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

“Talk to me, baby.” I run the palm of my hand up the smoothness of her back, stopping only once my fingers have gripped onto the nape of her neck, squeezing it in a possessive hold. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell Daddy what’s wrong so he can make it feel better.”

Mila whimpers, her sopping pussy flexing against my hard length, and I swear it takes everything in me not to ram it up into her tight hole. Shit. She loves this as much as I do. This power play where she’s my baby and I’m her strong daddy. God, how I fucking love it.

It gets my dick painfully hard just thinking of it, and having her here, sitting in my lap, whimpering at my use of our special words is almost too much for me to bear.

“Baby, you’re killing me. I don’t know how much longer he can hold off.” My cock taps against her slit once more, begging for entry. “Be a good girl and tell me what’s wrong.”

Mila blinks up at me, her eyes going big and round as her bottom lip quivers. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ve been a bad girl.”

Oh, fuck. She’s going all out and the alpha in me roars to life, needing to play along, so I do. “And why is that?”

“I’ve been having these dirty thoughts.” She bites her lip playfully as she bats her lashes at me, and god I swear I’m about to nut where I sit.

Never in my life have I wanted to care for a woman the way I do, Mila, and this is just another facet of it. One I enjoy very much.

“Are you going to tell me what those dirty thoughts are, or are you going to make me pull them out of you?” I raise a brow at her as I gently swat the side of her tit, my eyes unable to keep from watching her juicy breasts jiggle.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to tease.” She smirks, a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Like fuck you don’t.” I mumble under my breath, rolling a hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger before I give it a good pinch.

Mila lets out a little yelp which quickly turns into a mewl as I lower my head and lap at the abused nipple, reveling in her sweet taste.

“Oh, yes.” She’s panting, holding my head to the breast I’m suckling. “That’s it. That’s what I’ve been thinking about.”

At this I grab her by the waist and fling her onto the bed once more, my large body towering over her much smaller one.

“What, sweetheart? Having me lick your sweet little cherries?” I pull her thighs open, setting my erection right over her heat and giving it a good grind on that last word. “God, baby. You make Daddy feel so good when you let me suck on them, those perfect little tits that have been invading my head for far too long.”

Mila moans as I take another full-mouthed pull, flicking my tongue against the hard little nub.

“Mmmm, yessss. Just like that.” She’s shaking her head back and forth against the bedspread, all while her slender fingers trail down to my ass and squeeze. “I know it’s wrong. I know you belong to her. But I can’t help it, Daddy. I want you all to myself. You’re mine. All mine.”

“Oh fuck, baby. You’re all that I want too.” Unable to hold back any longer, my mouth dives for hers, intertwining our tongues in a dance of carnal lust and pleasure. She’s everything I never knew I wanted, all wrapped up in one hot as hell and kinky package. “I know it doesn’t seem right, and everything feels fucked up, but let me in, baby. Open up those sweet little thighs and let me take you. Make you mine. I promise I’ll be good to you—to our babies.” I trail an open palm to her abdomen, my heart beating overtime at the thought of her swollen with child.

There’s hesitation behind Mila’s eyes and I don’t think she knows the extent of my love for her, but I intend on making it crystal clear.

Taking my aching cock in hand, I rub the swollen head up and down her drenched slit, stopping at her clit and circling it once, twice. “Do you want this, baby? Do you want Daddy’s cock?”

Mila bites her lip and nods, a mixture of lust laced with shame dancing across her delicate features.

“Well, you can’t have it.”

Her mouth hangs open, eyes blinking up at me in confusion. “But, why?”

“Because you think there’s something wrong with what we have. What we feel.” I release my aching member and place both hands on either side of her head, letting my nose trail up the column of her neck before taking her earlobe into my mouth and sucking. “That’s the rules, baby. You can only have Daddy’s cock when you realize you’re the only hole he wants to be in. For the rest of his life. I’d rather die than be with her, or anyone else.”

Pulling away, I see that Mila’s mouth is still hanging open. Taking her bottom lip into my mouth, I suck, only releasing it once I’ve given it a little nip.

“You’re it for me, baby. You’re all that I want. I don’t care if it’s wrong or what the world will think. Least of all your mother.”

“Jason.” My name is but a whisper on Mila’s lips, her hands cupping either side of my face. “God, how I love you.”

