Orient Fevre (6 page)

“Remind me to fucking murder you later. I think the jail time would be totally worth it.”

His laugh exploded. Levy wrapped his arm around my waist and drew me closer. He was about to kiss me when he caught sight of somebody he knew. “Ambassador Rothwell. Delightful to see you.”

“Prince al’Tarakh. I see are you enjoying this lovely evening.” The ambassador eyed me with curiosity. “And who is this enchanting creature?”

“This is my
dhamari
, Violet Cross.”

“I’m not your freaking wife!”

Levy laughed. “We’re still ironing out a few kinks. Violet isn’t yet accustomed with D’Keghan tradition.”

The ambassador let out an understanding sigh. “But you claimed her in the
Kisacte-nya Zharaiha
?”

“Indeed.”

“Then it’s official. When are you going to break the news to the king?”

“Soon.” Levy looked at me. “Very soon.”

“Congratulations.” The ambassador beamed. “Then you won’t mind if I have Miss Cross’ dance?”

“Absolutely not.” Levy lifted my hand and proffered it to Ambassador Rothwell. He winked. “Behave,” he mouthed. He patted his breast pocket where he had the remote to my pleasure bullet.

I wondered what the penalty was for murder on this planet? The ambassador took my hand and I had no choice but to dance with him. He swept me to the middle of the floor and we glided among the guests. I was a terrible dancer, but the ambassador was a good sport. He didn’t mind I stepped on his foot so many times.

“Miss Violet Cross,” Ambassador Rothwell broke our ice. “If you would be so kind as to quench my curiosity, how did you meet Prince al’Tarakh?”

“In a bar.” I was to the point.

“In a bar?” the ambassador echoed. His voice was laced with amusement. “Did he approach you and tell you you’re his mate? Draconians are brazen when it comes to claiming their women. I heard the prince had been on a quest for a bride for a while.”

“No. I paid him a thousand credits for a quickie. And he tricked me.”

The ambassador laughed heartily. “My dear, that is simply enchanting. The king will be delighted when he hears this story.”

Oh, brother. I obliged the ambassador in small talk as I caught Levy’s eyes. He stood near the ice sculpture. He had a flute of champagne in his hand, sipping it as he watched me dance. When I flipped a finger in his direction, he reached into his pocket. I stiffened a moment later. The bullet hummed harder. Fuck. A hot flush rushed through me. I had to stop. I couldn’t dance anymore. All I could feel was the thrumming of the bullet. I had to end this madness. And kill Levy. Forget the gun, I’d strangle him with my bare hands.

“Are you okay, child?” Ambassador Rothwell looked concerned.

“I need some air, Ambassador. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not.” The ambassador patted my hand lovingly. He escorted me back to Levy. “Thank you for the dance, Miss Cross. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He gave my hand back to Levy. “Your
dhamari
is a lovely woman, Prince al’Tarakh.”

I’m not his freaking wife
, I muttered under my breath. Geezes! I grabbed Levy’s arm and dug my nails into his expensive suit, letting him know that his shenanigans were over. “Let’s go back to the ship. Party’s over.”

“Wonderful. My stateroom or yours?” Levy put down his champagne flute.

“Neither. I’ve had enough of your game.”

“No deal. I’m enjoying this party.”

“As your bodyguard, I’ll say your safety had been compromised. I have the authority to haul your sorry ass back to the ship.”

Levy cast me a naughty grin. He patted his pocket.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Let’s go, kitten. I know just how to scratch your itch.” He seized my arm and swept me towards the balcony.

“Levy!”

“Sssh, you don’t want to make a scene, do you?”

Like a fool, a semi-dazed, lusted drunkard, I let Levy steer me to a private balcony. He paused to close the glass doors. A cool breeze whispered around us. The terrace sounded so silent. The noises from the music and the crowd were muffled.

“Now, where were we?”

I groped his pocket hunting for the remote. Levy snatched my hand and held it firmly.

“Give me the remote.”

“Kiss me, Violet.”

“Screw you. Give me the fucking remote.”

