In Love with a Ruthless Man (Wrong for You)
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Ooooooooh.
When he started to move away, her arms fell back, and she watched him obsessively, her gaze clinging to his every movement. The prince stripped himself with methodical and graceful efficiency, and the more skin he exposed, the harder it was for her to breathe.
By the time he stood completely naked in front of her, she was dizzy with the lack of oxygen, and her body was trembling so hard with aching need.
So gloriously beautiful , she thought achingly.
Every inch of his dark, sculpted body—-
Every inch was perfect—-
The prince joined her in bed, his powerful form pressing down on hers, and she couldn’t help whimpering as she realized that every perfect inch of his body was now hers to touch—-
“P-prince.”
His heat enveloped her, making her feel like she was burning from every direction.
Inside.
Outside.
Everywhere.
The prince’s green eyes glittered down at hers, telling her without words that he intended to consume her—-
A moan escaped her, Fawn’s body arching against his instinctively at the earthy promise in his eyes.
Oh God.
And then there was completely no way for her to think.
The prince was sucking hungrily on her neck while he palmed her breasts, and she moaned again. Soon, his mouth moved down to her breasts, nuzzling the valley between them, before latching on to one painfully erect nipple.
He began to suck, and she found herself gripping his dark hair. He sucked harder, and she gasped, instinctively arching up once more, driving her nipple deeper into his mouth—-
Eat me more.
Eat me harder.
Eat me.
The words pounded in her brain endlessly as the prince moved to her other nipple, sucking with such ferocious power that it began to hurt oh so beautifully.
His fingers began to explore the lower part of her body, and even as she shuddered against him, she forced her legs to open wide—-
His fingers brushed against the curls covering her folds, and she gasped.
The prince bit her nipple hard, and she gasped again, her head falling back against the pillows. Her head began to toss and turn as his fingers moved to stroke her folds, slowly, gently, and oh, the painfully slow torture just made her so much wetter and hotter—-
She squeezed her eyes shut. Who knew, oh holy sweet Jesus, but who knew that such gentleness could be so tortuously unbearable?
When she could no longer take the way he just kept stroking without fucking her with his fingers—-
Without giving it to her hard—-
She choked out, “Please.”
And in the next second, his mouth had left her breast. Another second, and the prince had moved down, eating her pussy, and she screamed.
His tongue thrust in and out of her just like a cock, and she gripped the bed sheets tightly, feeling her mind spinning out of control.
“P-prince—-” She could feel her pleasure building, simmering, readying itself.
The prince’s mouth moved up.
Oh God, oh God—-
His mouth closed on her clit, sucking hard, and it was like her dream and nightmare coming true in one blinding moment.
“Priiiiiiiiince!” She came screaming, her body arching against his mouth, and for one moment she almost feared she’d end up throwing him off. But the prince was too strong, his hands locking instead around her thighs, keeping her in place while his mouth didn’t stop tormenting her clit as she came and came.
She moaned in protest when he stopped kissing her between her legs, but then she felt him positioning himself above her, and a strangled gasp escaped her as she realized what this meant.
Their eyes collided.
“May I keep my promise, Fawn?” the prince rasped out.
Oooooooh.
That he would even ask—-
Shakily reaching up for him, her hands curved over his chest until her fingers met behind his neck.
“Please,” she whispered.
She had barely finished speaking when his hard, thick, throbbing cock drove inside her, tearing through her hymen with a single, swift, firm stroke.
It still hurt, enough to make her eyes fly wide open and her lips part in a shocked whimper.
But it also didn’t hurt as much as she expected, the pain subsiding almost right after, and leaving her to tremble in dazed awe.
The prince had taken her virginity.
Her fingers dug into his back at the thought, and the prince’s jaw clenched.
“May I move now?” Again, his sweetness took her by surprise, and when she could only nod shyly at him, a wicked smile slashed against the prince’s lips as he teased, “You can’t possibly feel shy now ...”
She half wailed, “It’s y-your fault—- oh !”
