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

I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

Mila, five months pregnant and laying on the bow of the boat, soaking up the sun’s rays and making that caramel skin of hers glisten. It’s mouthwatering perfection.

We’re on our honeymoon, and if I could get her pregnant all over again, I would. Fuck how I want to. Claiming her body over and over again until all she knows of is me.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” Mila pulls down her glasses, peeking over the rim at me with those gorgeous eyes of hers.

“Don’t tempt me, baby. I just might.”

She laughs as she raises herself onto her forearms. “No. God, no. It already took you forever to come out here. And why’d it take you so long? I thought we agreed. No work on our honeymoon.”

Rolling in my lips, I lower myself and crawl over her delectable body. “Wasn’t work. It was Jack.”

“Oh? And what did your brother want?” She’s raising a brow at me and I know I can’t deny her the truth.

“Nothing. He was just letting me know the update on Catherine and Raul’s whereabouts.”

My girl squeezes her eyes shut. And this is just the type of reaction I didn’t want on our trip.

“Where are they?”

“I’ll tell you under one condition.” I’m salivating at the mere thought of it.

“What is it?” Mila’s eyes narrow, but the biting of her lip lets me know she’s got a good idea of what I’m about to ask for.

I trail a hand up her inner thigh, stopping at the sweetest juncture known to mankind, giving it a quick slap for good measure. “You let Daddy lick that tight little pussy.”

Mila lets out a gasp which quickly turns into a moan as I rub the spot I’d just abused.

Ever since she hit that second trimester, I swear she’s hornier than I am, practically jumping me at every turn. Not that I mind. I would live inside her if I could.

“Yes. I agree. Hell yes, I agree.” She’s tilting her hips up into my hand and I’m thankful for this distraction, because what I’m about to tell her isn’t really comforting.

“They’re up in the Appalachian Mountains. Doing a damn good job of keeping their exact location private. But the men of WRATH are on it, and between them and my brothers hunting them down, I have no doubt it’s only a matter of time before those pieces of shit are pulled out of hiding.”

“Good.” She rubs herself harder on my fingers. “That’s good. They’re great at what they do.” Mila stops, letting out a soft mewl before she undulates her hips once more. “Does that mean Austin is on talking terms with Hunt—.”

My girl lets out an absolutely sinful sound and I’m not sure how I feel about it. “Baby, I get you’re concerned about my brothers, but let’s not talk about them while you’re on the verge of getting off.”

“Hey, Austin is my brother, too.” Mila pouts.

I raise a brow and shake my head. “Now that you’re officially a Crown, they’re all your brothers. But that doesn’t change me not wanting you moaning and talking about them at the same time.”

Mila cackles. “Oh god, I’m just glad you didn’t turn out to be my brother. Could you imagine? I’d have to go all Hale by K. Webster on you.”

“Hale who?” I haven’t even finished asking my question before Mila is grabbing my head with both hands and shoving it onto her heat.

“Enough words. I need you, Daddy. Please. Lick it and make it feel better.”

Instantly, I’m groaning into her slit, my cock growing painfully hard in my trunks.

All she has to do is say the magic word and I’m all in, loving this game we play. The one where I take care of her needs and desires, no matter how dark. And god, how I revel in it. Making her feel cherished and adored. Protected and desired. All the while giving her unconditional love because she’s mine. Mine until the day I die.

“Screw it. You’re taking too long.” Mila pushes me away and back, giving herself enough room to straddle me in place. “I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Shall I also play possum?”

Mila stills at my words, her nose scrunching up in that adorable way. “What?”

“You know… pretend I’m asleep. You seem to have a thing for taking advantage of me whenever I’m passed out.”

Instantly, Mila’s face flashes pink. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Biting the corner of my lip, I fight back a smirk. “Baby. You woke me up with head, and let’s not forget the incident on this very boat…You do know that it’s set up with surveillance cameras, right? State rooms not excluded.”

Mila’s face goes from flushed to pale in a matter of seconds. “Oh god.”

I chuckle, squeezing her waist and rutting against her from below. “No not ‘Oh god.’ More like, ‘Daddy. Oh fuck, Daddy.’”

“Nooooo.” Mila buries her face in her hands, but I secure her in place. She isn’t going anywhere.

