Obsessively Yours (Fae Kings of Eden, #2)

by Jamie Applegate Hunter

You’re my obsession, Violet Maekin. You always have been, and you always will be. You have owned me completely since we were children running through the palace halls. Three hundred and twenty-nine days. Obsessively Yours, Roman

If she rejected him, he’d lock her in his rooms until she fell in love with him again, and he didn’t know how long that would take.

“I got your letter.” She waved the paper in her hand, and Roman’s heart stuttered. “You sound like a psychopath.” You have no idea.

Roman full on laughed, and he heard Slayton, who’d sat beside him at some point, mutter something about Roman being unstable.

Violet leaned forward and cradled both sides of War’s face, holding Roman captive with her delicate hands. “I want you to know that I love you too.” Every nerve ending in Roman’s body sparked with elation. She fucking loves me. “She was talking to me,” War uncharacteristically teased. “I’ll turn you into a rug.”

The smile that spread across her face would make the gods weep. “She is beautiful.” “She is,” War agreed.

Obsessively Yours, Roman

Were all the kings insane?

“Uh. Actually, you might want to go after him. I think he’s going to kill Finn.” Amelia swore colorfully and muttered, “Not again,” before taking off after her mate.

Roman grinned down at Violet’s letter and traced his fingers over her signature. Always Yours. His smile widened. “You look like an idiot,” Slayton remarked as he approached. “Did Violet send you a naked drawing of herself?” Roman’s smile fell, and he scowled. “I will kill you where you stand.”

his mother reached up and grabbed her husband’s neck. He hissed as she dug her nails into his skin. “If you insinuate Violet isn’t Roman’s mate again, I will choke you until you pass out.” Roman’s father smirked and leaned forward. “Don’t tempt me, Sarah. You know I like it—”

By the time they’d resumed their travels, Violet was a new woman. A traumatized new woman, but new all the same.

he’d deny her nothing. If she wanted to fuck him in a bumpy carriage, he’d happily oblige.

Could a man die from need?

“Please, Roman.” Gods. If he came in his pants, he’d never forgive himself, but his name on her lips tested his control.

“Quiet, princess. I don’t want anyone else hearing sounds meant only for me.”

Roman adjusted the crotch of his pants, and the redness in his cheeks darkened. Violet followed his gaze and noticed a large wet spot on his pants. Realization hit her, and she looked up with a wicked grin. “That’s flattering.”

“I’ve been practicing to ensure I last longer than sixty seconds.” He snorted. “A lot of good that did.” Violet’s blood boiled, and she grabbed a fist full of his hair, forcing him to look at her. His eyes widened. “Practicing? Who is she?”

She didn’t want to kill people. Usually.

“Jealousy looks good on you, princess.” He tried to kiss her, but she snapped her teeth at him.

It would sadden her to lose him now that she had him as her own, but it couldn’t be avoided because she was going to kill him.

“I’m trying to eat here,” Griff complained across the table. “I don’t want to hear about you two fucking in the carriage. It’s bad enough we had to hear it in real time.” Violet gasped, and Roman’s hand shot across the table, wrapping around Griff’s neck. “You will forget every sound she made.”

A horrid thought struck Violet. Is my boyfriend a mayonnaise lover? They’d have to break up.

“Because if you keep touching me, I’ll give in. I won’t risk your well-being.” Violet ran a hand down her chest, a pretend pout playing on her lips. “My well-being is declining as we speak.” Her hand continued its descent to grab the hem of her nightgown. He crossed the room in record speed and caught her wrist. “Don’t you fucking dare, princess.” Got him. “Or what, prince?”

He’d lost his mind from one too many hits to the head during training. That had to be it.

“Have you been stalking me? That’s an invasion of privacy, Roman. Have you no morals?” Roman’s grin turned feral, and he leaned down to graze his lips across her cheek. “You’re not only my queen, Violet. You’re my obsession. You have always been mine, and I have always been yours. Not even the gods succeeded at keeping you from me. What makes you think something as trivial as morals would?”

Nothing this woman did bored him.

The woman seduced him without trying, but when she did try, gods.

“Easy,” he chuckled. She glared. Still mad, then. “You tied me up.”

“No need to stake your claim, princess. She knows I’m yours.” Violet patted his arm. “You poor, dense man. That won’t stop her from trying to take you away.”

Violet threw open the door and jumped down just in time to see Marissa’s foot get stuck in her stirrup. Her arms windmilled comically, and she shrieked, “Roman, help!” Roman stood beside her horse, and when Marissa inevitably fell backwards, he stepped to the side and watched her smack into the ground.

“There is no limit to what I would do for you.”

“Do you remember the first time we met? You ran into me in the hallway.” “You ran into me,” she replied with a sniffle.

He’d waited over a decade to have her, but he didn’t think he could wait another minute.

Violet giggled, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

“Please,” she begged. How could he deny her?

“Spread for me, princess. Let me look at the pretty cunt I’ll be eating tonight.”

He whispered a thanks to the gods for making this perfect creature for him to devour.

“Roman.” She pleaded with him now. “Here?” his deep voice rumbled as he stuck his nose against her dripping pussy and pulled in a deep breath.

He knew right then that there wouldn’t be a day in his life he wouldn’t have his head buried between her thighs.

“Your clit will get the attention it deserves when I say it does, princess. Let me play.”

“You can take it, princess,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “Your pretty little pussy will stretch for me like it was made to do.”

Roman shifted his hips and rubbed his dick against her folds, grunting at the mess his words made. “Fucking hell, Vi. You like when I tell you what I’m going to do to you?”

“Your greedy cunt is choking me, princess.” Another two inches and his girl started to writhe beneath him. “I’m going to fill you, baby. Are you ready?”

“I love you,” she whispered. His cock twitched inside her, slowly rising. She laughed, disbelieving. “So soon?”

Wet, sticky residue trickled over his groin and thighs, and he looked down where they joined. “What a mess,” Violet mumbled.

Men were clueless.

Watching rebels almost hurt Violet was the scariest thing Roman had experienced. Seeing the fire in her eyes, not knowing why she looked fit to rip his head off for his naivety, was a close second.

She gaped at him. “You can’t kill people for being assholes, Roman.” He snorted. “If I killed people for being assholes, Slayton would not be breathing, princess.” She dropped her hands and stared at him incredulously. “You killed a man, and you’re making a joke?” Roman frowned at her. “That wasn’t a joke.”

“You are everything to me.” Leaning down, he dropped his mouth to hers. “I will soak the earth beneath your feet with the blood of anyone who disrespects you.”