SIX | BAD GIRL

[POV: Milian]

"Aren't we going to your room?" she whispered nervously as I dumped her onto the cold granite counter of the corridor's alcove.

"Does it matter?" I growled, crashing my lips into hers before she could answer.

The raw, unfiltered lust shining in her doe eyes ignited a primal fire in my blood. My hips jerked forward instinctively, chasing the friction. I couldn't get enough of her greedy little mouth. Her soft hands tangled in my shirt, pulling me impossibly closer, her whimpers vibrating against my tongue.

No victory on the battlefield had ever felt like this. Just the sensation of her small hands gripping me made my chest swell with a twisted kind of pride. Feeling wanted by her was becoming a dangerous obsession.

"You smell so good," I murmured, burying my nose in her dark hair, inhaling her essence.

My hands slid up her ribcage, capturing her soft breasts through the silk. She threw her head back, a breathless gasp escaping her lips as my thumbs circled her stiffening nipples.

I couldn't wait anymore. I picked her up again, carrying her into my chambers and throwing her onto the massive four-poster bed.

"I want to swallow you whole," I said, my voice thick with lust.

A dark, beautiful blush stained her cheeks. She quickly turned away, attempting to bury her embarrassed face into the velvet pillows.

"Sera, come here." I swept her hair over her shoulder and grazed my lips down her spine. The shiver that wrecked her body sent a surge of power straight to my groin.

"Why are you still dressed?" I shoved my hand under her skirt, looping a finger through her thin lace underwear, and ripped it cleanly down the side. She gasped, but when I slapped her bare ass, she flipped over and kissed my cheek.

That innocent little peck snapped the last thread of my control.

But she was faster. She pushed me onto my back, straddling my hips. Her hair fell like a dark curtain as she leaned down, her warm tongue tracing a wet path down my neck, over my abs, straight to my bulging groin.

When her luscious lips finally enveloped the aching head of my cock, my vision literally whited out.

"Holy shit!"

I thrashed against the pillows as she sucked me deep, her tongue working relentlessly. She reached down, her fingers starting to slip toward her own wet pussy.

I clamped my hand around her wrist. "Don't you dare touch yourself," I warned, my breathing ragged.

She pouted—an adorable, agonizing little expression—before gripping the base of my shaft and taking me deeper. The agonizing suction combined with the soft stroke of her tongue shattered me. Precum leaked heavily down her chin as she hit the frenulum.

"Fuck! Fuck!" I grabbed the back of her head, completely taking over. I thrust upward into her hot mouth, unable to hold back. "Sera—I am close!"

I exploded inside her, a rush that she swallowed greedily, her tongue still working the tip as I drained into her.

When she pulled up, a stray drop of my cum lingered on her lower lip. She maintained eye contact, slowly dragging her thumb over it and licking it clean.

"Christ, you are perfect," I groaned, hauling her body up to crush against mine.

I rolled her onto her back, immediately sliding two thick fingers deep inside her soaking core. She clenched tightly around me, throwing her head back with a loud, broken moan. Her nails dug crescents into my shoulders.

I curled my fingers, striking her G-spot while lowering my head to latch onto her hard nipple.

"Milian!" she shrieked, her hips chasing my hand in a frantic, wild rhythm. "Heaven..."

"Such a bad girl," I whispered, biting down softly on her collarbone as she gushed wetness onto my knuckles.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

The palace dinner bell echoed sharply through the halls.

Sera froze. The pleasure instantly drained from her flushed face. She bolted upright, shoving me away as if she had been burned.

"I—I have to go," she stammered, frantically grabbing her ripped clothes.

"Relax! You are with me." I reached for her arm, but she wriggled away.

"No, Milian! This is wrong." Tears welled up in her eyes, full of genuine panic and regret. "I will send someone else."

"I don't want someone else!" I barked, sitting up. The sudden shift in her demeanor felt like a slap.

Voices echoed from the corridor outside. She covered her face in mortification, refusing to look at me. The rejection tasted like acid in my throat.

I fell back onto the pillows, staring at the ceiling, heavily burdened by a frustrating, hollow ache.

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" I muttered to the empty air.