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Queen Sized (Royally Screwed #7)

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Madison Faye

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English
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She’s a curvy, royal beauty. I’m a savage, commoner beast.
I’m no King, but I’ve got a big staff and a thick crown – all for her, and fit for a Queen.

As the Captain of the Royal Guard, duty has always come first. Duty, honor, and a fierce loyalty to King and Kingdom. But, that’s before she comes falling into my world and into my arms.

Literally.

Queen Alessia is all woman. Curves for days, built for sin, and soft, pouty lips that I’m dying to taste. She’s also the definition of off-limits: young, royal, innocent, and engaged for political reasons to a man who doesn’t deserve her.

She’s also never been touched. But then, neither have I.

A life spent training as an underground fighter and then a soldier means there’s never been a woman before her. Not ever. But Queen Alessia will be my first, she’ll be my only, and she’ll be my last.

She makes me lose control and break every single one of my rules. And today, I’m going to break my vows as a soldier. Guard her and watch her while she marries another man?

Fuck that.

Queen Alessia’s been mine since the moment she fell into my world. And today, I’m going to remind of that, if it’s the last thing I do.

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Royally Screwed Series by Madison Faye

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Chapter 1

Oren

The bike thundered down the road, tires biting the asphalt as I cranked the throttle. There was a tightness in my jaw—a fire clawing through my veins and my blood pumping like molten steel. My shoulders bunched, hands gripping the handlebars tight as my eyes narrowed on the road ahead.

The road to her.

We’d only met once. One touch. One look. One kiss. But that’s all it’d taken. A single hit of the illicit drug, right to the vein, and I was a fucking addict. Consumed by her. Obsessed. Hungry. I craved her soft lips, and the sweet taste of her moans in my mouth. I hungered for the feel of her full, soft curves under my big, rough hands.

It’d been months since the night of King Rian’s ball he’d thrown to find his bride. And he had, though not how he’d imagined he would. It’d been a night for many people to find their one true love—King Rian with his Emilia, and his friends the brother-Kings Adam and Shane with their Vi. Rian may have been my King and employer, but he was also a friend. As were Adam and Shane McDermott. And I was happy for my friends for having found their happiness.

And yet, there was a darkness inside of me. A hunger. An ache that wouldn’t go away.

Because it wasn’t just Rian, Shane, and Adam who’d found their true loves that night.

I had, too.

I’d been on duty, of course. My duty as Rian’s Captain of the Guards to his kingdom came first, above all and everything else. Always. That night, as the ball and the festivities had gone on around me, I’d kept a sharp, cold eye over it all—surveying, assessing, watching. Ever vigilant, ever driven to complete my duty above and beyond the required. Because that’s just who I am.

It was when I’d slipped out of the ballroom to check on some of my men at their checkpoint post that I’d found her. Found, held, kissed, and utterly fallen for.

…Well, technically, she’d fallen first.

Literally.

As I said, duty comes first for me. Always, and beyond everything and anything else. No distractions could sway me, no temptations could pull me away from my sworn duty and mission. And yet that night?

That night, all that hardened drive and unwavering commitment went out the damn window, and all from one damn look at her.

She was a vision in silver and royal blue. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a silver crown and a gown that hugged her ample, mouthwatering curves—cupping her ass and taught across her full tits in a way that could make a man jealous of silk. She moved like smoke across the floor of the side-hallway outside of the main ballroom. And I. Was. Lost.

I watched her like a man stupefied by a spell—utterly smitten, utterly hooked. Completely obsessed. The ball was forgotten. Duty went out the fucking window. And my cock turned to steel in my uniform as my blood ran hot like fire. And then, I watched it happen in slow motion.

She tugged her dress up over her bejeweled heels as she took a step up the small staircase up to the open-air terrace that looked over Rian’s gardens. That dress pulled tight across her succulent, full ass, and I swear I groaned out loud as my balls swelled with cum. She took another step on her stilettos, and then another, and then, her foot landed on the world’s most ill-placed cocktail napkin, lying in the shadows of the staircase unseen.

And I moved like lightning.

Her foot kicked out, her breath caught, and she started to lose the fight against gravity as she slipped backwards—right into my arms. She gasped, her eyes going wide and her breath rushing out of her in a whoosh as my thick arms caught her and held her tight, cradling her against my chest.

“You—” Her cheeks flushed pink, her gorgeous blue eyes sparkling into mine as her soft, pouty lips pulled back in a half smile.

“You caught me,” she breathed.

I could only nod, my eyes blazing into hers. Fuck, the feel of her curvy body against mine, and my hands holding her like she was mine to hold had my mind going numb as the blood thundered through my veins and rushed to my cock.

Her eyes flickered over me as the blush deepened on her cheeks.

“You’re—you’re huge,” she whispered, her eyes moving over my arms, and my shoulders, and then glancing over her shoulders to see just how high she was off the floor with my height.

“So I’ve been told.”

I hadn’t meant it to be a double entendre, but I knew she’d taken it that way the second I saw her eyes snap to mine. And I was about to say something when I saw the faint little flicker of a grin spread over her soft lips.


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