Fatal Princess by Ella Miles

Ri

I love you—those words ring in my head over and over. Lucy has said she loved me a few times, but I don’t recall Vincent ever saying those words to me—or any other man for that matter.

I never knew how good it could feel.

“Say it again,” I beg.

“I love you, Ri.” He kisses the corner of my mouth.

“I love you, Princess.” He kisses down my neck.

“I love you, Fighter.” He kisses open my robe.

I gasp, my head falling back as he pushes the robe open.

“Your turn,” he says, licking his tongue over the top swell of my breast.

“I hate you, Beckett,” I say as his tongue halts to a stop.

“I hate you for letting another man touch me when you knew I was yours.” I kiss the corner of his mouth.

“I hate you, Bastard, for letting me take my heart back when I gave it to you freely.” I kiss down his neck.

“I hate you, Hero, for being willing to kill yourself in order to save me.” I kiss over his heart.

I can hear his heart thumping slowly in his chest; each painful beat is only for me.

I kiss him hard on the lips. “I love you, Beckett, even when I shouldn’t. Even when you’re a married man and I’m nothing more than a prize in a game I can’t win myself. I can’t promise you anything. I can’t promise you marriage, kids, or a life in the suburbs any more than you can promise me those things. But I can promise that no matter what happens, I’ll always love you. You have my heart, and I’ll protect the piece of yours that’s mine with my life.”

He captures my lips with his, and I melt against him. I forget everything I was thinking. I forget about how much it will hurt when I eventually lose him, either when one of us dies, when he has to return to Odette just to stay alive, or when I have to marry another man to keep him alive. Our future is going to be riddled with heartbreak and pain no matter how much we love each other.

But when he kisses me, I forget about all the pain my future holds, and I just feel him—the wetness of his tongue, the expert way he moves through my mouth, the moans he pulls from me, and the growls he makes in return.

“I’m not going to give you up. Not ever. Not for any reason. I don’t know how we are going to win the game, but if I were to bet, I’d bet on us,” Beckett says. “Love always wins.”

I smile even though I don’t believe his words.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

“I’m going to do a lot more than kiss you. You thought what the guys did to you earlier was erotic; just wait until I get through with you. You won’t even consider what they did to be an orgasm,” he growls.

I grin wider. There’s my jealous man.

Then he lifts me up and spins me around until my ass is on the kitchen table. His eyes roam up and down my body, only covered with my robe.

“I like this—easy access,” he says, flicking open the tie that’s holding my robe together.

I shrug my shoulders, and the robe falls to my waist. His eyes heat at the sight of my naked body, and he bites his bottom lip, just staring at me.

I’m pretty sure I could come from that look alone. It’s so fucking hot, making wetness spill between my legs.

“You’re going to kill me if you don’t fuck me soon,” I moan.

“Then I guess we are both going to die tonight. I need to take my time with you. I need to show every part of your body how much I love it until you believe me.”

“I do believe you.”

He shakes his head. “You do, but it’s tentative. You still think Odette is going to walk into the house, and I’m going to go run to her side.”

“I don’t.”

“A tiny part of you does, and I don’t blame you. But I’m going to change that with how I make love to you.”

Chills race over my body. “No one has ever made love to me.”

He cocks his head with a grin as he pushes his pants down. My eyes get hung up on my favorite appendage of his straining in my direction. “I’ve made love to you every time I’ve fucked you, and this time there will be no denying it.”

Then his body covers mine as he kisses me. His lips are hot against mine as our naked bodies push against each other. My breath catches in my throat, and I know I’m losing oxygen, but I don’t care. I wouldn’t stop this kiss even if it meant my death.

His hand slowly works its way down my face, over my neck, along the swell of my breast, and down to the curve of my hips. Finally, his hand lands on my thigh.

“I love every part of you—every curve, every muscle, every softness, every hardness,” he says.

He kisses over my throat, pulling sharp moans from me. “I love the sounds you make when I kiss you.”

His mouth tenderly kisses my nipple, and then he bites down suddenly, eliciting a yelp from me and a dirty look in my eyes.

He grins playfully. “I love your feistiness.”

His hand dips between my legs, feeling the wetness there. “But most of all, I love how you make me a better man. I’m not worthy of you, but I’m going to spend my life trying to become the best man I can for you.”

I don’t know if I should believe him. Every other time we’ve made promises, we end up hurting and betraying each other. Each time I’ve ended up hurt, but this time feels different.

When he kisses me, he’s saying he won’t let anything come between us ever again. I may be foolish to let him back into my heart so easily, but for a moment, we can be happy again.

“Beckett, I need…,” I moan as the ache between my legs grows. I need him inside me. I need him a dozen different ways. I need him to erase every other man’s touch. I need…exactly what he’s fucking doing.

His fingers push inside me, filling me as his mouth teases over my breasts. My hands run over his rippling back, pressing him hard against my body, but it’s not enough.

I reach between his legs, finding his hard length. At my touch, he gasps. I almost come at the sound of his emotional cry.

We lock eyes, and we know we can’t wait.

I pull him toward my entrance, and he grabs my hips as he sinks inside me one inch at a time. Every inch is like he’s reclaiming my heart and soul. Each inch is a surrender of his own heart and soul. He pushes in so slowly until finally, he’s sheathed himself as far inside me as he can get.

My chest rises and falls quickly against his as our fingers intertwine, mirroring our bodies.

“Is this real?” I ask as his lips lower to mine.

“As real as it gets.”

Then we devour each other as his hips begin to rock. My hips angle up, meeting each of his thrusts.

He said he was making love to me every other time we’ve fucked, but this just feels so different. It feels like a promise of forever.

We don’t say the words. We don’t make the vows. We don’t even voice our love to the other. We just move together, our bodies doing all the talking.

Our soft moans turn louder and more carnal.

Our movements quicken uncontrollably.

Our kisses become hungry, devouring, and painful, drawing as much blood as saliva.

We’re going to wake the whole house, but maybe that’s the point. Beckett looks deeply into my eyes like he’s opening up his soul to me. Making sure the others hear is clearly the last thing on his mind.

My mouth parts and the sounds that escape my body are unlike anything I’ve heard. The softest whimpers, the loudest cries, the most desperate pleas of this happiness to never end fill the kitchen.

“I don’t want this to end, Fighter, but I can’t hold back much longer. I’m about to fucking explode, and I need you to go with me.” The veins on his forehead fill, and I can see how much he’s holding back.

I don’t know how he was able to put together so many words, but I can’t get anything out except a whimper.

The sound must be enough for Beckett to know that I’m close. He grins, pushing his torso harder against my clit and I come undone. I don’t know the exact sound I make—a combo between a wild cat and a siren—but it explodes out of me.

I take several deep breaths, trying to come down from the high of my orgasm, when I notice Beckett on top of me, just staring at me with a shit-eating grin.

“What?” I finally pant out.

He shakes his head, smiling brighter. “You’re fucking incredible.”

I blush. “You are too.”

He kisses me tenderly, and I feel tears welling again. Beckett notices immediately. His grin turns into a stern grimace.“Babe, what’s wrong?”

I brush the tears off my face. “I’m just scared to lose this again.”

He nods as I see similar tears in his own eyes. He doesn’t promise we won’t lose it again because he can’t.

“I need you again,” he whispers into my hair, still with his hard cock in me.

I feel my own need growing again as well. If I can’t have him forever, then I want him as many times as possible today.