The moment she had spoken, the prince had moved at the same time, and the feeling of his cock sliding out of her was indescribable, its thickness grazing against the walls of her pussy in a way that made her gasp and her fingers dig deeper into his back.
She stared up at him, utterly overwhelmed.
“That good?” the prince purred.
Oh!
How arrogant he sounded, and yet it just made him a hundred times sexier.
She bit her lip hard instead, refusing to give him an answer that would only make his already huge ego even more inflated.
The prince chuckled, and bending down, he whispered silkily to her ear, “I’m going to make you say it before this night is over.”
The words made her jerk against him, and the prince smiled down at her. “That’s my next promise to you.”
And then he was leaving her no chance to talk, his body moving, and the look in his eyes told her he had no intention of stopping until he had kept his promise.
Ooooooh myyyyyy Gooooooood——
Fawn found herself clutching at the prince’s shoulders desperately as he drove relentlessly into her, each stroke just a little harder and deeper than before. It was unbelievably good, and oh, the need to tell him began to build—-
Their eyes collided mid-thrust, and oh, the taunting gleam in the prince’s green gaze made Fawn bite her lip harder.
She was not going to tell him, she was not—-
The prince’s head lowered, and she tensed, her inner muscles contracting around his cock—-
One of his hands moved under her body, clasping tightly onto one cheek of her ass.
“P-prince—-” She couldn’t help moaning in protest when she felt him tighten his hold on her even as he pulled his cock out of her.
Was this how he would make her say it, she wondered dizzily.
She shook her head up at him.
The prince grinned.
And then his head bent back down again, his mouth closing over her nipple, sucking hard just as he started pounding into her.
A scream slipped out of her mouth, and she found herself holding on to him in every way, her hands clutching his head, her legs tightening around his waist, and still his thrusts didn’t relent in its strength and pace. The prince pounded hard and fast into her, and soon the pleasure inside of her began to rise uncontrollably, taking control of all her senses until everything she could see, hear, smell, touch, and feel was all about the prince.
When the prince’s mouth ground deeper against her breast just as the head of his cock reached the edge of her womb—-
It was all over, and the words tumbled past her lips.
“ S-so gooooood .”
Her eyes rolled back as she started to come for a second time, and oh, it felt so much more powerful than the first, with the prince continuing on to eat her breast while his cock shoved in and out of her, making her pussy tremble with every stroke.
It was so, so good that she couldn’t stop herself from crying it out over and over, like a chant that had to be said—-
“So good.”
“So good.”
“So good.”
And then she felt the prince growl, just a second before she felt his orgasm exploding inside her, his cum filling her, and oh God, it became a hundred times better, and she clutched on to him tightly, her eyes squeezing shut.
If only this moment could last forever.
WHEN FAWN WOKE UP, she sleepily stirred, and her hand fell on an empty side of the bed. Panic seized her in an instant, and her eyes flew open.
But the prince was really gone.
She sat up and found the prince’s shirt lying discarded on the floor. It was still there, she told herself, and that was a good thing. Right?
The sight of his shirt taunted her, as if telling her that in a perfect world she would have all the confidence to wear it so the prince could tell her she looked good in it—-
But this was not a perfect world, and she was terrified at the prospect of discovering that the prince was indeed gone.
After shrugging into a bathrobe that hung well past her knees, she padded out of the bedroom, and that was when she found the prince on the sofa, in the middle of a conversation with Noah and Igor.
Oh.
The two immediately stood up at the sight of her, greeting her with a polite “signorina.” On the other hand, there was nothing respectful at all about the way their eyes were gleaming in knowing amusement, and she turned red.
It was pretty obvious they knew this was her first night with the prince...but how did they know so?
The prince released a little sigh at the look of bewildered consternation on Fawn’s face. How innocent she really was, he mused. One look at her, and it was fairly easy for anyone experienced to tell that she had her first time—-
And that first night was with him.
The thought was deeply satisfying, but more than that, it also made something inside him... soften. It was a disturbing realization, and for one moment, the prince found himself considering pushing her away just as he had before—-
Get out.
