ROYAL BRIDE (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance) (6 page)

His lips brushed across her bare shoulder. “My old views aren’t so old. You’ll find the more you give me, the more you get from me.” Antonio dragged his tongue across her collar bone, pulling the dress down even further until her breasts were free from the fabric. “Do you know how beautiful your breasts are?” he whispered against her skin, kissing her chest and down to her pert nipple.

“Antonio, we were discussing—”

“Be quiet, wife,” he muttered against her breast. “I’m teaching you a lesson in obedience.”

He knew he should be sterner with her, lay out his expectations. Punish her for blatantly disregarding his orders that morning, but her body tempted him too much, and surely there would be time later to go over all of those things. For now, he would conquer her body.

“I’ve never been obedient.” She laughed. The sound tickled his ears and made his cock a steel rod in his pants.

“That’s why this is a lesson. Now shut up.” He smiled into her breast and used his hands to pin her arms to her sides. “I love the way your skin tastes.” He licked her peaked nipple once more and moved to its twin, sucking it into his mouth and twirling his tongue around. Her soft moan made him growl with satisfaction.

Releasing her arms and breasts from his touch, he bent and lifted her up and over his shoulder. She landed with a grunt and wiggled. “Antonio! I can walk!”

“Shush!” One open-palmed slap to her bottom made her compliant. He took them into the bedroom of their suite and deposited her on the floor while he took a seat on the bed. “Undress for me,” he ordered with a wave of his hand.

One thin eyebrow cocked at him, but she obeyed. Slowly. First, she shoved the dress completely over her hips until it puddled at her feet. Lifting the mess with one foot, she flung the garment onto a nearby chair. Her sandals were easily discarded as they had no strap, leaving her standing before him in the peach lace panties that he’d given her permission to wear while they shopped. The color played well against her perfectly tanned skin, and the lace hugged her curves almost lovingly. It was the first time Antonio had ever felt a tinge of jealousy for a piece of clothing.

“Your panties are still on.” He pointed at her. “I said to undress. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours, then I want to see your ass, and then I want to see your lips wrapped around me.” He wondered at his ability to form words considering how dry his mouth was at the moment.

“Such crude words for a prince.” She smirked as she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of the panties. He remained silent as he watched the lace bunch up and roll over her hips and down her shapely thighs until it lay limply at her feet. Again, she tossed the panties aside with her foot before positioning herself with her hands resting on her hips and her right hip forward, giving him a look that asked him what he wanted next.

“I already told you what I wanted. Come here.” He crooked a finger at her, and after a moment of hesitation, she moved toward him, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. “Tell me, when I realized you were a virgin, were you angry with me for thinking otherwise?” He removed her hands from her hips gently and placed them behind her back.

Dark eyes looked down at him with some surprise. “A little. I gave you no reason to believe I’d slept around.”

“No, you didn’t. But those outfits you wore, those bikinis that barely covered your nipples, let alone the rest of your breasts, do lead a man to think there’s more than a handshake in his future.” He ran his hand down her torso, resting on her hips, holding her between his knees.

“Men who think they can get into my pants because I enjoy a fashionable wardrobe are ignorant, and I won’t cower to ignorance.” He paused in his soft exploration of her belly and looked up at her. Her eyes gave nothing away. She looked completely serious, and he had to hand it to her that she delivered a valid point. “What?”

“I didn’t think of it that way,” he answered honestly. “Women who dress as you did are usually looking for attention.” She looked away—not blatantly, just a small movement of her eyes really, but he noticed the change. Isabella had been looking for attention, just not the sexual kind.
Well, damn
.

“I was a virgin, that’s all that matters, I think.” She put them back on topic. He nodded. “Would you have been angry if I had been with several men before you?” The hint of humor was back in her tone, and her eyes met his again. A challenge lurked there. He was starting to understand her way of thinking. If he claimed that he would have been angry, she would have asked him how many women he had shared a bed with. Then she would point out the plain hypocrisy hidden there, and he didn’t want to get into the conversation about the number of lovers he’d enjoyed over the years.

