “I really won’t last. You got me so…”

He growled, “Ingrid, if you want to stop, then?—”

I didn’t. I continued, taking him deeper and deeper until finally, I felt his balls pulse, and he shuddered, holding my head in place and thrusting his hips towards me. I resisted the urge to gag, knowing I’d spit him out and make a mess. His cum shot into my throat. This time, it was more than before. I gasped, swallowing his load before sitting back and watching him come back down. He panted and shook his head, looking at me lovingly.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he muttered. “I cannot help myself.”

I smiled, pleased with how out of all the women here—and there were plenty far more experienced than me—I held his gaze. It was me he thirsted after. He took a punch for me. He wanted me. He’d risk getting caught for me. I was his addiction.

We cleaned up before heading back above the deck. I fixed my makeup and went to pull on my soaking-wet knickers .

“If I put these back on, I’m going to be miserable all night,” I said. “I could wring them out.”

Keir laughed. “And that was before you were even riding my face.”

I bit my lip, thinking about how delicious and naughty that was. I didn’t even know people did that until he told me to.

“Hand them here,” Keir said.

Confused, I tilted my head.

“You don’t have pockets. Where would you hide those, darling?”

“Shit,” I giggled. “I have nowhere. I don’t suppose we should leave evidence?”

“Correct.”

I nervously handed him my thong. Keir shook his head, a cheeky grin on his face.

“The things I do to you, Ingrid.”

“The things I do to you .” I pulled him into a long kiss. I wanted him to think about me for days. I wanted to torture him.

I bit his lip and whispered, “The next time you wank, it will be thinking about my mouth on your cock. And then next. And the next. I’ve taken up all the space in your mind. Don’t argue with me. ”

Then, I walked away, knowing full well I’d given him another erection, and now he’d have to fight it as we returned to the party. He also had to stare at the sway of my hips the entire way up there like a hopeless puppy.

We returned, him immediately darting in one direction, and I found Odette and Astrid talking near the bar. I went up, grabbed a glass of champagne, and returned.

“Where were you?” Odette asked.

“We thought you’d fallen overboard,” Astrid joked.

“Nowhere,” I answered.

“Nowhere?” Astrid said. “Nowhere with no one.”

I blushed.

“What did you do?” Odette whispered.

“I think she just got laid,” Astrid giggled. “You are treading on thin ice, Ingrid. This isn’t our boat.”

“It’s not Keir’s either, but I don’t think anyone cares. He certainly didn’t. It’s his uncle’s boat, and he knows it well enough. I don’t know if getting laid was what I’d say.”

Odette looked scandalised. “Why would you… did you really?”

“We fooled around,” I said.

“Yeah, just fooled around, but he was in your room this morning,” Astrid said.

“Ingrid!” Odette laughed nervously. “We’re going to get in trouble.”

“What?” Alexandra asked, approaching. “Who’s getting in trouble?”

“Ingrid,” Odette squawked. “She just fooled around with Keir on this boat.”

Alexandra gaped. “Ingrid, what has gotten into you?”

“Keir, apparently,” Astrid giggled.

“Ingy, you cannot just… go at it whenever you choose!”

“Says who?” I asked, refusing to accept I was going to get in trouble. “No one got hurt or caught us. It’s fine.”

“Ingrid, sweetheart, I have your reputation to think about. I’m responsible for?— ”

“Don’t shame me!” I said too loudly. “Don’t tell me that. Don’t treat me like… like I’m some slut.”

“Lower your voice,” she growled. “You are making a scene. You must be drunk.”

She reached for my glass. I’d had one drink. I downed the glass in protest, which only further angered her.

“Ingrid, you think he loves you, but he doesn’t. He’s having fun with you—at your expense—and risking your good reputation. He will discard you. He’s not serious. He has a history of dating women for a few months and moving on. That’s per Rick.”

I stormed below deck from whence I’d come, past Leah and Cecilia. I fought tears, not wanting to ruin anything for Cecilia and not wanting to worry anyone. I knew I would cry. Alexandra may not have meant to hurt me, but she did. I was ashamed, guilty, and cross with her because I knew better. My “reputation” was coded language that traumatised us all for years.