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She almost, almost buckled, but knowing that she would end up drowning forced her to stay excruciatingly still even as her world began to splinter.
It was too, too much, and she moaned long and hard as the prince continued to eat her pussy. “P-priiiiiiiiiiiince. P-pleeeeeease.”
Oh God, oh God, the way he was eating her made her feel oooooh sooooo gooood——
The prince’s mouth moved up, closing around her tightly wound clit.
Her world shattered, and Fawn came with a scream.
THEY STAYED THERE FOR what seemed like forever, lounging on the daybed, their naked bodies entwined to ward off the cold. With a blanket of starry skies above them, it felt like she and the prince were in a world of their own, allowing Fawn to shed her inhibitions, her doubts, and everything else that made reality undesirable.
Time passed without them noticing as they talked and talked, their low, soft murmurs playing an intimate melody in the quiet of the night while the prince would occasionally run his fingers down her spine and Fawn would shyly reciprocate his caresses, her own fingers tracing the defined contours of his muscles.
Nestled in the prince’s arms, she told him of her loneliness growing up, of having no time to do anything fun because she was too busy working, and how she had never stopped seeing Grant as her employer’s son even when he had already become her boyfriend.
He told her of his life in England and how he had always felt out of place until he met his friends in boarding school. He told her of his parents, those who died saving him and those who loved him despite the fact that he wasn’t of their blood, and when he finished, she was, of course, crying.
“You cry too much,” the prince said with a sigh, but his touch was exquisitely tender as he took her in his arms.
Fawn was halfway to falling asleep by the time they made it back to his bedroom, but when she felt him lower her feet back to the floor and reach for her robe to push it off—-
Her eyes flew open. “P-prince?”
He only smiled down at her, saying, “We both need a shower.”
This time, she didn’t even think of arguing, feeling like she would be bordering on becoming a hypocrite if she did. Just stop overthinking things, she told herself, and let go.
And so she did, and it turned out to be the quickest and longest shower she ever had as well as the hottest, literally and figuratively. As steaming hot water cascaded down on their bodies, the prince pushed her against the wall before going down on her once more.
She gasped as his fingers started to ease her folds wide open, stretching them wider and wider until it was like he could see her completely.
“Hold it open for me,” the prince gritted out, and oh God, she could only obey him even as her fingers trembled at having to do something so blatantly amatory.
First, she felt his mouth, raining kisses on her pussy and making her legs tremble hard. Second, she felt his tongue, licking the folds and lapping up the moisture that started to turn her sensitive skin creamy. It had her head leaning back against the wall as her eyes rolled back. It was sweet beautiful agony, but none of it could compare to the pleasure of what he did last—-
Three fingers pushed inside of her just as his mouth once again closed over her throbbing clit.
“Priiiiiiiiince!” Her entire body shuddered as he began to fuck her with his fingers and destroy her with the whipping moves of his tongue around her clit. Passion obliterated her senses, leaving her a sobbing, writhing mess at the mercy of the prince. It should have terrified Fawn, how much control the prince had over her, but it didn’t.
Instead she wanted more. Instead she wanted it to last for an eternity, even when every flick of his tongue against her clit made every second feel a thousand times longer, and every deep plunge of his fingers made her feel like trying to open her pussy up just a bit more—-
More, more, more.
She chanted the words in her mind, and when it wasn’t enough, she screamed it, “Moreeeeeee.”
And the prince gave it to her, fisting her this time, his whole hand going inside her.
She saw stars, and she screamed, falling apart in his arms as her hands lost its strength to hold on to anything and her legs completely gave out.
But even so, her orgasm didn’t stop, and the prince was there to hold her up, all the while lapping every drop of cum as creamy wetness flowed out of her like an endless, shuddering stream of pleasure.
When it was over, she had simply no energy left to do anything, and the prince had his way with everything. He dressed her in a new set of pajamas, chuckling when he saw that it had a My Little Pony design.
“Shut up,” she mumbled. “I hate you, it’s a nice design, stop being judgmental.” Unfortunately, her half-weary, half-dazed tone effectively took the sting out of her words, turning the reprimand into a dreamy murmur. The prince chuckled yet again as he scooped her up in his arms, and she sighed as the rich, dark sound caused a sensual shiver to lightly skitter down her spine.