I swear my heart swells to two times the size upon hearing her words. “Baby, I love you too. And I’ll love you for the rest of my life if you’ll let me.”

Mila wraps her arms around my neck, bringing me down to her for yet another kiss before her small hands are pushing against my shoulders and forcing me onto my back.

“Does this mean you accept my offer?” I’m staring up at her, my eyes roving over her exposed flesh—so much beauty, I don’t know where to start.

Mila straddles me, her hot pussy sliding up and down my steely length. “It means—oh god, your dick feels so good, Daddy—it means…” She slides up and down me once more before I’m digging my fingers into her hips, grinding her on me in need of relief. “Ohhhh, fuck. I’m coming.”

My cock bobs up against her slit, wanting inside, but I’ve yet to hear her say she’ll be mine. With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I halt my girl’s movement, her whimpering cry one I feel right down to my swollen balls.

“Not until you promise me, little girl.” My nostrils flare as Mila deliberately makes a show of playing with her tits.

“But don’t you want to put it in me? Feel my tight little hole?”

Gaaaaah. “Fuck, baby. Why do you have to make this so hard?” Just then, my cock pulses in agreement. “See? Look at what you do to your daddy.”

“I’m sorry.” Mila’s fingers scratch down my abdomen before one of her hands is trailing behind her, squeezing the very balls I’d just mentioned, the action pulling a guttural moan straight from my chest. “Poor Daddy, let me make you feel better. Let me take care of you like you take care of me.”

My mouth goes dry at her words and I’m rendered speechless as she lifts her puffy slit to just above the tip of my cock. “Just say yes and let me give you what you need—what you really want.”

Holy fucking hell. Pack my bags and book me a ticket straight there, because that’s where I’m going. Hell.

I’m powerless to stop her, in awe of her body as she slowly lowers herself onto the crown, letting just the tip inside and clenching her inner walls around me.

“Fuck, baby. You know how to touch Daddy just right, don’t you?”

Mila gives me a mischievous grin as she lowers the rest of the way in one fell swoop, making both of us gasp as she bottoms out around my fat girth. She’s whimpering, her walls already milking me in place, and I know I won’t last much longer.

“Ummph, Daddy. You’re so big.” She ripples around me, making me see stars, only to bring me back down with her next words. “Are all men like this?”

The thought of Mila with anyone other than me makes me see red, the fury it elicits making me flip her over in one swift roll. “Never, Mila. That’s how many times you will lay with another man. Do you hear me?”

I’m thrusting my big cock into her small hole, over and over again, not caring that this is only her second time. She’s mine and I’m claiming her good and hard, leaving no question as to who this pussy belongs to.

“Tell me, Mila. Tell me you understand.”

“God. Yes.” Her words are coming out staccato with each thrust of my hips, but they’re not good enough. I need to hear it all. Hear that she’s really mine. “Fuck. Yes. Daddy.”

“Oh shit, baby.” I pull my chest back, giving me enough space to watch her fat tits jiggle with every pump of my cock. “Tell me. No other, Mila. Just me.”

“Yes. Yes. Yesssss.” She’s pulling me down with force, her hands latching onto my shoulders. “Yours, just yours. Always. Alwaaaaaays.”

She’s contracting around me, milking me not only with her actions, but with her words. She’s finally giving me what I’ve been craving all of this time. A future together.

The thought alone has me releasing rope after rope of sticky cum into her womb, all while I thank the heavens that this girl is finally mine. Come what may, I know it’ll be alright because we’ll have each other, and that’s all that really matters.

Mila

No regrets. As I remember the look on Jason’s face, I know that what I said was something that had to be done.

Despite what he promised, there’s no way we could make this work, not if he’s having a child with my mother.

“But why, Mila? You all but swore yourself to me as we made love. Why are you going back on your word now?”

“That wasn’t a lie, Jason. My heart, body and soul will always belong to you and no other. For goodness’ sake, my body only came alive in your presence, and I have no doubt that that’s how it will remain for as long as I live.”

Jason’s brows furrow as he takes a step forward, but I take a step back—closer to the door. “If that’s the case, then I don’t see why we can’t make this work. I already told you, I don’t have a problem with declaring my intentions with the world.”

“I know.” A tear slips down my heated face, unable to hold my sorrow in any longer. “But just because we can, doesn’t mean we should.”

Jason takes another step forward, but I hold both palms up. “No. I’ve decided. It’s better if you stay with Catherine, raise your baby together and give it at least one good parent.”