Get the fuck out—-
But then the prince caught sight of Fawn gazing at him searchingly, her uncertainty evident on her pale face, and he heard himself say, “Come here, Fawn.”
Relief flashed in her eyes, and the sight of it created a curious ache in his chest. He watched her hurry to him just like a young awkward fawn, and when she reached his side, she came to an abrupt clumsy stop, eyes wide, as if unsure of where to place herself.
Another sigh escaped the prince, but it was more irritated this time. He could feel his men’s interested gazes turning towards him, and he knew exactly what they were thinking.
What they were talking about was stuff that he didn’t even let his own friends hear of, and yet-—
What fucking choice did he have?
He yanked her down, making her sit next to him, and turning to his men, who were openly smirking, he snapped, “Stop looking at me like that if you don’t want to be fired in the next second.”
Fawn gasped. “Prince!”
But Noah and Igor didn’t seem to mind. “Yes, sir,” the two said politely, and since they were no longer allowed to smirk, they laughed instead.
He scowled at Fawn. This was all her fault. Why must she constantly make him do such embarrassing things?
Seeing the look of irritation on the prince’s gorgeous face, Fawn protested, “What did I do?”
“Causing trouble,” the prince muttered, “like you always do.” He turned back to his men. “How many girls to teach a lesson to?”
When Fawn gradually came to understand what they were talking about, worry filled her, and she couldn’t stop herself from gnawing on her lip. She knew she had no right to interfere, and yet—-
“Because of the number of men we had to leave behind at the compound, we’re a bit shorthanded now,” Noah was saying. “I can take the lead for Girl #1, Igor on the second, but the third...”
The prince started to speak.
“Can’t you skip this?” Fawn blurted out.
The prince slowly turned towards her.
Uh oh. Had she just butted her head in where it didn’t belong? But if she hadn’t, it would mean the prince getting involved, and she really didn’t think it was right.
Seeing that the prince was waiting her to speak, she stammered, “Why not d-delegate? You must be tired, after...stuff.”
The prince glared at Fawn. Did she realize she was practically insinuating he could only do one round of sex?
Noah and Igor were nodding in sympathy. “That’s right, sir. If signorina thinks you’re tired, then, of course—-”
“One more word, and I’ll kill you.”
The two shut up, but they also started smirking silently at the same time.
Fuck.
He looked at Fawn again, saying flatly, “I have no choice. I can’t just set this aside—-”
“I’m not asking you to set it aside for me,” she said in a small voice. “I was just thinking that with your problem with Davos, that should be darkness enough for you to handle. I don’t think you need to be personally involved in another person’s nightmare.”
Ah.
The prince murmured to Igor and Noah in Greek, and when the two nodded and turned around to leave, he saw Fawn gaping at him. The door closed behind his men, and he demanded, “What are you looking at me like that for?”
“D-does that mean you’re not going to leave?” she asked unevenly.
He looked at her incredulously. “Wasn’t that what you asked for?”
A nervous laugh escaped her. “I did, I just didn’t expect you to—-oh!” Running out of words to express her shock, relief, and joy, she simply let her instincts take over and threw herself at the prince.
He caught her with a grunt, but as he pulled her tightly against him, she could feel him smile against her hair even as he muttered, “You’re an idiot.”
She grinned crazily, and tightening her arms around his neck, she mumbled, “But you like this idiot.”
The prince chuckled, the dark sound making a sensual shiver run down her spine. Pulling away, he stared into her eyes—-
She held her breath.
“Let’s go back to bed.” The prince lifted her up in his arms and began walking back to the bedroom.
And just like that, the moment was lost.
Did he think she was that much an idiot , she wondered, or did he simply think she had no right to ask?
In all the times they had been together, he had never once kissed her on her lips.
Never.
When they made it to the bedroom, the prince divested them both of their clothes before laying her down on the bed. Noticing the lines on her forehead, the prince frowned as well, asking, “What are you thinking about?”