It was clearly a waste of time, trying to get mad at the prince when she was this tired...and content.
After laying her down on the bed, the prince straightened and gave himself a few moments to simply enjoy the sight of his virgin, looking completely exhausted because of the pleasure he gave her.
Sensing his gaze on her, she managed to open one eye and promptly closed it again when she saw the arrogant look of satisfaction on the prince’s too-handsome face.
The prince laughed, knowing exactly why she was pretending to sleep. “I need to go to the study for a bit, parthena mou .”
“Will you be alright?”
“I’m not a baby.” But with Fawn mumbling her words, the prince thought in amusement that she actually did sound like a baby at that moment.
An indeterminate amount of time had passed when an insistent buzzing sound drew Fawn out of her sleep. Forcing her eyes open, she fumbled groggily for her phone when she realized someone was calling her. Just as she hit the button to answer the call, she heard the door open—-
It was the prince, and the frown marring his forehead had her sitting up, concern making her wide-awake. “P-prince?”
“I need to go to the hospital,” the prince said abruptly as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Keanne was almost kidnapped earlier.”
“Keanne, Jason’s fiancée?” At the prince’s nod, she shook her head, asking worriedly, “Is she okay?”
“Just bruises and a couple of minor injuries, but Jason’s understandably insisting for her to stay in the hospital overnight.”
When his forbidding expression didn’t ease, she hesitated a moment before touching his arm, saying uncertainly, “Jason Christakos is strong, prince. He won’t let something like this—-” She stopped when the prince shook his head at her.
“While I do wish Keanne hadn’t suffered, it is as you said, and I know Christakos will not let something like it happen again.”
“I see.” She gazed at him, bemused. “Then...you’re displeased over something else?”
The prince frowned. “Don’t you see what this means, parthena mou ?”
“Not really?”
His frown deepened, and the prince said seriously, “It means I won’t be able to fuck you tonight.”
Oh.
Right.
She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Prince!” But the truth was, that particular scenario hadn’t even occurred to her. And now that it had—-
When the prince looked at her knowingly, Fawn hastily rearranged her face into a scowl before any other expression came out.
Don’t you dare let him think you’re disappointed, Fawn Cornwall.
Don’t you dare or you’ll never hear the end of it.
“Tomorrow night,” the prince promised solemnly, “I definitely won’t allow for any other distractions. I’ll be all yours, and—-” A smile brimming with sensual promise slashed over the prince’s lips as he placed his hand on his chest in a gesture of sincerity. “You can do whatever you want with my body—-”
All sorts of sexual ideas flooded her mind, and her face became suffused with color. “Oh my God.” How could he say such things with such shamelessness? “I would never, like never—-”
But then the import of the prince’s words managed to really sink in—-
The prince’s body...
Hers to do with as she pleased...
Fawn gulped.
Did that mean she could ask him to pleasure himself in front of her—-
Fawn turned redder as she realized what she was thinking.
Stop being so lewd, Fawn!
“I see you’ve thought of something,” the prince drawled.
Fawn gave the prince her fiercest scowl. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.” Oh God, didn’t she sound too defensive? She cleared her throat. “Like, never .” Oh God, she still sounded defensive. “N-no idea at all—-” She saw the prince’s lips curve in a smirk.
Riiiight.
He totally knew she had thought of something.
The prince started tracing her lips with his thumb, and Fawn tried but failed to stop her body from trembling.
“Tomorrow,” the prince murmured huskily. “No matter what happens, I will take your virginity—-”
Goose bumps popped all over her body as her imagination again went into overdrive.
“And you’ll finally be mine.” The prince’s burning emerald green gaze captured hers as he spoke, and every part of her that could melt did melt at the look of dark possessiveness in his eyes.
“Uuuuuuumm.” Cringing at her incoherence, Fawn managed to lift her chin and say very eloquently—-
“Whatever.”
The prince grinned. “There’s no need to hide the truth, parthena mou. ”
“I’m n-not hiding anything.” His thumb left her mouth, and she steeled herself, pretending that the loss of his touch didn’t make her heart ache.
“If you’re not...” The prince looked at her with hooded lids. “Then why don’t you show me how disappointed you feel that I can’t sink my cock inside of you tonight—-”
Aaaaaah.