“Right.” He chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. “So I’m just supposed to forget everything that’s happened between us, and ignore the fact that the other half of my heart is going on without me?”

I close my eyes, not wanting to see the anger on his face. “I’m sorry.”

There’s nothing more to say, but as I’m turning to leave, Jason grabs my wrist and halts my retreat.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

Turning my head back toward him, I give him the most sincere smile I can muster. “Back to the cabin, and then home tomorrow morning.”

“Look, Mila. I love you enough to let you go if that’s what you truly want.” I know this is what I said I wanted, but his words still slice through me like a double-edged sword, making me blink back the tears as Jason’s eyes narrow and jaw clenches. “But you’ll have to let me walk you back to the cabin. It isn’t safe.”

Yeah. That’s not happening. If I’m alone with him for one second longer, I’m bound to cave, agreeing to whatever he asks of me. No. I need to leave, and I need to leave now.

I give Jason a small nod and thankfully he releases me, turning to grab the pair of pants we so eagerly tossed to the side before. But as soon as he isn’t within arm’s reach, I whisper my apology and run, running as fast as my legs can carry me and never braving a look back.

I’m still running as I enter a thicket of trees, leaving the open field behind and taking in the full extent of what I’ve done.

No. There are no regrets. I will always look back at the moments we had together and feel nothing but joy and peace. I’m making the right decision. I know I am.

But as I trek through the tree lidded path, I can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, I gave up on us too soon. Maybe there was a way for all of this to workout where everyone is happy.

I’m slowing my pace, unsure if I should turn back when I hear the breaking of a branch, the suddenly eerie path back to the cabin transforming into something of nightmares.

It’s dark now, the only light being the one from the dimly lit moon beyond the clouds. Shit. Maybe I should’ve waited to come back here with Catherine. Catherine. The woman whose man you let defile you… Yeah. That wouldn’t have been awkward at all.

I listen, but there’s only silence, save for the rustling of leaves against the wind.

It’s probably all in my imagination. Been listening to too many True Crime podcasts. Shaking my head, I continue down the trail only to stop once I hear another branch crack.

“Who’s there?” I’m whirling, calling out into the darkness, begging for whoever is out there to come out.

It’s an animal. It has to be. God. That doesn’t make it any better. This is bear country and we are way beyond Spring.

Wanting to get out of the woods and into the cabin, I pickup my pace, practically running until I see the clearing up ahead, the warm glow of the cabin lights guiding me the rest of the way.

I’m about to step out into the open when I feel a sting on my neck. What the fuck? I slap at it, as if trying to swat a large mosquito, but my vision fades as I go to pull my hand. The cabin swirls before me and I lose the only light I see. It’s replaced with a blanket of darkness, the hazy shroud taking me under.

“Mila!” Jason’s voice is the first thing I hear as I come to. “Mila! Where the fuck are you!?”

Here. I try to answer, but no words come out. I’m paralyzed, unable to move, unable to open my eyes.

“Baby, where are you?!” Here. I’m right here. “Oh, fuck! Dammit!”

Suddenly I feel strong arms wrapping around me, lifting me off of the cold, hard ground.

“Shit, baby. What happened to you?” Jason is whispering onto the crown of my head when I hear more footsteps approaching.

“Damn, brother. What happened?” It’s Jack, I think.

Slowly, I’m able to pry my lids open, blinking up at the man who’s stolen my heart.

“She’s awake!” Jason shouts. “Mila, I told you to wait. I told you not to come out here by yourself. It isn’t safe.”

Yeah. Well, I know that now.

Trying to speak, I move my tongue which feels heavy in my mouth. “Sorry.”

“Damn straight you’re sorry. Never again. You hear me? You listen to me when it comes to your safety.”

I try to nod, but the best I can do is blink.

“What happened, Mila? Did you fall?” Jack is asking from somewhere behind me.

“Y-yes. Something. Something was in the woods.” I’m smacking my lips, trying to get some much-needed moisture in my mouth. It feels like I’m waking up from a major bender, dehydrated as hell.

“Do you think it was security?” Jason’s jaw clenches as he asks his brother, but only silence follows. “Fuck. Let’s get you inside, Mila. What was the last thing you remember before the fall?”

