Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 110

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Asahd’s POV:

I mixed my whisky with some coca cola before going back to sit on the bed.

It was already past ten PM and Saïda and I had already had dinner.

Earlier that day, we’d gone visiting more of beautiful Rome and as usual, since we’d began our honeymoon, we had a great time.

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“What’s that?” Saïda asked, sitting up when she saw my glass.

“Some whisky mixed with cola.” I replied and picked the remote control to continue playing the movie we’d been watching.

“Oou. Um, can I have some?” she asked with an innocent smile.

I stared at her in amusement.

“Hmm. You don’t drink whisky, Saïda.” I chuckled and sipped my drink.

“I know. I actually hate its taste.”

“Then?”

“But yours is mixed with cola. Pleeeease.” she begged with puppy eyes.

′I’m melting as always. I just love this woman.′

“Sweetheart, you know you can’t handle alcohol. Your system doesn’t.” I laughed “A little sip and, woo! You’re a different human being. It’s so funny.”

I laughed and she rolled her eyes, amused.

“So? It’s not like I’m leaving this room right after. I promise to just lay in bed. For sure, it’ll make me drowsy and sleepy. Just a sip, Asahd. Please.” she mused.

I stared for a while and then sighed, giving up.

“Fine. Just a sip, Saïda.” I chuckled and raised my glass to her pretty lips.

Instead of drinking from it, she grabbed the glass.

“Give it to me,” she giggled, “I’ll just take a sip.”

’-Not a good idea.-′

I still gave it, though.

“A sip.” I said firmly and she nodded.

I watched her raise the glass to her lips.

“Saïda!” I gasped in amusement when she drank up to half of the drink. I reached for the glass but she dodged. “Give it!”

I succeeded in seizing it. Yes, she’d drank half of the whisky/cola. And that glass wasn’t a little or short one.

“Are you serious?” I laughed in shock, “This stuff doesn’t play, Saïda. The whisky I put in this is quite hard.”

“So?” she giggled and lay down on the bed again, “It tastes quite good with coke.”

“I do hope you sleep.” I chuckled and drank down what was left in a single gulp, “Maybe I should’ve drank that a little more slowly. I’m gonna get tipsy for sure.” I mused.

“And I, drunk.” she laughed.

“Well, the good thing about it is that we’ll sleep well.”

I went to drop the glass and immediately joined her on the bed.

Saïda’s POV:

′Now that I’ve drank that, I’ll just wait for it to sink in and for the effects.′

I reddened at my thoughts, feeling a little nervous but amused and excited.

Asahd climbed on the bed and got under the sheets with me. He pulled me close until I had my head on his chest and arm across his ripped tummy. He had his wrapped around my shoulders and the other under his head.

We snuggled and continued to watch the movie. He didn’t know my plans. All I had to do was wait for the alcohol effects to kick in.

′Yalah, Asahd’s making me as naughty as he is.

-And there’s absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. He’s your husband now. Do what you want to and with him!′

I smiled at my own thoughts, biting my lip and feeling my cheeks burn.

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Minutes later, my expectations were realised. I felt tipsy and drunk, actually. My head was spinning a little and I was drowsy, but not sleepy.

Above it all, I felt bold. I wanted to start talking and never end. I started feeling a little agitated and would move a little too much against Asahd.

I wasn’t the only one. Asahd too was tipsy but he wasn’t as agitated as I was. I realised it because I’d raised my head to look at him, once. He’d smirked in a rather lazy/drunk manner and it had made me laugh. And right after, he admitted being tipsy already.

“I hope you don’t wanna sleep.” I mused, laughing drunkenly.

“Nope,” he’d replied lazily, “Just a little drowsy. It was inevitable. You’re definitely drunk.” he chuckled.

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Still watching the movie, or not, I was just lying there. I looked down at Asahd’s body and noticed the bulge in his boxers printing through the white sheets.

′Do it now.′

Without thinking at all, I slowly slid my hand down his chest and underneath the sheets that covered us. He didn’t suspect anything at all.

I smiled mischievously and went further down his tummy.

′Go on.′

I went lower until I touched his waistband. Without wasting any more time, I slid my fingers underneath it and into his boxers.

I felt him tense and freeze when I did that. My breath hitched and my heart skipped a beat when I wrapped my fingers around his member.

′Oh my gosh.′

I slowly raised my head to look at him. He stared back.

“You’re tempting me?” he muttered, his gaze dropping to my lips.

I smirked and bit my lip, my cheeks burning even more.

“Y– you like it?” I whispered, slightly breathless.

“I think you already know the answer.” he whispered back and immediately, I felt him grow hard.

He felt warm. Very warm. Almost hot. It made me gasp and I stopped breathing for a while.

′Oh my gosh.′

I could literally feel him move and grow even harder as the blood rushed into his member. Asahd caressed my cheek and lowered his head to kiss me deep.

′You’re in control now. Drive him crazy.′

As we kissed passionately, my grip on his boner, tightened. I wrapped my fingers tighter around him, making him moan softly into my mouth and kiss me even deeper.

“You like it?” I dared to asked with a low, drunk chuckle.

“Yeah.” he whispered huskily, kissing me some more.

I’d never done anything like it before. But at that moment, I felt like I was unstoppable. Like I could do anything I wanted.

Slowly, I started to work my fingers. He was fully erect now and it gave me goosebumps. I could feel him throb against my fingers and palm.

He moaned softly and sent his hand underneath the sheets, too. He put it over mine and started guiding me. He made me go all the way up his hard piece, and all the way down. It made him moan dreamily.

“Now let me,” I whispered huskily and he obediently took his hand away.

’-Drive him crazy, Saïda.-′

The words repeated themselves in my head. Smiling through our hot kiss, I started to stroke him. Slowly, at first. I would go from bottom to top and vice versa, I even let my fingers play with his swollen tip.