Fawn let out a gasp of outrage, but really it was just to hide the fact that she wanted to die of embarrassment. “How dare you?” And really, how dare he? How dare he see through her?
The prince leaned away and cocked his head to the side, asking in a politely curious tone, “How dare I what? Say the truth?” His voice turned into a mocking purr filled with sexual innuendo. “Which is that you really don’t want me to leave—-”
“Oh! My! God! You!” She shook her head vehemently even as the flush in her cheeks spread to the rest of her body. “I wasn’t thinking of any such thing.” Her huffy tone made her wince inside, but even so she still ended up digging herself a deeper grave, muttering, “If your friends need you, then of course I w-won’t stop you from going to them.”
“Ah. Then you’re saying if it weren’t for Keanne, you wouldn’t have let me leave?”
Aaaargh.
“Stop twisting my words—-”
“Only if you stop hiding the truth, my beautiful liar.”
“I’m not lying. If you want to go—-” She raised her chin. “Then go!” But the moment the words slipped past her lips, Fawn wanted to take them back. Oh my God, what was she saying?
The prince sighed. “And the lies continue.” The knowing look he gave her somehow made the prince a hundred times more gorgeous and annoying at the same time. “We both know you’ll miss me the moment I’m gone.”
“That’s stupid.” Actually, it was not.
“If you don’t tell me the truth,” the prince warned lightly, “then I’ll be forced to prove you wrong and not come back tomorrow at all.”
“W-whatever.” She tossed her hair at him, making a deliberate show of snubbing the prince.
Silence.
Her irritation started to fade, and fear started to creep in.
Would he really not come back tomorrow just to prove his point?
Her eyes stung at the thought, and she glared hard at the blank wall in front of her.
Don’t you dare cry—-
The prince’s fingers suddenly cupped her chin, forcing her to turn to him. When she refused to still look at him, the prince gently knocked his forehead with hers, saying softly, “How stubborn you are.” When he spoke again, his smile was evident in his tone as he murmured, “And how you love to pretend to be uncompromisingly tough—-”
“I’m not pretending,” she said very fiercely. It had to be that way because it was the only thing that could keep the tears from falling.
The prince started to move—-
She stiffened.
And then he was suddenly bending his head down, peering at her face, and as she reared back in surprise, the naked expression on her face exposed, the prince murmured slyly, “It’s too bad those tears glistening in your eyes tell a different story.”
Oh!
Feeling humiliated, Fawn tried to scramble away, but the prince only chuckled and pulled her to him. She started to struggle, but it was no use, with his arms closing around her in a steely embrace.
“ Mi dispiace .” The prince cupped her face. “ Syngnomi .” He tipped her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry.” A tear escaped her eye, and he gently wiped it away, murmuring with a little sigh, “You cry too much.”
Lips trembling at the effort to prove him wrong, she mumbled, “I d-do n-not.”
“Yes you do—-” He pulled her close again, and placing his head atop hers, he murmured, “and it’s too cute.”
Oh.
The prince thought she was...cute.
From feeling like she wanted to bawl like a kid one moment, it was all she could do not to jump for joy the next.
The prince thought she was cute!
She scowled hard against the crook of his neck, the only way not to grin just as hard. But then the prince’s arms tightened around hers, and it was impossible to keep resisting, and her arms slowly wound around his neck—-
Heaven.
The prince murmured against her hair, “If things weren’t too dangerous now, I’d never leave you. You know that, don’t you?”
She shook her head. “I don’t know that.”
The prince chuckled over her head. “You’re actually acting spoiled.”
The prince gave her an almost painful squeeze as he spoke, and she let out a surprised yelp.
“It’s your fault,” the prince said without pity. “You were being too cute.”
Oh!
The prince pulled away, and when their eyes met, he said quietly, “If it’s any comfort...” His beautiful lips twisted. “And I can’t believe I’m saying this to you—-”
Her eyes went wide, and then she couldn’t stop herself, saying eagerly, “Tell me.”
He winced. “And now I’m wishing I hadn’t said anything at all.”
“Tell me, tell me, tell me—-” The prince stopped the rush of words with a finger on her lips.
