In Love with a Ruthless Man (Wrong for You)

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Her fingers tightened around her phone. “You’re going to think I’m an idiot, but...do you think she loves him?” When several moments passed and the prince hadn’t yet answered, she prodded uncertainly, “Prince?”

“You’re right,” the prince said finally. “You are an idiot.” Ignoring her sputter of protest, he said cynically, “Your guilt’s wasted on that woman. I’m betting if I offer a million dollars on the spot, she’d let me fuck her in front of Bennett.”

“Prince!”

“She targeted Bennett because she considered him an easy mark.” The prince’s voice became hard. “And because he didn’t love you enough, he was. Despite telling you he loves you, he still fell for her hook, line, and sinker, so you should keep that in mind, too.”

IT WAS A FEW MINUTES past eight by the time the prince returned home, and he went straight to the cabana by the pool to change into a pair of black shorts. He had just made himself comfortable on the shallow end of the water, stretching his arms against the edge of the pool, when he heard Igor murmur from behind, “Good evening, sir.”

He twisted halfway in time to see Igor bowed in greeting. Behind the older man, the prince glimpsed Fawn ascending the stairs, her body wrapped in a fluffy white robe.

“Thanks for bringing her here, Igor. You may leave us now.”

“Yes, sir.” Igor disappeared from view while Fawn continued on, making no attempt to hide the fact that she was dragging her feet. She stopped the moment her bare feet sank into a thin layer of powder-fine sand, and the prince was more amused than offended when she tightened the two sides of her robe over her body.

“Look up, parthena mou .”

I don’t want to, Fawn thought immediately, but since she knew going against the prince’s command was futile, she slowly raised her gaze to his—-

Oooooooh.

Fawn silently gulped at the sight of the prince’s ripped body, made sleeker by water glistening on his skin. Déjà vu, she thought dizzily, and her throat went dry.

Behind the prince, the sun had started to set, scattering a mix of fiery rays and shadows that crowned his dark head like a halo. He might be the Prince of Darkness, but even daylight loved him, turning him into a god who could make a girl’s heart beat madly with just a hooded glance.

Holy sweet Jesus, it wasn’t fair how sexy—-

The prince’s lips curving in an arrogant grin, he murmured huskily, “No need to limit yourself to staring, parthena mou .”

She turned red. “Gross!” Embarrassment finally allowed her to wrench her gaze off the prince, and she resisted the urge to cover her face, just to keep the prince from seeing her reddened cheeks.

She half-expected the prince to get mad, like he always did whenever she called him gross, but instead the prince simply asked, “Are you wearing it, parthena mou ?”

“It” was the favor she owed him, a two-piece swimwear that couldn’t even be rightfully called a bikini. The top consisted of scraps of fabric just large enough to cover her nipples while the bikini bottom, possessing more strings than cloth, was a thong with a capital T.

“Yes,” she finally managed to croak out. “I am.” She shook her head. “And I can’t believe you actually asked me to do this—-”

“Why shouldn’t I?” the prince charged softly.

She threw her hands up in the air, thinking that the prince was really the biggest bully in town. “Because it’s not right! In fact, it’s positively indecent !”

A rich, dark chuckle slipped past the prince’s lips. “I never cared about being decent,” he said dulcetly, his rock-hard shoulders moving in a nonchalant shrug. And if wearing a skimpy bikini was her idea of indecent , the prince mused, then he was keen to hear what she’d think once she learned what he had planned for tonight.

“Prince...” When he looked up, she pleaded, “Can’t you just make me swallow a bucketful of sand instead? Please?”

Swallow what? The prince stared at Fawn in utter amazement. “How do you come up with these things?” And why was it that the more she made him laugh...the more he wanted to fuck her?

Fawn squirmed when she felt the prince’s gaze start to travel down her body. He was practically undressing her with his eyes, and dear God, instead of feeling disgusted or violated, she felt—-

“Stop staring at me.” She forced the words out, determined not to let herself succumb to the baser demands of her body, which was currently doing its best to drown her common sense so she could throw herself at the prince.