What you shouldn’t wait for me to ask, Fawn thought.
But because she didn’t have any courage to hear the answer to it, she heard herself say instead, “Y-you can’t call me your virgin anymore.”
Ah . His eyes gleamed. “Then do you have any suggestions?”
She shook her head.
“What about you?” he murmured silkily. As he spoke, he decided to reverse their positions and lay on his back while scooping her up to place Fawn on top of him.
“Prince!” She tried squirming off him, finding her new position embarrassing, but the prince’s hands tightened around her legs, keeping her in place.
“You haven’t answered my question,” the prince prodded.
“Umm...” It was so hard to think, with the prince slowly moving her against his body, causing his already erect cock to rub against her moistening folds.
“What will you call me?”
“C-call you?”
The prince only nodded, all the while rubbing her faster against him.
“Like an endearment?” Her voice came out choking, and her mind was fast losing its grasp on reality.
Oh God, he made her want him so, so badly!
The tip of his cock slid in, and she whimpered.
“Tell me what you’d like to call me,” the prince whispered, “and then I’ll fuck you.”
Oh! She stared at him in frustration. “That’s unfair.”
“But it’s still what I demand of you and—-” The prince’s hands released her hips to cup her breasts. She moaned as he squeezed them hard, murmuring, “—-you will give it to me.”
The prince began to play with her nipples. “I’m still waiting.”
She looked down at the way his long brown fingers captured her nipples between them, the erotic sight making her shudder on top of him. “C-can I just call you...R-Reid?”
“Not enough.” His hungry gaze devouring her, he rasped out, “Everyone else calls me that. I want something different—-”
“Baby?”
The prince stilled.
“W-would that work?” The prince’s head jerked sharply to his side, and she stiffened in alarm. Was ‘baby’ that bad? Unable to help it, she moved her head to the side, too, trying to capture his gaze, and that was when she saw it.
“Wow,” she whispered in awe.
The prince’s jaw clenched. “Don’t fucking—-”
“You’re blushing—-”
“Goddammit, Fawn—-”
“Again,” she finished unthinkingly.
Their eyes clashed.
And that was when she realized she was in trouble.
“S-sorry—-” But because she couldn’t help herself, she mumbled, “ Baby .”
A deeper shade of red stained the prince’s high-boned cheeks, and a strangled gasp escaped her. “Oh my God, that’s so cu—-”
“Shut up,” the prince snarled, cutting her off. But because he also knew he wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut with just a warning, he decided to silence her in the only other way he knew how.
Sitting up, he lifted her off him, and when he brought her back down, he impaled her with his cock from behind.
As her lips parted in a gasp, the prince chose that exact moment to slide his fingers inside her mouth.
Their gazes met through the mirror in front of the bed, and Fawn couldn’t help writhing in a mixture of embarrassment and desire at the sensual image they portrayed.
From behind, the prince used his free hand to guide her movements, and she began to ride him, all the while with his fingers in her mouth.
“Suck it,” the prince said harshly.
And she did.
She began to suck his fingers, his cock thrusting into her at the same time, and it was like being taken in two different ways.
Her mind whirled, and when he began to pump his hips against her, fucking her harder, her mind started to shut down—-
The sweet, drugging sense of an impending climax began to overtake her body, and she sucked harder on his fingers.
“ Fuck .” The prince was moving even faster and harder now, his strokes wild and rough, but oh God, how it made everything feel even better, so wonderfully better—-
The prince’s free hand squeezed her breast hard.
She sobbed, the sound trapped in her mouth, with her tongue around his fingers.
The prince’s hand moved down, pinching her clit—-
Oh God.
She bit into his fingers as she came, her body shuddering over his like a storm-tossed doll, and a moment later, the prince was surging forward, his cock driving so deep into her it made her almost see stars, her eyes shooting upward to the ceiling as their joined orgasm reached its peak.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself collapsed over the prince’s hard body, his cock still throbbing inside of her.