But then her puppy brown eyes flew to his, and it was almost like he could hear the same words coming from her.
Tell me, tell me, tell me.
Ah.
She won, he lost, and taking his finger off her mouth, the prince said with a sigh, “I’ll probably miss you a thousand times more, parthena mou. When you’re not with me,” the prince muttered, “I’m thinking of you, and when you’re with me, I still end up thinking of you—-” He broke off.
Fawn gazed at him searchingly—-
And then she saw it.
Fawn gasped. “Are you blushing?”
The prince glared at her. “No.” But fuck it, he knew he was .
Fawn was still staring at him.
The prince wanted to strangle her.
Fawn opened her mouth.
The prince said coldly, “ Don’t even think of it—-”
“If you’re not blushing—-”
“Do you want to die?”
“—-then why are your cheeks red ?”
FUCK.
Fawn rubbed her eyes once, twice, thrice, but oh! It was really happening.
A darker shade of red was staining the prince’s high-boned cheeks, and she blurted out, “You’re so cute, too—-”
The prince suddenly pinched her cheeks hard. “Shut up.”
“Woway.” That meant okay , and she really was okay with shutting up, but oh, what she couldn’t do was stop herself from grinning.
The prince would miss her a thousand times more!
The prince thought of her when he wasn’t with her!
The prince—-
Made her happy.
Her entire body sagged at the realization.
The prince made her happy.
She stared at him with eyes made blank by all the memories rushing to her mind.
“Fawn, answer me. Are you alright?”
“I a-am.” And she was, even if all her eyes could see was the prince in the past.
She remembered the days she had used to desperately hide from him while working, and the day that he had caught her in the hallway outside his study—-
“That’s quite a frown you’ve there.”
She remembered the way she had tried so hard to smile—-
“You look like a clown.”
And when she had tried harder—-
“A psychopath now, but it will do.”
She remembered the day she had spewed water all over the prince’s shirt.
“You know I didn’t mean it. It’s j-just that I didn’t expect you to be here. I mean, everyone said you’d be away for another week—-”
Any other employer would have her fired on the spot, but instead the prince had actually apologized, albeit sarcastically.
“I apologize if I failed to inform you in advance about the change in my schedule .”
He was the Prince of Darkness, a man whom everyone thought was colder and crueler than most people, and yet all she could remember from him was kindness.
She looked at the prince.
And she remembered the day when she found out about Grant cheating on her—-
She remembered the prince using the darkness to protect her, covering her eyes as he asked—-
What do you want to do?
And it was such a simple question, but even then she had known.
The prince would have done anything she would ask of him.
Anything.
Because he was that kind of man.
The kind that could make her smile, laugh—-
The kind that could make her happy—-
The kind that could make the bitterness disappear, the sadness fade—-
And just like that, she knew.
She wanted to make him happy, too.
Because she loved him.
THE PRINCE’S GAZE NARROWED when Fawn suddenly looked at him with determined, calculating eyes, almost the way a predator eyed its prey. It was a ludicrous idea, considering how he was much more powerful than her, but even so, the slightest frisson of unease ran down the prince’s spine.
When Fawn started leaning towards him, he almost leaned back to avoid her—-
Dammit, this was ridiculous.
He glared at her, warning darkly, “Whatever it is you’re thinking—-”
To his even greater surprise and unease, Fawn cut him off, asking in a suspiciously high-pitched voice, “A-are you in a h-hurry to leave?”
Fuck. His unease deepened, and the prince asked warily, “Why do you ask?”
“B-because I’d l-like to kiss you goodbye.”
The prince stilled, but even as his body went taut in an instant, he didn’t allow himself to relax completely, thinking that he was missing something.
In front of him, Fawn wetted her lips, her pink tongue darting out—-
Fuck.
Arousal, raw, deep and excruciatingly hot, forced his cock to stretch into longer and harder proportions, and the prince sucked in his breath.
Fawn’s heart started to beat harder and harder at the near-feral look of lust in the prince’s gaze. “P-prince?”
Their gazes collided, and oh, the way he was staring at her now—-
She almost threw herself at him but caught herself in time, the few functioning brain cells she had warning her against being selfish. If Jason Christakos had a grave need for the prince, then she had no choice but to wait for another time to do what she wanted.
