Lots of things. I’ve been pondering the failings of fairy tales for some time now, but I’m curious what he thinks, so I ask, “What?”
“They never talk about how the townspeople treat her once she marries the prince. She has to rule over her wicked stepmother and stepsisters, who probably gossip about her all over town. After the wedding, when the glass slippers are packed away, you’ve got to wonder what happened to her. She wasn’t born to be a princess, and being royalty isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. What if meeting the prince wasn’t the answer to a wish but a curse?”
I smile down at him, my beautiful, damaged, and selfless man, and I tell him the conclusion I’ve come to about these tales. “They do tell you the end of the story, Seven.They both live happily ever after, and it’s not because it’s easy or that Cinderella magically knows how to be a royal. It’s not because there are no bumps in the road. They live happily ever after because they’re together, and in the end, that’s all that matters. Life will always be hard. People will always be cruel. But love and family, it’s priceless.”
His hands sweep under my skirt and land on the back of my thighs. “I don’t deserve you.”
I unzip my dress, step out of it, and kick it to the side. “No, you don’t,” I say through a smirk. I lower myself to my knees and reach for his fly. “But I keep you around for your giant cock.”
“Sophia… I’m serious—” His words are choked off by a distinctly male sound as I make short work of his button and zipper and take his dick in my hands. He’s already hard, looking down at me with a soul-deep vulnerability. I wonder how long it took him to work up the courage to try to convince me to leave him. I wonder how long it will take me to convince him I’ll never go.
I tighten my grip around the base of his shaft and slowly swirl my tongue around the head. His thighs clench and his stomach tenses beneath his shirt. It’s a power trip. I work my fingers lower to play with his balls, then leisurely lick from base to tip, adding a swirl of my tongue over the crown again where I know he’s most sensitive. His breath quickens, but he doesn’t move. I do it again, adding the slightest bit of suction at the tip.
He groans. “Gods, Sophia…”
I stare up into his eyes as I take one more languid lick and then suck him deep into my mouth, repositioning myself until he’s all the way to the back of my throat. This time that sound turns into a growl. His fingers claw the back of my head, gathering my hair into his grip so he can watch me.Good.
Taking him deep again and again, I suck harder, move my tongue up and down his cock. His grip tightens at the back of my head, and then he finally starts to move, thrusting hard and quick into my mouth. His luck rises in the room, tingling hot against my skin, between my breasts, between my legs. It draws my nipples to tight peaks beneath the silk of my bra.
“You’re fucking mine,” he says between thrusts, his voice taking on a commanding edge. “Your hot little mouth will never touch another cock, you understand?”
I suck harder in answer and groan as he hits the back of my throat. I’m so hot and wound up I reach between my legs and play with myself as his luck rushes through me. The sight must be enough to push him over the edge because his grip on me tightens and he erupts inside my mouth without warning.
I swallow everything he gives me, my own pleasure building as his luck fills me with hot, vibrating energy. He only lets go of me when I’ve taken all he has to give. Tugging on my hair, he pulls my mouth off his cock and I pant up at him, eyeing him wickedly.
“Whose are you?” he demands.
“Yours.” I wipe my thumb under my bottom lip and spread my knees wider on the carpet. “Always.”
He makes a strangled sound, then pushes me until my back hits the carpet. My panties are off in a heartbeat, and the next second, his tongue is licking up my center. Only it isn’t just his tongue—hot currents of luck are buzzing inside me like the world’s best vibrator. One hand splays across my lower abdomen as the other joins in on the fun. He works one long finger inside me, then two, rubbing circles in just the right place, his breath hot against my clit.
A storm is gathering inside me, low and heavy in my torso. I pant through the intensity, arching against his mouth. “More.”
I grab his head and press him into me. He doesn’t disappoint.
The orgasm rips through me like a stroke of lightning, but it doesn’t stop. His luck chases it, driving it higher. My head is tipped back and I’m blinded by pleasure when he enters me, pitching me over the edge again. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me as he thrusts into my clenching pussy.
“Don’t forget you chose this,” he grits out. “There’s no going back.”
I wrap my arms and legs around him as he empties himself into me again, and my body decides to reward me with yet another mind-blowing orgasm. I’m so high I think I might never come down. Slowly, like two feathers dropped from a height, we both return to earth.
“Fuck, that was intense,” he says, rising so he can look at me.
“Yeah, it was. And I loved every minute of it.”
“Good, because I predict it’s going to happen frequently in the future.”
I reach up to toy with a strand of his hair. “What makes you so sure?”
He strokes the side of my face. “We’re going to need something to do in our castle.”
ChapterTwenty-One
On the night of the Gilded Gala, I emerge from Seven’s room dressed in my perfectly tailored gown and carrying my mask. Valentine was right—this may be the only dress that could make me feel confident tonight. I feel like a queen and I stand up straighter, the weight of the crown light on my head.
Seven stops in his tracks when he sees me, his eyes trailing over me. “Gods, Sophia, I have half a mind to tell Jericho we won’t need the car after all.” He steps in close and grips my chin, running his thumb just under my pouty red lips. “The things I’d like to do to that hot little mouth.”
“You’ll smear my lipstick.” I give him a wink.