“I heard branches snapping. Felt like I was being watched. So I started running.” My hand, finally able to move, raises up to my neck. “Then, as the cabin came into sight, I felt something on my neck. Like a bee sting, and everything sort of faded after that.”

Jason stops, his body swirling and coming face to face with his brother. “Radio the men of WRATH. Tell them they’ll need to bring reinforcements.”

“Got it,” Jack is responding, his steps carrying him away from the cabin, leaving Jason and me alone.

“I’m sorry. I should have waited.” I close my eyes, ashamed that I let my emotions cloud my judgment.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” His eyes rake over me as we step into the cabin. “Well, that’s yet to be determined, but at least you’re in my arms, where you belong.”

“Jason.” I’m biting my bottom lip, eyes searching his. “This changes nothing. I’m still leaving after the wedding. You belong with Catherine. She’s the one having your baby.”

Jason scoffs as he sits down on the leather couch, his arms still wrapped tightly around me. “That’s a poor excuse. For all you know, you could be too. It’s been twice now in the last twenty-four hours that I’ve claimed your body. Made it mine the way a man does his woman. The woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.”

I suck in a sharp breath, knowing that what he’s saying is nothing but the truth. I very well could be carrying his child, but that’s a bridge I’ll cross when and if I come to it. “I know my body well. That’s a slim chance, because I am nowhere near ovulating. Even if it were the case, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s definitely with child now. Your child.”

Jason’s eyes narrow before he pulls his gaze from mine. “I don’t want you to leave, Mila. I can’t stand the idea of you being out there on your own without my protection.” He returns his amber-colored eyes and my breath hitches at the adoration I see in them. “But I’ll let you go under one condition.”

I’m rearing my head back as much as this position in his arms allows. “I don’t think you have a choice.”

Jason chortles. “Oh, yes I do, baby. I could insert myself into every facet of your life if I so wished.” His eyes seer into mine and I see his truth. He isn’t lying, and a sick and twisted part of me takes joy in that. Knowing that he wants me badly enough to do such a thing. “But I love you, Mila. And above all, I want you to be happy.”

God. My heart just exploded on the spot. This amazing—and gloriously hung—man loves me. Me. Mila Kournikova.

“So, like I said. I’ll agree to let you go under one condition.”

“And what condition is that?” I’m blinking up at him, having fully regained function of my limbs now, but not wanting to remove myself from his hold.

“You stay at the penthouse in Florida until we can get a safe location set up in Montana.”

My mouth is hanging open at his words. “I can’t live with you and Catherine! That’ll kill me!”

He closes his eyes, his face turning dark. “Catherine and I will remain at the beach house.” Jason’s eyes shoot open, the intensity behind them almost startling me. “But she’s staying in her room. Do you understand? I will not share a bed with her.”

“So, what? You’re going to be celibate for the rest of your life?” I’m scrunching my nose, wanting to know but not.

“That’s none of your business, Mila. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

I swallow thickly, knowing he’s right.

I’m the one who pushed him away. I’m the one driving him closer to my mother.

“Yes,” I answer, despite knowing it’s not really what I want because that doesn’t matter. It has to be.

“So it’s settled then. You’re going back to Florida where I can make sure you’re safe. Once the property I’ve picked out is secured, then I can transfer you to Montana.” He’s dead serious, as if this is something he’s already thought through. Just one more reminder proving to me that he really is looking out for me wherever and whenever possible.

God, am I a fool for throwing my chances away? No. You’re doing this for your little brother or sister. They deserve to have an amazing father, and I have no doubt that’s exactly what Jason Crown will be.

“Okay. I agree.”

Jason nods as he gives me a once over. “I don’t see any marks on your neck, but I’m going to have blood work drawn. Just to make sure.” He’s standing up, my body still cradled in his arms. “For now, get some rest and let me know if you feel anything strange. Woozy or light-headed. Things like that.”

“Okay. I was a little woozy when I first came to, but I’m fine now.”

“Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see the bloodwork for myself.” He’s lowering me onto the bed, his eyes roaming over my body one last time before he’s turning. “Get some sleep. The doc should be here within a couple of hours.”

“Jason, I’m sure it can wait.”

“No.” He’s whirling so fast, he’s almost a blur. “You don’t know the sick fucks we’re up against, Mila. There was a reason I asked you to wait for me at the house. But maybe now you’ll listen.”

And with those parting words, Jason slams the door behind him, leaving me in the dark like some errant child, questioning where it all went wrong.