But if not—-
She raised her gaze to him, her tone unconsciously pleading as she asked, “P-please tell me you’re not in a hurry?”
The prince rasped out, “No.”
Oooooh.
“I don’t have to leave right away.”
The moment the words left the prince’s lips, Fawn didn’t let herself think.
She simply pushed the prince down, his back bouncing against the bed, and even as his raised eyebrows made her turn red, she still rose on her knees and reached for his belt buckle, saying determinedly, “It’s my turn t-to please you . I’m g-going to kiss you goodbye t-there .”
The prince stilled in surprise, unable to believe that he had heard Fawn actually utter such a promise. But then she started to wrestle with his belt, her cheeks turning redder by the second, and he found himself fighting back a smile.
His beautiful liar was really quite unpredictable, he mused, and it was sexy as hell, the way she kept surprising him. When her clumsy fingers moved on to the zip of his pants, the prince drawled, “Do you need help?”
“No.” She glared at him even as she continued to blush and struggle with lowering his zip without actually touching his erection. “I can do this.”
The prince raised himself on his elbows, asking in genuine puzzlement, “What exactly are you having difficulties with?”
She didn’t answer.
“Fawn?”
Grimacing, she admitted reluctantly, “I just don’t want to accidentally touch your...” She paused.
The frustration in her brown eyes was all the clue he needed, and he said slowly, “Are you talking about my...err... conana ?”
“Stop calling it that!”
His eyes widened. He was actually right ? So that meant...she really was trying to lower his fly without touching his cock? For one moment, the prince could only stare at her, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to figure that out even in a hundred years.
“It’s not that weird,” she mumbled defensively.
“It is,” he said bluntly.
“It’s not,” she insisted. “It just d-doesn’t feel right, like it’s cheating. I think I should only touch...it...when—-stop laughing!”
But the prince couldn’t stop. Dio. Fawn was simply out of this world , the prince thought, and he would never want her any other way.
“It’s not that funny,” she protested even as she finally managed to pull the zipper down.
“It is,” he assured her.
“It’s not.” She worked on his pants and briefs next, which were a lot easier, and in no time at all, his engorged and rigidly aroused—-
No more hiding behind the truth, Fawn Cornwall.
With what you’re about to do, you need to learn to say it.
Fawn mentally squared her shoulders.
I am staring at the prince’s c-c-c-c-cock.
The prince’s erection twitched violently, and the sight was more than enough to have her folds slowly get wet.
Cock. Cock. Cock.
This was the prince’s cock she was staring at—-
“Fawn?” The prince’s voice was hoarse. It was both heaven and hell to have Fawn staring so intently at his erection, and his fists clenched against his sides as he forced himself to wait for Fawn to make the next move.
Realizing that she would lose her courage if she allowed herself to continue dithering, Fawn took a deep breath—-
Don’t overthink.
She took hold of the prince’s cock with one hand—-
The prince’s breath came out in a hiss.
Fawn lowered her head.
His eyes widened. “Fawn—-”
Her mouth closed over his cock.
The prince groaned.
Fawn began to suck.
“ Fuck .” His fingers instinctively drove through her hair. “ Fuck.”
The raw need in the prince’s words had her sucking harder, and the prince’s groans turned into a growl of agonized pleasure.
“God. Fawn. Fuck.”
Her tongue laved around the head of his cock, and the prince’s ass arched off the bed. His grip on her tightened, and when she continued licking the head of his cock, the prince couldn’t stop himself.
He began to pump his hips up to meet the up-and-down movement of her head, wanting to get more and more of his cock inside her sweet, tight mouth.
Soon, the sucking sounds that Fawn made with her mouth were the only thing that could be heard in the room, with the prince left to gritting his teeth as he fought to control himself from fucking her mouth hard—-
But then he felt her small, soft hands curl under his hips just before her fingers dug into his ass, clutching them hard as she slowly ran her tongue along the slit on the head of his cock.
His control snapped.
“Goddammit, Fawn.”
And then he was fucking her mouth hard, thrusting his cock all the way to the back of her throat, and goddammit , but he could no longer stop, the pleasure taking over him. He could feel her fingers digging deeper into his ass as she tried desperately to accommodate the length of his erection, but even with her struggling he couldn’t stop himself.