“Don’t be embarrassed, baby.” I dig the pads of my fingers deeper into her supple flesh, anchoring her to me. “It was the first step of many that brought us here and I wouldn’t change a damn second of it.”

Just as I finish speaking, Mila drops down, pressing her upper body to mine. “I’m mortified.”

“Seriously. Don’t be.” I rub my palms down her curvaceous hips, enjoying the softness of her skin against the callous of my own. “In fact. Why don’t we recreate it.”

I grind into her drenched slit, my hands deftly untying the knots on either side of her bikini before feeling the thin material fall away. Fuck, she’s perfect.

Mila moans as I grind her on my hard length, the thick rod needing inside her this very moment. “That’s right. Ride that cock just like before. Take what’s always been yours.”

“Jason,” Mila whimpers, my name sounding like the sweetest of words falling from her lips.

“What, baby? What does my girl need?”

“This.” She reaches down and pulls me out before I can even moan her name. “I need it, Daddy. I need it inside me. Right. Now.”

She’s rubbing the tip against her swollen clit, a shudder wracking her body with every upward stroke, and there’s no denying her. Not when she’s hungry for this cock.

“You know what to do, sweetheart.” Lifting Mila, I position her right over my aching crown. “Fuck Daddy good and hard.”

And like the good girl she is, my baby slides down inch by inch, sucking up whatever’s left of my soul and tying it to her.

“Mmmph. Yesssss.” Mila hisses as she fully seats herself on me. “You.” She pivots her hips and I swear I see God. “Feel.” One more grind and she’s clawing at my chest. “So.” Shit. Shit. Shit. She’s squeezing the ever-living-fuck out of my cock. “Good”

“Mila, baby. You keep throttling me with that vice grip and I’ll have no choice but to paint your walls.”

“Yes. Make me dirty.” She slowly grinds up before coming back down, the sensation making my body coil with the need for release.

And because I can’t deny this woman a damn thing, I turn us before lowering her onto her back, never once losing our connection. With a hand behind her head and another at her hips, I thrust up, hard and fast—our groans of ecstasy floating loudly through the bay and making it clear to anyone passing by that I’m claiming what’s mine, what will always be mine.

“Fuck, baby. Your cunt feels so good.” Slowly pulling out, I linger on every tingle of my spine and squeeze of my balls. It’s heaven. Mila’s body is what dreams are made of, the true definition of pleasure and paradise.

More. I need more.

I pull down her top, lowering my head and taking a mouthful of her tit, suckling the hard nipple all while I slowly push in and out of bliss.

Christ. I love the way she moans with every intrusion. Wanting to reward my baby, I gently bite down on the pebbled tip before lathing the battered flesh and giving it another swirl.

“God.” Mila’s legs wrap around my waist, the flat of her feet pressing hard into my ass. “Faster, Daddy, please. I need it. I need to come.”

With a loud pop, I release her juicy tit and move both hands to her ass, lifting her up so the tip of my cock hits that magic button inside her walls.

“Ohhhhh. Shit.” Mila whines and I know I’ve reached it, the spot that’s sure to leave my girl a sopping mess.

Over and over again, I slide in and out—making sure to fuck her hard and slow, pulling out the most sinful of sounds.

She’s whimpering now and I know she’s close, her walls fluttering around my fat girth, squeezing beads of cum out of my tortured cock.

“That’s it, baby. Come for Daddy.” I free one of my hands, using the pads of my fingers to slap the side of her bouncing tit. “Milk that fucking cock.”

Like a firing shot, my words are the trigger to Mila’s release, her loud moans bouncing off the bay like music to my ears. Fuck who hears. She’s mine and I don’t care who knows it.

Yes, I may have over a decade on her, and she may have started off as my future stepdaughter—but she’s mine now, and I plan on enjoying every whimper and moan. Starting right-fucking-now.

As if reading my thoughts, Mila clings to my body, her arms hanging on for dear life as the purest of pleasures runs through us both. And like a domino effect, her channel shuddering around me sets off my own release. Christ. The world fades and my vision turns dark as I tunnel my focus on the sensation exploding through me and into her womb. Life. That’s what this is.

Mila woke up a part of me that was dead, never to surface until it had met its match. And here she is, all perfect and mine. My very own sinful Crown.