Sinful Crown: A Forbidden Age Gap Romance (Crown Brothers Book 3)
Sinful Crown: Chapter 24

I’m hugging my best friend who’s been crying since we found our way into this spare bedroom. At least I hope it’s a spare bedroom.

“Shhh. Mel.” I’m rubbing slow circles on her back as I hunch next to her on the bed. “Everything is going to be okay.”

She buries her head into my neck, her tears trickling down my shirt and joining the rest as they form a wet spot on my silk blouse.

“It is. You know why?” She pulls away from my hold as her swollen red eyes replace mine. “Because I’m leaving this hell forsaken state and never coming back.”

“Like fuck you are,” a deep voice calls from the doorway, making both of us startle.

Hunter is standing there, his chest heaving in obvious rage… or is that panic?

“Excuse me?” My friend regains her composure, wiping away her tears as she stands.

“You heard me, baby doll. You aren’t going anywhere.” The way he says it, with so much command and possession, sends shivers running through me.

One quick look at my friend and I know she felt it too. “And why is that? I don’t have any reason to stay. Not when my best friend is leaving for college and my brother is always working.”

Hunter takes two steps into the room, closing the distance between him and Melissa. “Because I said so.”

Melissa throws her head back and cackles. “Oh, please. The man who wouldn’t even trust me with his name? That’s hilarious.”

Hunter’s eyes narrow as his face lowers to hers, their lips a mere breath apart. “I’m not joking, Melissa.”

Something flares in my friend’s eyes, determination running through her as she stands tall, never wavering under his stare. “Neither am I, Hunter.”

A clear shiver runs through the Crown brother as he stands over my friend, the image almost indecent for me to witness. It’s clear her saying his name has some sort of effect on him—one that I have no business witnessing.

I’m getting up to give them their privacy when Mel is calling out to me. “No, Mila. Stay. It’s Maverick who needs to leave.”

“You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m leaving you alone right now.” Hunter spits out more words than I’ve ever heard him utter.

“And why is that?” Mel looks up at him, unwavering in her stance.

“Because you’re hell bent on punishing me, and god knows what you’ll do.”

I’m rolling in my lips, trying hard not to smile. But damn. Hunter knows my friend well.

Mel narrows her eyes at him. “Yeah? And you’d deserve it too. Whatever it is I’d do.”

Oh, this is just too funny. It’s clear Melissa doesn’t know what exactly she’d do in vengeance, but she’d do it, and have a hell of a time doing it too.

“I have a better idea.” Hunter picks Mel off the ground and throws her over his shoulder before she’s even had a chance to answer. Not that it stops her once she’s bent over his strapping body.

“Put me down, you fucking caveman!” she hollers as he carries her out the door. “Mila! Stop him!”

“Oh, no. I’m not getting involved.” And I’m not. Not only because I know he’d never hurt a hair on her body, but because despite her putting up a fight, I know that this is what she’s always wanted—that beast of a man finally claiming her.

“Traitor!” Melissa yells down the hallway as I make my way to the door, only to be stopped by the other Crown brother. The one I wanted to avoid at all costs.

“Going somewhere?” Jason walks me back into the room, his hand going to the door and shutting it closed behind him.

“Yes.” I swallow thickly, the sudden lump in my throat making it impossible to breathe. “I need to apologize to everyone.”

“They’re fine. I promise.” He keeps walking until the back of my knees bump against the bed.

“But—but the birthday dinner.” I’m stuttering, trying to replace an excuse that’ll get me out of this room.

“They’re probably done eating. Don’t worry. We’ll have a do-over tomorrow.” His hand cups my face as my mouth falls open in wonder. He says this as if everything that transpired in the last hour could just be shoved under a rug.

“You must be out of your mind if you think we can all go back to acting as if Pen didn’t call out my mother on her true intentions and Melissa and I didn’t get outed as adult entertainers to the entire family.” My scoff is cut off as Jason’s fingers grip my jaw with force.

“You’re not a fucking entertainer, baby. You’re a waitress.”

My eyes shoot up at the realization that Hunter has filled him in. But really, did I expect any different once the cat was out of the bag?

“Does it matter what position I worked? I’m still an employee of the Sapphire.” Jason’s fingers clench tighter around my neck while his body presses harder against mine, the clear bulge in his pants pressing firmly against my belly and making my knees go weak.

I know what that snake feels like inside of me, and the memory of it is making me tingle all over.

“Not anymore, you’re not.” Jason’s guttural whisper brings me back to reality, one where our intimate encounter was just a fluke. Something that could never be repeated.

“Oh? And why is that? Because last I checked, your name isn’t Mila, and you can’t up and decide for me like that.”

“I can. I will. And I just did.” Jason drops his hands to my waist, squeezing it tightly before picking me up and flinging me onto the bed like a little rag doll.

I’m panting, breathless at his sudden moves.

“Jason. I can’t. I have to keep working.” I’m talking as this mountain of a man crawls onto the bed, his body positioning right above mine. “Especially now that I’m not taking that money. I need it for school.”