“I think what matters now is that you are standing before me naked, but I want you on your knees. Can you do that for me, Isabella?” The ire from earlier vanished completely as she sank down to her knees, her hands behind her back. “Good girl.” He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, and pulled them down enough for his erection to pop free of the painful restrains. “Just your mouth,” he instructed, fisting his cock and bringing it to her closed lips. “Open for me.” Her eyes were fixed on his face as she parted her lips and slid her tongue out. He fed his dick into her mouth and groaned as the warmth surrounded him.

Needing no more instruction, she wrapped her lips around him and began to move forward and back, taking him deep into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. He placed a hand on the back of her head, controlling her speed but letting her decide on the depth. Her tongue played around the head of his cock before she sucked him in harder, and he groaned over the great pleasure it brought him.

His hips left the bed as he began to thrust into her mouth, her eyes still watching him. He clenched his own eyes shut after the image of her lips tightly wrapped around his cock and the sound of her sucking him nearly made him spill his seed.

“Fuck,” he growled, thrusting harder into her mouth, almost expecting her to pull back, but she took him deeper. She gagged slightly, and he pulled back, letting her get a deep breath. “I want you on your back, Isabella. Climb on the bed, and spread your legs for me. Hold them open so I can see your pussy.” She sat back on her knees and studied him silently for a moment. “I want to see you, wife. Do as I say.” He gave her nipple a soft pinch, and she rocked her body until she pushed up to her feet. Isabella was proving to be much more obedient than he thought she could be. If only he could get her to behave so sweetly when she wasn’t about to have her pussy licked and brought to a screaming release.

Slipping onto the bed, she maneuvered around him and rested her head on the pillows. He stepped off the bed and removed the rest of his clothing. When he finished and looked her over, he swallowed hard. Her hands held her knees back, and her legs were spread, giving him a perfect view of the glistening lips of her sex.

He climbed back onto the bed, facing her. With just a single finger, he swiped through her wet folds to her clit, rubbing it gently with the tip of her finger. “Perhaps I should keep you naked and wanting all the time. Your compliance is easier to obtain.” He brought his finger, wet with her juices, to his mouth and licked it clean.

“You would be a cruel husband to do something like that.” She smiled widely. The little brat knew he would never treat her in such a way. Although he could think of a few friends in the more uncivilized islands that did indeed keep their wives naked most of the time, ready to service their husbands at any moment. He doubted his Isabella would see such an arrangement beneficial, even when he explained how much the women loved being used and toyed with and how fulfilling they found their relationships.

“I never said I wasn’t cruel.” He smiled. Settling himself between her thighs, he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. Slowly—slower than he thought humanly possible—he slid into her passage. The heated slickness enveloped him, gripping him hard and making him regret trying to tease her. The pain of denial was just as strong for him as her.

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled to the side as he finally sank in to the hilt. His balls pressed against her ass, and he looked down at her with another grin. “Ask me sweetly to fuck you,” he ordered. His hands buried beneath the pillows on either side of her, and he could feel his arms shaking with the need to move within her. But this was a lesson, and she hadn’t learned it just yet.

“Antonio.” She gritted her teeth and tried to make him move by wiggling her hips. He laughed at her failed attempt. Since her hands were holding her knees, she had no leverage.

“If you let go of your legs, I’ll finish quickly and give you no orgasm. Maybe not for several days.” As a threat, it got her attention, but he doubted he’d be able to carry through. “Now, ask me sweetly to fuck you, Isabella.”

She groaned and took a deep breath. “Please fuck me, Antonio.”

“Promise me you’ll be a good girl the rest of the day.” He retracted slowly from her body, but not all the way, just enough to give her some sensual feelings without satisfying any direct need.

“Antonio.” She growled again, and he clenched his jaw. If she moved her hips like she was any more, he wouldn’t be able to hold his reserve for much longer.

He plunged into her hard, then withdrew and thrust into her again, harder. She moaned and pulled her legs back even further. Her wide eyes found his, and her nostrils flared with her hard breathing. He could feel her starting to clamp down around him, knew he was hitting the spot that would throw her into orgasm. He thrust once more and stilled. “Promise,” he ordered.