“Baby.” It was the first thing that came to her mind, and she said it.
Color stained the prince’s cheeks.
Oh!
Her lips started to part, Fawn eager to say it again—-
But this time, she couldn’t, with the prince’s fingers going back into her mouth.
The prince purred, “Let’s see who gives up first.”
IT WAS ALMOST NINE in the morning when she woke up, and this time the prince was still beside her in bed, his gorgeous face relaxed in his sleep. She was tempted to touch him, to feel the silky texture of his hair and the velvety hardness of his cheek.
But she couldn’t.
Not when she had to leave.
Careful not to make any noise, Fawn left the bed and tiptoed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After leaving a note for the prince, she hitched a ride with one of the bodyguards to get back to the mansion.
Swapping her gown for a shirt and jeans, she drove to the nearby restaurant where she and Grant used to date. But unlike before, she had no need to wait. Grant was already there, and the irony wasn’t lost on her.
Why now, Grant?
Why?
He literally jumped to his feet upon seeing her, knocking a glass of water off the table as he did, making Fawn gasp. She rushed to him as a red-faced Grant mumbled his apology, and once the waiter had finished cleaning up, she asked him worriedly, “Are you okay?”
“S-sorry.” Grabbing the bouquet on the table, he nearly shoved it at her, mumbling, “T-this is for you.”
Doing her best not to accidentally swallow some petals, she carefully pulled it away from her face and managed a smile at Grant. “Thank you.”
He pulled her seat out for her, and again, his lack of coordination caused a near mishap, the back of her chair bumping hard against the patron seated behind her.
The older woman sent Grant a quelling look, and Fawn was stunned to see Grant simply accept it. Instead of sitting, she touched his arm, asking quietly, “Are you okay? You don’t seem yourself.” And he didn’t, at all. Even though he looked so much better now, like he had actually gone to sleep and taken a shower before coming to the restaurant – he was still a far cry from the Grant Bennett she had grown up with.
Grant was smiling down at her like she had told him the secrets to the universe. “Thank you for caring, Fawn.”
When they were seated, he continued to look at her with too-bright eyes and a smile that made her feel like she was the only thing that mattered to him.
Once, that would have made her happy.
But now, it simply left her feeling confused, especially when Grant would jump at every loud noise he heard and almost every move he made would result in a mishap. Throughout the meal, she tried hard to be patient, hoping that he would open up. But when their dessert plates were already taken away and he still hadn’t said anything important, she knew she had to take the initiative.
“Grant?”
“Yes, luv?”
“What’s wrong?”
His smile dimmed. “W-what do you mean?”
“Something’s wrong, Grant,” she said gently, “and it’s clearly bothering you.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about—-”
“Please don’t lie.” Frustration made her voice just a little sharp, but to her surprise, the impact on Grant was immediate and incredible, his entire body jerking in his seat.
“G-Grant?” Something was seriously wrong with him, Fawn realized.
He began wringing his hands together over the table. “I h-have something to tell you.”
It was painful to hear him stutter, and despite everything, Fawn’s heart ached for him. “It’s okay if you don’t—-”
“I h-have to.” His face completely stiff and pale, Grant told her everything about his affair with Lou. There was little he was telling her that she didn’t know or suspected, but even so—-
It hurt.
A sick expression had formed on his face by the time he finished, and his voice shook as he said, “I didn’t mean to hurt y-you. I w-wasn’t thinking. I’m s-sorry.”
Fawn could only nod. She had thought that once Grant made his admission, she would have so many things to say, but now that he did – she realized that words were no longer needed. He already knew how much she had been hurt. There was no need to say it out loud.
“I know I d-don’t have the right to ask you this, but...” Grant suddenly grasped both of her hands over the table, squeezing her fingers tightly between his. “Let’s leave, Fawn.” His voice became urgent. “Come back to me, and let’s start again. Let’s go back home.”
When she could only stare at him, he seemed to wilt, and his voice was desperate as he said, “I love you, Fawn.”