The prince shook his head. “You’re asking for the impossible.” And with the way his already-throbbing cock was trying to poke a hole out of his shorts, he knew, regardless of how enjoyable it was to tease and torment her—-

The prince had to have her now .

“It’s time, Fawn.”

She froze, knowing exactly what the prince meant. He had spelled it out very clearly, that favor he wanted of her, and dear God, wearing the bikini was just the first half of it, and the easier part at that.

The thought of what she had to do after disrobing made her faint headed, but it wasn’t just that.

If only it was just that.

Moisture pooled between her thighs, and she swallowed back a whimper as she desperately pressed her thighs together, hoping to stop her body from getting wetter.

“Take it off, Fawn.”

Aaaaaaah.

The prince was staring at her, and the look in his eyes was unmistakable. He wanted to devour her, and he would. It should have terrified her, but it didn’t. Instead, all she could think about was how beautiful and dangerous he was, and oh, that he could want her—-

“Now.”

Her fingers shook as she reached for the knot of her robe, and when she finally managed to untie the sash, she saw the prince’s nostrils flare—-

Oooh. Desire uncurled inside of her, and her panties became drenched with creamy wetness.

“Show me the rest,” the prince rasped.

And she did.

In seconds, the robe was completely off, falling softly to the ground, and she stood in front of him, her body naked except for the thinnest strings and tiniest pieces of cloth.

A low growl of arousal rose out from the prince’s throat, and Fawn whimpered as she felt it starting again, that overpowering sense of velvety menace that drugged her consciousness, dissolving her willpower until all that was left was a doll yearning to be under the prince’s authority.

I must be an idiot, Fawn thought in a daze as her feet slowly began to move.

Maybe it was hypnosis, insanity, or love – maybe it was all of the above. In the end, it didn’t matter. All she knew was that she had to be closer. She had to be with him.

Because with the prince—-

She ceased to think.

She could only feel.

When Fawn was within reach, the prince took hold of her hand and gently led her into the pool. Water danced around her ankles as she dipped one foot in after another, her body softening as warm air rising from the heated pool wrapped itself around her.

She had descended up to the third step, the water knee-deep, when the prince tightened his grip just before turning her around to face him. She saw his gaze slowly dip to her breasts, and her fingers curled into fists against her sides.

“P-prince...”

As the prince’s gaze continued to linger on her chest, Fawn was shocked and horrified to feel her breasts begin to swell and her nipples start to pucker against the fabric. Oh God, if this continued, it would only be a matter of time—-

Unable to help worrying, Fawn halted halfway and slowly looked down.

Ah!

She was right!

Her fully erect nipples had made the tiny pieces of fabric covering them fold and shrink, leaving the light pink areolas exposed. With a gasp of dismay, she started to cover herself—-

“No,” the prince growled.

Fawn froze.

“Put your hands down.”

Don’t do it, don’t do it, the sensible part of her screeched.

But the wanton part of her told her it was too late.

She was hypnotized.

Her arms went back to her side.

“Now,” the prince purred, “I need you to make a choice.” Reaching up to trace her lips, he murmured, “Do you want to come first?” He watched her intensely as she squirmed in front of him, thinking that her fear and nervousness would get the better of her. But again, she surprised him.

Her lips started to move against his fingers, words rolling down her tongue in a sexy little whisper.

“N-no. I want you to come first.”

Ah.

Desire burned through him as she sank to her knees in front of him. “Do you know what to do next?” he asked hoarsely.

“J-just enough.”

“Is that so?” He almost laughed, probably would have if he didn’t want to fuck her so badly. When she nodded, he said hoarsely, “Show me what you know then.” He watched her visibly hesitate before sinking to her knees and reaching for his shorts. He did nothing to stop her, only lifting himself up just enough to help her get rid of the single piece of clothing that kept him from being naked.

Do I stare or close my eyes? It wasn’t her first time to see the prince’s erection, but even so, she still couldn’t make herself used to how...how...

“Awe—-” She stopped abruptly when she realized what she had been about to say.

The prince’s brows shot up.

“W-what?” She winced at how defensive she sounded.