“I promise!” she yelled and wiggled beneath him again. “Please don’t stop. Please. I promise.”

He began to thrust into her again and again, hard enough that the bed began to creak beneath their movements. She cried out, panting for breath.

“Please!” she begged him, and he knew she wanted to drop her knees. She wanted the leverage to arch up at him.

“Promise me first. Say what I told you to say.” He ground out his command although the waiting was killing him. His heart thundered in his chest, and his muscles clenched tightly.

“I promise I’ll be a good girl! I’ll be good, I promise!” she called out, and he moved his hand between them and rubbed her clit in a circular motion as he plowed into her again. Within two strokes, she was writhing beneath him and screaming into the room. He felt the convulsions of her passage, the tight grip and waves of her orgasm pulling him into his own release.

As his body began to relax and his mind cleared, he gazed down at the beautiful woman beneath him. His wife. Her eyes were soft, their lids almost too heavy to keep open, and her cheeks were flushed with the perfect amount of pink. Her chest rose and fell beneath his own with her breathing as they both began to recover from their lovemaking.

She released her legs, straightening them and moving her hands to cup his face. To his surprise, she pulled him down to her, kissing his lips warmly before leaning back into the pillows with a sated smile playing on her lips.

He rolled to her side, dragging her body to snuggle against him. Antonio rested his arm around her waist and inhaled the female scent as her head burrowed further beneath his chin. “That was a very pleasant lesson,” she whispered, and he grinned.

“Just wait until you see the homework.” He held her in place firmly when she tried to turn to look at him. “Sleep for now. We have to get ready for dinner in a little while, but you need some rest.” He pulled a cover over them and closed his eyes for a moment. Just a moment of rest would do him good as well. Politics and social agendas were on the menu for dinner, and he would need his strength to get through it.

ISABELLA

Isabella couldn’t remove the image of that woman being abducted from her mind. As she walked through the streets of the city with Elisabeth, doing some late afternoon shopping, she swore she saw the same woman duck into a salon.

“Let’s go in here.” Isabella pushed her long-time friend into the salon.

“What’s wrong?” Never misunderstanding Isabella’s facial expressions, Elisabeth could easily read her.

Looking around the salon, Isabella realized she had not seen the woman. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” She shook her head. Her guilt played with her for leaving the woman to be kidnapped.

“What’s going on, Bella? You’ve been acting strange all afternoon.” Elisabeth held the door open for her as they walked back out into the humid air of Chicago. “Is it your husband? You haven’t said much at all about him.”

What was there to say? One minute she hated him, and the next she was begging for his touch. “You’ll meet Antonio at dinner tonight. He insists on being there.” She sounded like a bitter woman being forced into a marriage she didn’t want.

“I want to meet him, too.” Elisabeth pulled her to the side of the walkway and tipped her sunglasses up. Dark brown eyes peered at her. “Bella, I know you don’t love him, and you have always held a fantasy of your prince being more like those men in the romance novels that you hide under your pillow. But you’re grown up now. And you’re a princess!” She waved at the two men standing a few feet away, her security guards at Antonio’s insistence. “A normal life is not for you.”

“I know,” Isabella sighed, giving another glare at the men assigned to her for the afternoon. It was the only way she could get the large buffoon guarding her suite door to agree to let her pass. Antonio was stuck in some meeting all morning, and she didn’t want to sit in the suite all day. While they had been shopping the day before, she hadn’t found a bookstore, and she’d left her own books at home. Her father wouldn’t let her bring them because he said that they were trash and that Prince Antonio wouldn’t approve of such garbage. She only relented because she knew she’d be able to replace them. “It’s not just that.”

Elisabeth glanced at her watch. “I have twenty minutes before I need to head back to the office. What’s bothering you? Has he hurt you? Is he mean? I can’t imagine Raphael allowing you to marry some bastard. As much as he looks like he wants to slap you around whenever I see him, he loves you.”