Prince: Royal Romantic Suspense (Billionaires in Disguise: Maxence Book 5) Blair Babylon (ebook reader screen txt) 📖

He growled, “Next time, it’ll be my cock, and I’ll come in your ass. I’ll take every part of you because you belong to me. Every part of you, mine.”

Dree pushed back with her hands, trying to get him to be rougher, just a little bit more, to let her come.

He said, “I’ll make you like it. I’ll make you beg for it. I’ll make you love something hard in your ass.”

“I already do,” she whimpered.

A growl rumbled from his throat, and he crammed what must have been three fingers inside her, a fullness to the point of pain and his thumb on the nub outside, and in two rubs the white fire consumed her, a blaze from within and without.

She was flying, and Dree realized that he had lifted her in his arms, and she was face-down on the bed, legs dangling and toes just touching the floor. Her legs and ass cheeks were spread and open where Max’s hands had thrust inside her.

Oh, he was going to—

She tried to relax her asshole because he was going to rip her apart, but he slid deep inside her, slipping on her wetness and shoving against the tissues already swollen with release.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her face into the white duvet and mattress, the softness suffocating her.

Her own breath filled her mouth and lungs.

And again.

Colors flickered at the edge of Dree’s vision as he pounded into her, rubbing the overly sensitive strip inside, and blood roared in her ears as she tightened, her body straining for release again and air.

He slammed into her, a breach of herself and her soul.

The colors behind her closed eyes whirled and exploded, and her scream was lost in the bed’s feathers and silk.

His fist in her hair wrenched her head to the side.

Cold air hit her face, and Dree gulped oxygen and sweet life.

With his other hand, he grabbed her other shoulder, using her whole body, and euphoria blasted through her again, filling her soul and the universe until she disappeared.

Maxence’s breath rushing on the back of her neck was the first thing Dree felt as her mind rose out of the darkness, then his hands sliding off her shoulders, then his massive weight resting on her back.

Her cheek pressed against the silk of the duvet, and the lamp on the bedside table dazzled her vision.

His lips touched where her neck met her shoulder and then her temple, and he sighed.

He toppled off of Dree and collapsed beside her on the bed, bending the mattress toward him. His body was covered in their sweat. Beads rolled down the crevices between his abdominal ripples as he gasped air.

He stared at the thick, red velvet canopy above the bed, his hands clenching the thick silk of the comforter in his fists.

Dree was still panting. “You were so rough.”

He nodded, still not looking at her.

“Like an animal.”

He swallowed hard, his breath pumping the bellows of his body.

She pushed herself up on her elbows. “You scared me.”

Maxence squeezed his eyes shut and pressed one fist to his forehead.

Dree leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Do it again.”

His eyes flew open, and he turned his head to stare at her.

She smiled, and her smile turned into a laugh.

Maxence grabbed her elbow and rolled her over him and then underneath himself. “You’re all right?”

Dree cradled his cheek in her hand. “That was beyond anything I ever imagined, and I’m really sad about my lack of imagination right now. I need to imagine more of everything.”

His lips curved upward, and he scrutinized her face as if he thought she was messing with him. “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

She laughed and settled her arm around his shoulders. “But, maybe, ‘do it again’ tomorrow. I’m sore, man.”

Maxence laughed and kissed her temple. “Ma petite chérie, we have all the time in the world.”

He carried her to his shower—an enormous glassed-in affair of caramel marble—and washed her like she was his dirty plaything to clean, and then he held her in his arms for hours while they slept with their legs intertwined.

Dree opened her eyes.

Morning sunlight streamed in the window from a much higher angle than she had expected.

She snatched at her phone lying on the table beside the bed.

The numbers on the front began with a nine.

Dree flapped her arm across the bed. “Max, Max! Wake up! We overslept. Really a lot. We need to get up now!”

Maxence lay in the bed beside her, sprawled with one arm hanging off the edge where the monsters could totally have gotten it. He blinked, his dark eyelashes fluttering, and he squinted up at her. “It’s going to be a long day. The Sea Change Gala is tonight. That’ll run past midnight.”

Dree opened the project management app the palace used. “You have appointments starting in fifteen minutes. I didn’t think you had any meetings this early today, but somebody’s booked right now.”

Maxence stretched, his ridiculously long arms and legs taking over the entire, enormous bed. “They’ll wait.”

Dree scrambled out of bed and grabbed her dress from last night. “Geez, Max! I can’t be late! I’ll get fired!”

“Yeah, I hear your boss is a real jerk. If you’re late to the office, he’ll probably punish you. Probably a bare-bottom spanking.”

“There are policies in place. I have to check in when I start working.” Dree shoved her skirt down her thighs and inserted her toes into her shoes. “You can’t circumvent palace policies.”

“Yes, I can.” Maxence sat up on the other side of the bed and yawned, stretching one musclebound arm above his head.

Dree paused for a moment to watch his musculature roll under the skin of his arm and his back, rippling the black tattoo of destroyed angel wings inked there.

She didn’t like that someone had picked out that tattoo for him, a suggestion that he was a fallen angel, and so he was the Devil. Max had said his best friend had designed it