“You tell me,” the prince drawled. “A moment there, I thought you were about to describe my...conana—-”

She cringed at the hateful term.

“Awesome.”

Fawn turned red. “No! I! Did! Not!” But oh my God, why was she talking in exclamation points again?

The prince laughed. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, parthena mou. After all...” He suddenly reached for one of her hands. “It is yours to do whatever you want.” As he spoke, he brought her hand to his cock, and Fawn’s fingers instinctively tightened around the silky hardness of the prince’s erection.

The prince hissed, and thinking that she had done something wrong, Fawn released him with a cry—-

“ No .” The prince swiftly caught hold of her hand and brought it back to his cock. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He wanted to fuck more than ever now, but seeing her hurt expression, he managed a smile, saying roughly, “If you don’t believe me—-”

The prince covered her hand with his, and he slowly guided her, teaching her how to stroke him all the while keeping his gaze locked with hers, wanting Fawn to see just how much he wanted her.

The prince’s erection throbbed hard against her fingers with every stroke, and when she tried moving it just a little faster, she saw the prince’s nostrils flare—-

Oh.

Her grip tightened, and the prince stiffened.

“Do you understand now?” he asked tautly.

At her nod, the prince slowly let go of her hand even as his gaze remained on hers, dark and demanding in its need for her.

Please me, his eyes commanded and seduced her, and oh, how it made her so, so much wetter. She began to stroke him, faster and harder, using the expression in his eyes as her guide, and oh, how she drowned in the knowledge that her touch could make him look so hungry, could make his breath choppy and his body jerk—-

“Fawn.” The prince suddenly drove his fingers through her hair, and she stilled. When their eyes collided, he asked hoarsely, “Do you remember you once told me about being happy with any position I ask of you?”

Her brows furrowed. “Did I...” She stopped when a memory teased her mind.

It was the day of her evaluation, following her first month on the job, and she had earnestly promised him, ‘ I genuinely want to continue working here, prince. Any position you want me in, I’d be happy to do it. ”

When her eyes widened in horrified realization, the prince purred, “I can see you understand now.” His grip on her hair tightened. “You were thinking of silly things,” he whispered, “but this was what’s always been on my mind.”

“P-pervert.”

But the prince only laughed. “Be honest, parthena mou. You want me exactly the way I am, while I...”

Fawn caught her breath as the prince started to lean forward. Her breasts ached more and more as the prince closed the distance between them—-

His forehead touched hers, and as their gazes collided, the prince whispered, “I, parthena mou, want you to take me in your mouth.”

The erotic words tore a gasp out of her, but instead of repulsing Fawn, they ensnared her, mesmerized her, making Fawn want to hear more.

And she did.

“I want you to stay on your knees, parthena mou, sucking on my cock...”

Fire licked her body, making it melt, and she found herself using her free hand to clutch the prince’s shoulder for balance.

“I want you to suck it hard, get my cock all the way to your throat...”

A sob escaped her, and Fawn’s fingers tightened around the prince’s erection.

“I want it to stay that way...until I cum in your throat.” The prince’s tone became hard and guttural. “That’s the position I want you to be in right now.” He lifted his head, his mouth moving to the side.

She gasped when his tongue licked her ear, and the prince whispered, “Do you want this position, too?”

The prince moved away, and as their gazes met again, she could only give him the answer they both wanted.

“Yes.”

There were no words needed after, and only the sound of the prince’s harsh breathing filled the room as Fawn slowly lowered her head, lower and lower until all she could see was the prince’s erection.

For one silly moment, she allowed panic to get the better of her—-

It’s too big.

But even so, she couldn’t stop herself.

Her lips parted, and the head of the prince’s erection slipped inside her mouth bit by bit.

The feel of his cock in Fawn’s mouth was unbelievable, the culmination of months of unquenched need making him shudder. She began to suck him when he was halfway in, and he tightened his grip on her hair with a groan.

“Don’t fucking stop.”