“I’ll give you the screw and the fucking. But I don’t know about the remote. I love seeing you like this. You look so beautiful when you’re horny.”

I was drunk, delirious with need. I couldn’t stand this torture anymore. I needed to come or the buzzing needed to end. “Please, Levy, make it stop.”

He purred, looking triumphant. “Violet. Kiss me.”

I wanted to punch him. I wanted to kick his ass. But I was helpless. He had total control over me. I’d never been like this before. I was breathless when I tiptoed to give him a kiss. He snuck his palm on the small of my back as our lips met. I kissed him. Tenderly. His tongue wet my lip, tracing me with curiosity. I trembled with burning desire. The ecstasy had taken me into the edge, and all he’d done was kiss me.

He parted his lips, his eyes luminously blue as he watched me shiver with arousal.

“Poor kitten,” he whispered. “I won’t tease you anymore.” His hand moved into his pocket and the bullet stopped vibrating.

I panted, relieved, wanting to collapse on the floor. Levy kissed me again, sweet and tender as his hands travelled over my thighs. He bunched up my gown and slipped his hands on my pussy.

“Shit,” he whispered between our kiss when he found out how wet I was.

I was practically drenched with my own liquid lust.

“Take it out,” I urged him. I heard the fabric tear. He ripped my panties off without a shred of modesty. “I meant the fucking bullet!”

“Whoops.” He pecked a kiss on my lips. “I like this better.”

“Oh.” He cupped my mound and slipped a finger into my burning heat.

The wicked bullet fell into his palm. I pushed his hand away and drew a relieved breath. It was over. He couldn’t torture me anymore.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Levy pulled me into his arms again. “We haven’t finished.”

I groaned.

He shushed me quiet. “You don’t think you’re leaving me out like this, do you? I’m hard for you.”

“Levy, you’re always horny.”

“Well, I blame you.” He hitched up my gown and trapped me between him and the balcony railing. “You made me like this, you wicked little temptress. I can’t control myself whenever you’re near.”

He pressed his hard erection on my pubis, letting me know that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. But I vowed to myself I wouldn’t sleep with him anymore. He complicated my life. And the worst part was I couldn’t resist him. It drove me nuts.

“I’m not going to fuck you, Levy.”

“Wrong, try again.”

He wrapped one arm around my waist, offering me no surrender while his free hand unzipped his pants. I sucked a hard inhalation when I felt the tip of his cock graze my cunt. The impact was devastating. My defences came crumbling down like the fabled Babylon tower. My body screamed with manic needs, wanting him, lusting for him…damn him, damn him, damn him.

Levy took my silence as a sign of surrender. He lifted up my thigh and thrust himself inside me. My heart pounded hard as everything around me palpitated into slow motion. I could feel every inch of his flesh spearing me open, that thick fat cock plundering me, robbing me off the last strands of my sanity. His cock throbbed inside me. Hot. Wickedly good. I clawed his shoulders, whimpering, while my pussy clenched around his hard shaft.

He kissed me when the ecstasy left me speechless. And his kiss said it all. I started to find the truth in his words. Maybe we were destined to be together. Maybe I really was his mate. He made me feel like no man ever had before. My wicked prince, highly addictive like the sugary sweet confection.

“Do you feel it?” he whispered.

I watched him in a daze.

“Do you feel our bond?” He touched my face, fingertips tracing my lips. “Don’t deny it. You know it, you feel it.”

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t bear admitting what I felt. Everything was happening too fast. It was too surreal. “Shut up and fuck me.”

Levy narrowed his eyes. “Stubborn little kitty. Before this week’s end, I swear I’m going to make you admit that you love me too.”

I grabbed his hair and kissed him hard to silence his taunts. He grabbed my ass and started to pound me. I tore my mouth off him, gasping for air. Tendrils of fire burned inside me, licking my spine, singeing my every nerve tip. With a growl, Levy reclaimed my lips. He kissed me as viciously as he fucked me. I clung onto him, savouring the bittersweet surrender. He’d barely moved a dozen strokes when I was ambushed by a violent orgasm. I shouted a muffled scream as the climax wiped my mind blank. I dug my nails into his expensive suit, not caring if I ruined it. I begged him to stop as my body shook with tremors. And he did.

