Page 5 of Hands Off
“Stop being so gentle,” she whines.
“Sunshine, you want rough?” That’s not surprising now that I’ve voiced it. “You really want this, don’t you?”
“Yes! Yes,” she softens her voice and I suspect years of royal training have taught her to stay soft and quiet but there’s a fight in those hazel eyes begging to come out. “Everyone is always so delicate and careful. I’m not glass. I don’t break. Fuck me, Romeo. Break me. I want to feel it tomorrow and the day after when my father hands me to whoever pays him the most for my hand.”
Now, that’s a challenge I’ll take. “As you wish, sunshine.” Then I kiss her again, our tongues tangling as I give her just a taste of what’s to come. I sit back and slip on the strap-on, sighing as the stimulator presses against my clit. I’m worked up and have been all morning so I won’t last long but I’m determined to fulfill Juliette’s wishes.
To make her feel me for days to come.
Worry scratches at the edge of my consciousness, that maybe I’m barrelling down a path that I won’t be able to come back from but seeing Juliette splayed out and waiting for me, I ignore it. She’s beautifully bare for me from her full cheeks to the soft thick rolls gathering around her stomach. “Goddess, you’re gorgeous,” I whisper and her entire body flushes a faint pink as I lean down to kiss her again.
The silicone cock presses between us, Juliette wriggling beneath me to position it where she needs. Not soon enough, I angle it toward her entrance, Juliette digging her fingers into my shoulder as I press inside. Her face contorts in a mixture of pleasure and shock when I’m finally inside, the room silent except for our heavy breathing. She bucks forward, the stimulator rubbing against my clit and pulling a groan from my throat.
“It feels so good,” she whispers hoarsely.
I give her time to adjust, waiting for her eyes to open again before I pull out and thrust back in.
“Harder, Romeo.”
Gripping her waist, I let out a deep breath and then start up a pace, ruthlessly plunging into her sex. Juliette’s lips fall open and she slaps her hands over her mouth to cover her sounds but I shake my head. “I want to hear you, sunshine.”
“But the-”
“Let them hear. Let them know just who is giving you pleasure tonight.”
She doesn’t move so I gently pull her hands away from her face, kissing her softly before holding them above her head. I grip her wrists in one hand, holding her waist in the other before I resume my pace, pumping into her. Juliette melts into the mattress as her back arches up toward me, meeting me with every thrust. The stimulation spurs me on toward my own orgasm, Juliette leaning her head forward to catch my nipple between her full lips.
“Sunshine,” I purr as I snap my hips harder. She mewls around my nipple, suckling my breast as her legs wrap around my waist. I’m consumed by a woman I can’t have and will never be able to touch again. I want to savor this moment but I also want to watch Juliette explode and fall apart beneath me. When she gently bites down, I can’t hold back, my entire body shuddering over hers as I come.
Juliette whines through her own release, wriggling beneath me until I let her hands go. I’m not ready for the way she twists me onto my back so that she’s now straddling my waist, furiously circling her hips for another orgasm. Her lips attach to my neck and I wrap my arms around her back as she takes her pleasure. “Again, again,” she pleads.
Her hands sift into my hair, pulling it from its manicured ponytail until it’s spilling around my shoulders and fanning across the pillows. She tugs and grips, her movements wild and free. This is the woman I knew existed beneath the gown and princess airs. This is the woman that stole my heart the first time I saw her.
This is the woman that will break my heart tomorrow when I will have to face the fact that she’s not mine to have.
Chapter 4
JULIETTE
I rest my hands delicately in my lap the next morning, sitting in the lone seat of a carriage borrowed from the tavern. Stuffed in another gown—this one a soft cream—I couldn’t be more uncomfortable with the life I’m traveling back to. The moment everyone learned of my princess status, the town offered anything and everything to Ophelia and her brothers to ensure my safe return to the castle. Whispers spread like wildfire about the screams coming from my room but I don’t care.
Waking up pressed against Ophelia and seeing the love bite on her neck that I gave her last night means everything to me. Just as her handprints are dug into my waist and my lips are bruised from her attentions. No one has ever given me the rough handling that I’ve needed, that I’ve craved. No one has played into my games, chased me down the hall, and pinned me to the stone.
All in one day, I’ve fallen in love with someone that I can’t have and shouldn’t want.
My father would be furious if he found out. He’d marry me off right away, not even waiting for the gala. So, I just won’t tell him. I also won’t be telling him that I intend to carry on with Ophelia regardless of the rules. Last night proved that it was more than just lust between us. There’s a longing I can’t quite describe. It might be childish of me but Ophelia will be mine. I will make sure of it.
The ride is long and uneventful as I rest my head against the edge of the carriage and watch Ophelia’s side as her Fresian trots beside me. Artemis is on the other side, Blaise in front but my eyes are glued to my woman. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, the long strands swaying in the wind as her entire body moves with the gait of her horse.
I could watch her all day, especially the way her torso molds and constricts beneath the armor. A happy sigh leaves me as I fantasize about a world where I could claim Ophelia publicly, without any obstacles. That world exists, here in Kusovania. Queen Daniela’s wife, Seraphina, was her seamstress and her lover before the king allowed and recognized that union. Now Seraphina is Kusovania’s Majesty and rules beside Daniela. They are a match made in heaven and the envy of so many.
Including me.
Unfortunately, I am the princess of Smunia and as such must follow my own kingdom’s rules—which insist on the current ruler choosing the next and their mate.
Thoughts of leaving the kingdom behind have swept through my mind several times but the royal life is the only one I know. Even escaping out here, I’ve had my fair share of troubles trying to navigate everyday things that are usually taken care of for me. Residing as a noble, though, would allow me to claim Ophelia.
Someone knocks on the side of the carriage, pulling me from my thoughts, and I lean forward to find Artemis standing just outside the door. I blink a few times and look through the other side, disappointed to find that Ophelia is a few paces off, already handing their horses off to one of the stable boys. The few kisses she peppered along my face before retreating to her guard personality this morning weren’t enough.