Ah. How she had treasured those words once. But it was completely different now. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “But it’s too late.”
Grant whitened.
“The prince—-”
Without warning, Grant bolted away from the table, and for one moment, she could only look at his departing back, completely shocked. But then she saw him rush out of the restaurant and she finally managed to make her limbs work, running after him.
“Grant?” She came out of the restaurant and turning around, she found Grant next to the bushes lining up the restaurant’s facade, throwing up. “Oh my God, Grant! Are you okay?” She hurried to him, rubbing his back, unable to understand what was happening.
Five minutes had passed by the time Grant was able to straighten, and when she tried leading him back to the restaurant, he shook his head jerkily. “No. I d-don’t want to be around too many people.”
Seeing how real terror had darkened his gaze as he spoke, Fawn could only humor him, saying soothingly, “We won’t go back then. What about your car? Is that okay?”
At his nod, she led him to his car, and he followed her obediently, almost like a child rather than the full-grown man that he was. When they reached his car, Fawn’s concern grew when Grant’s shaking fingers had him clumsily dropping his keys.
“Let me?” She took the keys from him and got the car open, helping him inside before going around to get in the passenger seat. Inside, Grant remained still and white-faced, leaving it to her to turn on the engine and air-conditioning.
Minutes passed before Grant finally spoke. “I know about you and the prince.”
She jerked. “Grant—-”
He shook his head vehemently. “I d-don’t want to hear a thing. I d-deserve it.” He swallowed. “The p-prince said it’s nothing compared to h-how I betrayed you, and he w-was right.”
Unable to believe what she was hearing, she asked unevenly, “You spoke to the prince?”
Grant gave her a jerky nod. “H-he told me you would n-never have been with him if you h-hadn’t s-seen me—-”
Fawn bit her lip hard, Grant’s words forcing her to remember the day she had caught him cheating. And even though it was the prince who owned her now—-
It still hurt.
Betrayal would always hurt.
“I think she set you up,” she said dully. “The other girl...”
“S-she did.”
Silence.
“I s-still love you.” Despite his stuttering, Grant’s voice was fierce, his gaze focused on her completely.
“Grant—-”
“ Please .” Grant took hold of her hand. “I n-need you.”
And she could see that he did, more so than he ever had—-
But it was too late.
“I’m sorry.”
“But he d-doesn’t love you.”
“Grant—-”
Taking a deep breath, Grant said tensely, “ It’s true . I k-know you d-don’t have to believe me, but I’m n-not lying. He t-threatened me, Fawn. He told me n-not to h-hurt you, but he a-also told me n-not to tell you I k-know the two of y-you are l-lovers—-”
Fawn slapped him, and as Grant’s head snapped to the sight, she whispered shakily, “Stop lying.”
It took a long time for Grant to face her, but when he did, she was stunned to see tears running down his face.
“Y-you don’t know.” A crazed laugh escaping him, he said hoarsely, “You d-don’t know how t-terrified I am t-to s-say t-the truth. If you only knew—- ”
“Then tell me!”
“ I can’t .” Grant began beating his own chest hard with his fist. “I’m different. You k-know it. I k-know it. Everyone k-knows it.” His voice broke, and tears fell faster down his cheeks. “B-but I had to w-warn you. Because now I know I love you .”
A sob spilled past her lips. “Grant... it’s too late .”
His lips twisted. “E-even so. I n-needed to t-tell you. I o-owed it to you. And I d-don’t want you hurt.” He grabbed her hands. “So please l-listen. He d-doesn’t love you. Y-you’re like a f-fetish to him—-”
“Stop it, Grant—-”
He let her hands go, staring at her with leaden eyes. “I’m n-not lying. But I am sorry .” Grant’s head lowered. “I’m so d-damn sorry it c-came to this.”
She could only stare at Grant, realizing that she was looking at a man she no longer knew.
Because he was right.
He had changed.
But then...so had she.
“If you’re really sorry,” she heard herself whisper, “then promise me one thing.”
Grant’s head jerked up.