The prince’s command, uttered in a desire-laced groan, made her head swim, but knowing that he wanted her to that extent also made her eager and bolder. Forcing her throat to relax, she tried to take more inches of his length, all the while sucking hard—-

“Fawn.” It was too damn good, and his control threatened to snap. “Fawn, slow down...” But Fawn didn’t seem to hear him. Her head only continued to bob up and down his cock, one hand gripping the base of his erection while her other hand tightened around his leg under the water—-

It was the most arousing sight, watching Fawn pleasure him with her mouth, her near-naked body rising from the water like a mermaid, her long blonde hair like wet golden silk against her back.

“Fawn...” As he spoke, her mouth suddenly tightened around him, just before her tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

Fuck.

His control snapped, and the prince gritted out, “I’m going to cum.”

The words made Fawn suck harder, and she tried moving her head as fast as she could all the while her mind remained consumed by thoughts of pleasuring the prince—-

Suddenly, she felt his fingers tighten around her hair almost to the point of pain, and she whimpered against his rigid length, knowing what was about to happen—-

With one last groan, the prince started coming in her mouth, his movements becoming wild as he fucked her mouth hard, thrusting his cock in and out relentlessly as he shot his load out. He expected and dreaded having her pull away, knowing that he could have frightened her with his ferocity, but instead he felt her hands moving to his hips, gripping him for balance—-

Almost like she wanted this as much as he did.

The thought made his body shudder, and one last spurt of cum jerked out of the prince’s painfully throbbing cock.

The prince’s touch was gentle as he slowly pulled her away, and Fawn couldn’t help turning red as they both heard his erection make a popping sound as it came out of her mouth. When she saw his gaze suddenly darken, she asked uncertainly, “W-what is it?”

“You still have a drop there,” the prince said hoarsely. Expecting her to wipe it away, the prince was surprised when her tongue darted out instead—-

She licked away that one last drop of cum on the corner of her mouth, and the sight made him shudder anew. “You’re killing me with how sexy you are, parthena mou ,” he grated out.

Sexy? Her? But before Fawn could even think of what to say, the prince had suddenly moved, and before she knew it he had her up in his arms, and he was wading through the deeper end of the pool, still naked.

“Prince!” She couldn’t help shrieking as she saw that they were now waist-deep in the pool. “I don’t know how to swim,” she told him desperately, her arms wounding around his neck tightly as the prince continued on.

The prince stopped moving long enough to grin wickedly at her. “Even better.”

“Bully!” She smacked his back with her fist as hard as she could, but it was like trying to punch a hole through a concrete wall. The water got deeper and deeper, and her fear increased. “Prince...”

Something bumped her lightly, and she twisted her head around, startled.

It was an inflatable daybed, large enough to snugly fit two, and complete with headrest and motorized controls. “Prince—-ah!” The prince had suddenly tossed her on the floater, and she shrieked, thrashing about as she felt herself began to slide down.

“I got you, parthena mou .” Firm but gentle hands pushed her back on the daybed, and this time the prince climbed up, joining her. Fawn tensed as the daybed began to dip alarmingly to the side, but a second later, it righted itself, and she expelled her breath in a huge sigh of relief.

“What are we doing here?” she demanded. Looking around, she couldn’t help gulping as she realized that they were smack in the middle of the pool, leaving her nowhere to go.

The prince cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “Relax.”

She glared at him. “I can’t.”

“You can,” the prince said soothingly. “And I’ll help you.” As he spoke, he forced her to lie down, and of course, being the idiot that she was, Fawn couldn’t stop herself from following his lead.

Soon she was lying on her back, and the prince’s handsome face loomed over her, filling her vision.

“It’s my turn to please you,” the prince murmured.

Her eyes flew wide open, and she croaked out, “Here?”

In answer, the prince plucked the strings of her bikini top away, and Fawn gasped as she felt the tiny pieces covering her nipples inch down, leaving her breasts completely exposed.

“Oh God, prince—-”

But the prince had already lowered his head and laved one nipple with his tongue.

She arched against the bed in shocked pleasure, inadvertently pushing her nipple deeper into her mouth...at the same time causing the daybed to rock precariously on the water.