My words are a whispered plea as his hand replaces my pants. And with one harsh tug, he’s ripped the material clear down my thighs. “No, baby. That money is yours. Everything I own is yours. And you can’t sell something that’s already been taken.”

My heart is beating in my throat as he grinds the palm of his hand on my clit, all while thrusting three fingers into my aching heat.

“Jason,” I mewl.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name. The man who owns this pussy. The man who’d do anything to keep and protect it.” He pumps in and out, his palm continuing its pressure as he lowers his head to my breasts, sucking in a peak over the silky fabric. “Your fucking daddy.”

With his free hand, Jason rips down my blouse, exposing my visibly aroused nipples through the transparent lace of my bra.

“Jesus, baby. They’re fucking perfect. Like two little eraser tips. Perfect for sucking, licking and biting.” He grinds hard down as he utters these filthy words, making my world go black as a rush of emotions floods through me.

He’s my daddy. The man who’s done nothing but look out for me, wanting to please and pleasure me at every turn. How lucky am I to be able to lose myself in his sinful touch, despite knowing that he isn’t really mine?

Somehow, that makes it even more exciting. Knowing that my mother’s future husband is finger fucking me in a house full of people.

“What’s my dirty little girl thinking of?” Jason licks up the column of my neck before his lips are hovering right over the shell of my ear. “Does it turn you on, baby? The thought of me sucking on these perky little tits?”

My walls contract around his fat fingers, letting him know just how much I like it. “Yes. God, yes. But we can’t.”

“And why not?” He’s picking up his pace, my arousal coating his thick digits and making them slide in and out easily now.

“They’ll hear. They’ll hear me coming.” I’m biting down on my lip, trying to keep myself from moaning too loudly as I squeeze my eyes shut. “And they’ll know. They’ll know I’m a dirty girl.”

My legs are shaking as I try to hold myself from my release, but it feels inevitable as Jason rips down my bra, his mouth suckling a perky tip and making me moan out in pleasure.

At this moment, I’m lost to him. Lost in this game we play where I’m his broken little girl and he saves me every time—making me feel good regardless of what’s going on in the world around us.

“Let them hear you, baby.” He’s fucking me fast and hard now, every time he thrusts in, applying pressure to this blinding spot that has my entire body shaking in need. “Let them hear me taking you. Taking what’s mine.”

“God, yes.” I’m lifting up my hips, wanting more of him, needing all of him.

“That’s it, baby. Be a good girl and come for me.” He’s licking across my collar bone before his mouth latches onto my other nipple, giving it a good suckle and tug before he comes up for air, his ravenous eyes landing on my own. “My good girl, letting Daddy fuck your naughty little hole.”

“Oh, please.” I’m whining, unable to help it at the thought of his massive appendage impaling me where I lay. “I need more.”

Jason snarls, his body lifting off of me with such force, I’m worried he’s changed his mind. But upon looking up at him, I see that I have nothing to worry about. No. This wall of muscle is ripping his shirt off his body before he’s undoing his belt, the piece of leather being tossed to the side as his fingers deftly undo his pants.

I can’t help it. Despite knowing that he could never really be mine, I let my fingers pull down his boxers, making that massive dick of his pop out, the wide head lining up perfectly with my mouth.

I don’t hold back.

I take it into my mouth and suck, swirling my tongue around the swollen tip and reveling in Jason’s musky taste.

He’s perfect. Never in my life did I think sucking a man off would be enjoyable, but as I bob up and down, taking Jason’s length in as far as I can, I can’t think of anything else I’d rather be doing than taking his body into mine—any way I can get it.

“Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me blow.” Jason is holding my head with both of his hands as he thrusts into me hard, his fat tip hitting the back of my throat over and over, making me gag. “You’ve got no idea how beautiful you look, taking Daddy’s cock into that perfect mouth.”

I’m whimpering around him, my eyes tearing up at his words. I love the way we play. Being cherished and used in every way that brings this man pleasure is something I could do for the rest of my life.

My entire existence, I’ve always been an afterthought, never someone’s focus. But here, in this man’s arms, I’m his everything. His entire world. I see it in his eyes.

He’s absolutely perfect for me.

There’s just one problem. He isn’t mine.

Jason must see the change in my eyes because he’s slowed his pace, withdrawing as he brings me onto his lap, cradling my body to his now mostly naked one.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, baby? Tell me what you need.”

I’m rubbing my nose against the bare column of his neck, breathing him in as his hard length jumps up against my slit.

It’s clear he’s still horny, but he’s willing to stop his pleasure just to make sure that I’m okay. That alone has me melting into a damn puddle. He really is my daddy.

I’ve heard Melissa talk about these guys in her books but always thought it childish to think that there are men out there who would baby you, making sure you were cared for in every possible way.

Never had I found it appealing until now. Now that I’m in Jason’s embrace, his thick cock slowly sliding up and down my drenched slit as I uncontrollably rock on him.

I feel a sense of peace settle over me as I promise myself that I’ll have him one last time—fully and completely, playing our little game without holding back.

He may not be mine in the long run, but he’s mine right now and I plan on enjoying every second of it.