“Please pretend this never happened.” She smiled tremulously at his stunned gaze. “If it’s t-true, and I’m n-not saying it is, but if it’s true you’re the only reason I can be with him now, then...” She sucked her breath. “Can you please let me stay with him just a little bit longer?” Her own voice broke. “Give me a chance to make him love me, Grant. I’m begging you. ”
THE PRINCE TURNED AWAY from the windows in his study as soon as he saw Fawn’s car roll down the driveway. Returning to his seat, he waited tautly for the sound of her footsteps, but when they came—-
He sensed her skulking behind the door, which he had left slightly ajar, and he wondered grimly if it was a sign of guilt that she couldn’t make herself enter his study. Then again, he had no right to be furious, did he?
Hadn’t he been the one to demand Bennett to keep his relationship with Fawn?
When the prince got tired of waiting, he took his wine glass from the table, and as he stared into the dark liquid, he murmured, “Stop peeping and come in.”
There was a squeaking sound of horror, and then she was tiptoeing inside his study. He turned to her as she closed the door, and when she spun to face him, their gazes met.
The prince had changed into casual clothes, a white V-necked shirt and black jeans, and he looked gorgeous.
Fawn gulped.
He also looked mad as hell, and as the prince came to his feet to make his way towards her, Fawn couldn’t help gulping again. Why was he mad?
When he reached her, Fawn’s apprehension got the better of her, and she blurted out, “ Sorry !” It didn’t matter that she had no idea what she had done wrong. She had no problems apologizing if that was what it took to make him stop looking at her with those cold green eyes.
When he reached her, stopping less than a foot away, he asked silkily, “Sorry for what?” Before she could even think of answering, he continued, “Sorry for sneaking out of my bed to date your boyfriend?”
Oh.
When he put it like that, it did sound pretty bad , she thought with another gulp. Raising her gaze to his, she said weakly, “Sorry?”
Green eyes blazed at her.
“R-really sorry?”
His gaze swung downwards, and following it, she was stunned and bemused to see him staring at her engagement ring.
“Get rid of it.”
Her eyes widened.
“ Now , dammit.”
His tone made her jump, and she hastily pulled her engagement ring off. Reaching behind her, she hurriedly unclasped her necklace to weave it through her ring—-
“No.” The prince’s captured her hands from behind and forced them down. At the look of bewilderment in her gaze, he said tightly, “I don’t want to see it when you’re with me.” When her mouth opened, he forestalled her words with a hard look. “ Get rid of it .”
“But—-”
“I mean it, Fawn.” The mere sight of that ring trapped inside her fist revolted him, and even though he knew he was being unreasonable, he didn’t give a damn. “You spent the night in my bed,” he gritted out savagely, “and I woke up to find you gone, leaving me for Bennett—-”
“We agreed to meet up last night,” she mumbled helplessly. “W-what am I supposed to do?”
“Ditch him,” he growled. “Why do you even have to fucking ask that?”
Because!
I!
Know!
You!
Only!
Want!
Me!
When!
I’m!
With!
Someone!
Else!
The prince stared at her. “For one moment there, it almost like you were screaming at me—-” He paused. “If screams didn’t have any noise.”
“Well...” Fawn was breathing hard. “You were i-imagining things.” Opening her fist, she looked down on Grant’s engagement ring and the diamond winked up at her, perfect in a way that her life couldn’t be—-
Yet, Fawn reminded herself doggedly. Her life couldn’t be perfect just yet, but it would be.
“What are you doing?” the prince asked coldly when he saw Fawn get back to unclasping her necklace.
“I promise,” Fawn mumbled without meeting his gaze, “you’ll never know it’s there.” She weaved the necklace through the ring before locking it around her neck. After hiding it under her shirt, she finally allowed herself to look back at the prince—-
The prince stared back at her, his gorgeous face expressionless.
She said weakly, “Voila?”
The prince bared his teeth in a sharp smile. “You think you’re being funny?”
“Umm...yes?” His smile became sharper. “Or...no?”
