EX-HUSBAND'S BOSS FOR VALENTINE

TEASING HER

ROYAL

“Or what?” The way she says it pushes me right to the edge.

I don’t know if it’s the slap still burning on my cheek, the way she looks at me with defiance, or the fact she keeps pushing, keeps demanding to be seen as my equal when all I want is for her to be safe.

My fingers press against the back of her neck just enough to feel the warmth of her skin, the line of her pulse hammering beneath my touch. She’s breathing faster now, her chest rising and falling in uneven waves. I’d like to say she’s afraid, but I know Melania. She will never back down, and I hate having these stupid fights with her.

The more I look into her eyes, the more I want to be angry, to walk away because she has disrespected me enough. But I... I hate the fact that my body wants her even more. Her stubbornness is weirdly sexy, and yes, I’m a sick man, but I can’t help it.

I want her in so many ways. Not just in the way a man wants a woman, but in a way that consumes and destroys—because why do I crave a woman I have only known for weeks? No matter how much she disrespects me.

My hand tightens around her neck, causing her lips to part as she exhales, her breath crashing against my neck as I lean in closer.

“Or what?” I whisper in a rough voice. “You tell me, Melania. What do you think happens next?”

I watch as goosebumps sprout across her skin, and I know she feels what I feel, too.

She should be afraid. I’ve given her every reason to be. But Melania? She stands her ground, tilting her chin up, daring me to cross the line.

A muscle jumps in my jaw as I glance at her mouth. f**k, I want to walk away, but those lips are so damn tempting. Her throat bobs as she swallows, and when she turns, attempting to walk away, I yank her back to me, crushing my lips against hers.

There is nothing gentle about the kiss. I swallow every retort, every complaint she was about to make. Her body melts into mine, her fingers curling around the front of my robe, pulling me closer. My hand slides down the curve of her back, feeling the warmth of her smooth skin through the silk nightdress. f**k, she fit right against me, like we were made for each other, and it only fuels my hunger for her.

She responds, her hands sliding into my hair, tugging slightly, pushing me towards her. A moan escapes her lips, muffled against mine as my hands slide down her legs, lifting her up.

I move forward, guiding her back until the edge of the bed stops me. I stumble, causing a gasp to slip from her mouth as she fists my robe, falling back onto the mattress. My body follows hers, but I brace myself on my forearms, ensuring I don’t crush her beneath me.

Her chest rises and falls beneath me, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes dark and hazy with desire. My body presses against hers, and I feel the heat radiating between us. She doesn’t push me away, and that’s all the confirmation I need.

I lean down, brushing my lips along her throat, reveling in the way her pulse pounds against my mouth. Her breath hitches, and I feel her thighs tighten around my waist, locking me against her.

“Royal…” she whispers my name like she’s pleading for this to happen.

I slide a hand up her leg, pushing her nightdress higher until my fingers meet bare skin. She shivers under my touch, her body arching into mine as my fingers tease her folds. She’s warm, and so damn wet.

Two of my fingers slide into her, pumping into her tight walls slowly. Her fingers tremble as she tries to get a firm grip on my body, but she fails. She’s too far gone.

My mouth trails warm kisses down her neck to the line of her cleavage, then I stop, pulling my fingers out and pushing her jacket down her shoulders. I slide my hand to the strap of her dress, pushing it off, letting her beautiful breasts come into view.

Her n*****s are rock hard, and f**k, it does something to me I can’t explain. I roll my tongue around one before taking it into my mouth, sucking and nibbling gently as my hand finds her entrance again.

With my index and middle fingers sliding in, my thumb finds her swollen c**t, rubbing in slow circles, making her body quiver beneath me.

“F-f**k…” she groans, her breath hot against my ear as she buries her face into my neck. Her nails scratch my scalp in a desperate attempt to ground herself.

Her thighs tremble as I circle her c**t with my thumb, my fingers plunging deeper inside her. She’s hot and tight, gripping me like she’s trying to pull me in even further. Her back arches, pressing her chest against mine, and I take the opportunity to latch onto her other n****e, flicking my tongue over the tip before sucking hard enough to make her whimper.

“R-Royal…” My name falls from her lips in a breathless moan.

Her hips roll against my hand desperately. Her fingers claw at my robe, yanking it open until her hands find my bare chest. She’s losing control, and f**k, I love it.

As she runs her hands down my torso, I feel the way her walls clench around my fingers. She’s close. Her eyes shut tight, her moans turning into gasps, each one getting higher in pitch. Her head falls back, her lips parting—

Then I pull away.