“Prince!” Fear and pleasure warred inside of her, and Fawn was torn between shoving the prince away and clutching him closer to her.

The prince lifted his head, and his lips curving in a smirk, he purred, “If I were you, I wouldn’t move too much.” When panic flashed in her brown eyes, he said silkily, “Too much movement can cause this bed to capsize, and right now...” He paused as if to think. “This part is about ten feet deep now.”

“What?” Fawn shook her head wildly. “I really don’t know how to swim—-”

“But I do,” the prince interrupted, “so there’s nothing to worry about, as long as you stay still while I take my time...”

Her breath caught as he reached for her breast. “Prince—-”

“With you...” The prince brushed the tip of one slightly wet nipple with his finger, and the rest of her words melted into a long, helpless moan.

“I love the way you’re so sensitive, parthena mou.” The prince began to play with her nipple, lightly rolling it between his fingers until she was shuddering under his touch. “It makes me want to bully you more.”

Oh! The too-blunt admission had her choking back a laugh, but then the prince dipped his head to suck on her other nipple, and she found herself moaning again. He sucked her sweetly one moment, then hard and roughly the next, and the unpredictability of his seduction was beautifully agonizing. Her hands moved up, curling around his shoulders, and when he bit her nipple, she gasped and jerked, her nails digging deep into the sleek muscled panes of his back.

When the prince released her nipple, she couldn’t stop from mewling in protest, and the sound made the prince smile. The sight of it made her flush, but even so, she couldn’t make herself stop wanting him.

The prince’s gaze suddenly captured hers, and Fawn bit her lip hard as she felt his fingers trail down the valley of her breasts.

“You’re probably used to taking things too slow, but that’s not my style.” His fingers moved down her belly, and Fawn caught her breath as they paused right above the curls protecting her femininity.

“I like to go all out...” As he spoke, the prince took hold of one of the strings of her bikini bottom before ripping it off in one quick move.

She started, and the daybed under them shook, making her freeze.

“Did that shock you?” the prince crooned.

“Y-you know it did.” She wanted to sound furious, but instead her voice came out soft and breathless.

The prince’s lips curved in a cruel smile. “Good. I like my woman to think only of me when I’m touching her, make it so that there’s nothing she can remember except how I make her feel.” The prince pulled back, his fingers leaving her body, and she almost, almost cried out in protest.

The daybed began to dip as the prince moved, and Fawn couldn’t help sitting up in trepidation.

The prince settled in front of her and took hold of her ankles.

She stilled, and her unease deepened when she saw the dangerous glint in the prince’s dark green eyes. Uh. Oh. That look of his felt like a really, really bad omen, and when the prince purred, “Are you ready, parthena mou ?”—-

She knew right away that she was in trouble.

Fawn shook her head vigorously, saying in a rush, “I am not ready AT ALL—- ah! ”

The prince had pushed her legs wide open to a V.

“Oh my God, what—-ah!”

He started to pull her lower body up using her legs.

“Stop it, l-let me down, w-what—-ah!”

When she could only see his face through the V of her legs, Fawn finally realized what he was about to do, and she screamed.

The prince’s head lowered.

“Noooooo—-” She wanted to struggle, but she couldn’t, knowing that it would cause the floater to capsize.

The prince’s mouth touched hers.

She screamed.

But it was too late. It was all over. She was his.

There wasn’t even time for her to catch her breath, no time to understand what was happening, no time for foreplay—-

It was exactly like how the prince said.

Taking things too slow was not his style.

Her fists clenched against her side as the prince devoured her wet, throbbing core with his mouth, and she could only moan and moan as he licked her up and down. She wanted to move away, to shove him off, but she couldn’t, knowing that one little bit of resistance from her could make the daybed turn over.

“ P-please...” But she no longer knew what she was begging him for. One after another, the thoughts in her mind had disappeared until all that was left was the sheer pleasure of his touch—-

The prince thrust his tongue inside her, and she screamed again. But still the prince didn’t slow down and instead his fingers tightened around his ankle as he pulled her up higher until he was practically grinding his mouth against her pussy, his tongue thrusting in and out of Fawn faster and harder.