He watched me as I slowly ebbed back to reality. He was smiling the whole time, looking as if he got a kick from watching me come.

“Let’s go back to the ship and finish our business in privacy.”

“I don’t…”

“No argument. I need you as much as you need this.” Levy withdrew and zipped up while I was still semi-dazed from my explosive orgasm. I was so flushed, I must have looked like a woman who had gone without her medication this morning as Levy herded me through the ballroom and out to the front door.

Such a bodyguard I was.

Chapter Four

Levy kissed me as soon as we arrived at his stateroom. The doors weren’t even closed yet when he seized me with urgency and mauled my lips hungrily. His tongue stroked deep into the cavern of my mouth as he tightened his grip on my arms. I melted under his kiss. Melted like goo. My pussy throbbed with need. My nipples ached. My blood boiled as he burned my sanity to cinder.

When he finally stopped kissing me, I wanted to faint on the floor. Levy didn’t give me that chance. With one arm curled around my waist, he ripped my clothes until there wasn’t a single thread on my body. I was naked, except for the pair of stilettos I was wearing.

“Leave those on,” he said when I wanted to slip them off. “You look so beautiful in them.”

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was too horny. Typical male fantasy. Naked chick with high-heeled shoes. What was up with that?

He released his arm and ordered me to stay still. His eyes raked over my nakedness as if he was feasting over his conquest. He probably thought of me that way, his conquest, and after lusting after me for a few days, he’d finally gotten me naked and willing…

Then, he touched me.

Tenderly. The tip of his fingers seared my skin, delivering sparks of pleasure down my spine. I trembled, anticipating what he’d do next. We hadn’t talked much during the limo ride from the Ball to Orient Fevre. The tension between us had loomed like a highly strung cello string waiting to snap. He hadn’t come when he’d fucked me on the balcony, and the impressive bulge in his pants looked…intimidating. Levy appeared as if he had restrained himself a great deal. Maybe he wanted to make the night last. Driving me ragged. Fucking me to oblivion.

Shit. I began to look forward to it.

Levy lowered his head, cupped my face and breathed on my lips. “You’re so beautiful, Violet. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”

I shivered even more. He didn’t speak with his usual princely arrogant tone. He sounded as if he was confiding his deepest, truest feelings to me. And I couldn’t help but be touched by it.

“Levy…”

He purred. Then kissed me. He licked the side of my jaw, tasting my skin. “Mine,” he whispered on my ear.

He felt me, one hand kneading my breast. His fingers plucked and pinched my nipple. God. The ache in my pussy worsened. I creamed. My cunt clenched. I touched him back, my hands settling on his hair. I fisted his silky strands as he kissed my breasts and sucked my nipple.

“Mine.” He declared it with a sheer dominance, like a beast upon his prey.

My heart drummed wildly when he squeezed my ass and continued kissing me down to my belly. He knelt. The trail of his kiss burned my skin as his lips brushed my mons.

He looked at me and whispered, “Mine.”

I indulged myself in a scream when his mouth found my pussy. Instinctively, I dug my nails on his scalp as his agile, treacherous tongue unearthed my deepest secret. He licked my pussy lips. He licked my clitoris. He licked my opening and thrust his tongue as deeply as he could muster. Holy God in heaven. I shook with desire. He ate, sucked, and devoured me until I saw the shades of pleasure painted before my eyes.

White when he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue.

Blue when he bit my pussy lips and suckled me as if I were a delicious fruit.

Pure red when he fucked me with his tongue as rough as when he used his cock.

I writhed. My breaths came in a fevered beat. The pleasure was unbelievably sinful. When he growled and swirled his tongue inside me, I came so hard the world faded away from my vision for a long moment. My legs couldn’t support my own weight. I collapsed on the floor, sobbing from the intensity.