He took a step towards her, and she stepped back.
“You know,” the prince purred, “that I’ll make you pay for what you did, don’t you?” He continued stalking forward, and she continued backing away.
“But you know I c-couldn’t help it—-”
“I know,” the prince acknowledged softly.
She started to brighten up.
“But it doesn’t matter though.”
Fawn’s smile faded, her back hit the door, and she cringed, realizing she was trapped.
The prince closed the distance between them, his arms slamming against the door, and she tensed.
“You...” His head started to lower, and oh, the way he looked at her made her heart jump for all sorts of reasons.
“P-prince?”
He didn’t answer, and it terrified her, but oh, if she had to be honest, it thrilled and excited her, too, making her entire body tremble, and that part of her become slowly wet—-
She clutched his shirt. “Prince...” She tried shoving him away, but he was immovable.
Their eyes met one last time.
She blurted out, “ Baby ?”
The prince froze.
“P-please don’t be mad, baby ?”
A flush darkened the prince’s cheeks, and Fawn almost leapt for joy. Oh thank God, thank God that the prince was still into it, for whatever reason.
“C-can we, um, skip the part where you, um, waste time scaring me to death, and instead go, um, straight to the part where we, um, enjoy our time—-” Fawn ended gasping as the prince lifted her up, and even as her heart beat madly against her chest, she automatically clung to him, her arms going around his neck and her legs wounding around his waist.
Turning around, he brought her back to his table, and with one strong sweep of his arm sent almost every object on his desk flying. Only the phone remained, with everything else tumbling and crashing to the floor. Fawn could only whimper in shock, finding the prince’s actions both seriously terrifying and sexy—-
But there wasn’t any time to think about that.
As soon as the prince had her lying on her back on the desk, he took hold of her shirt and ripped it off, and did the same to her bra. She was bared from the waist up in seconds, leaving her mind whirling in a daze at how swiftly things were moving.
To be fair to the prince, a voice drawled out inside her, you did ask for it.
I know that, but I didn’t mean he had to be in a hurry like this—-aah!
The prince had managed to get rid of the buttons and zip of her jeans and was now wrenching it down her legs. By the time she realized he had her jeans tossed behind his back, he was already reaching for her panties—-
“Wait!”
But they were gone in a second, ripped into two and joining the rest of her clothes on the floor.
The prince’s hands went to his pants, and she managed to raise herself on her elbows. “W-wait, this is going too fa—-” She swallowed as the prince freed his erection from its restraints, his engorged cock springing free.
Oh God.
And then he was sliding into her, every inch of his throbbing cock disappearing into her pussy, and she moaned, her body arching off the desk sharply at his possession.
As the prince raised her legs to form a wide V in the air, his gaze captured hers, demanding her attention—-
And as soon as she gave it to him, he started pounding into her.
Hard. Fast. Deep.
Holding on to her legs, he pounded into her nonstop, all the while holding her gaze with his, as if he never wanted her to forget who owned her.
“P-prince...oh God...” The force of his thrusts and the vulnerable position of her body left her helpless, and all she could do was hang on to the edges of the desk as the prince continued to fuck her like he wanted the feel of his possession imprinted on every part of her.
The phone suddenly started to ring, but the prince paid it no heed, and neither could she. His cock was making her see stars again, the kind that made her feel like floating all the while twisting her stomach into achingly beautiful knots—-
The call went to the answering machine, and both of them heard a familiar voice say, “Hi, Reid. It’s me, Lilac.”
Oh God!
She hurriedly reached for the phone, thinking it was better to end the call, but in her haste she accidentally hit the answer button instead, and the prince’s eyes widened.
“Reid? Can you hear me?”
Without pausing in his thrusts, the prince answered, “Go on.”
Oh God.
Releasing the desk, she quickly covered her mouth, hoping to keep her cries to herself.
Seeing it, the prince smirked, and her eyes widened in alarm.
No, he couldn’t possibly want Lilac to know—-
“And so we’re thinking we should move the event to...”