The prince thrust in and out, pounding her mouth with his cock—-
Fawn squeezed his ass hard, and her mouth mirrored the action, her lips closing tightly around his cock.
The prince came with a roar, and his cock jerked violently inside her mouth as it released a strong, heavy load of cum down her throat. He came hard and long, a part of him expecting her to pull away and throw up on the amount of cum filling her mouth.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she swallowed every fucking drop, her throat working furiously, and when his cock finally twitched one last time, he felt her licking him dry—-
Goddammit.
When she released his cock with a popping sound, he hauled her to him, and she tumbled against his chest with a gasp. His arms tightened around her, and he said hoarsely, “You were magnificent, parthena mou .”
She mumbled something incoherently, and he laughed, drawling lazily, “You’re being cute again.”
Fawn let out a moan of pure embarrassment.
Now that it was all over and her senses were slowly returning, she just couldn’t believe she had actually done that.
Was this how true love worked, she wondered dizzily.
All these years, the only love she had known was what she had felt for Grant, and it was the kind that made her heart skip but never made her heart ache. It had been the kind that was both sweet and immature, tender because it was untested.
It was love that had been born out of infatuation and the need to have someone to lean on, and she had always been the one who needed , and Grant always the one who answered the need. He had never made Fawn want to protect him or keep him safe—-
The thought made her mind reel harder, and she drew an uneven breath, feeling like she was about to explode with the way her heart was spinning out of control inside her chest.
How funny and strange it was, she thought numbly, that it was the Prince of Darkness who made her feel like she wanted to be the strongest woman in the world, just so she could protect him.
When the prince finally lifted her off, Fawn didn’t hesitate, quickly crawling under the covers and pulling it all the way over her head, not wanting the prince to see her face while she was still feeling too vulnerable and exposed.
She loved the prince, yes, but love didn’t make her stupid.
She also knew that the prince didn’t love her back—-
Yet, Fawn reminded herself forcefully.
After dressing himself, the prince stood up, and glancing at Fawn, his lips curved at the sight of the lump under the covers. “I’m going now, parthena mou .”
After listening to more incoherent mumbling, he asked in an amused voice, “Are you speaking your version of German again?”
His smile widened as the lump under the covers moaned and shrunk a size smaller, and with a shake of his head, he reached for the edge of the covers. “I’d like to see your face before I go.” They played a bit of tug-of-war between them, but in the end the prince’s strength still won, and he pulled the covers down to her chin.
Fawn glared up at him, fingers tightly holding the covers to herself as she muttered darkly, “Go away.”
He laughed. “I’ll miss you, too.” He ran his knuckles down one soft cheek, murmuring, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Turning away, he caught sight of Fawn’s phone on the bedside table, and his brows lifted imperceptibly when he saw that there was an ongoing call.
Based on the duration of the call, which continued to run, it had started just before he had come to this room—-
And it was from Bennett.
How disappointingly masochistic, the prince thought dispassionately. He had never pictured the other man to be the type to listen while his girlfriend gave another man a blowjob, and the realization made the prince muse idly about what else he might not have read correctly.
Fawn frowned when she saw the prince reach for her cell phone. “What is it?”
“Sorry,” the prince apologized without missing a beat. “I erased your call history.” He handed the phone back to Fawn.
She gaped at him. “Why?”
“I hated seeing how all the calls came from Bennett.”
Memory returned in a flash, and Fawn shot up from under the covers with a horrified gasp. “Oh God, I forgot about Grant’s call !”
The prince raised a brow, asking calmly, “And you’re worried because?”
“I answered his call just before you came into the room, and...” Fawn gnawed on her lip, guilt eating her alive at the thought that Grant could have heard something.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the thought of what it would do to Grant if he knew what was happening.
He might have cheated on her first, but even so—-
She wouldn’t have wished her pain on anyone, not even Grant.
Looking up at the prince, she asked in a small voice, “Do you think it’s possible that he could have heard us—-”
“No,” the prince answered swiftly. “It’s not possible.” The prince didn’t hesitate to utter the lie, and he knew he would have done the same thing, as many times as needed, if it was the only way to keep Fawn from looking so haunted.
Reaching for the covers, he gently made Fawn lie back down again before pulling them up to her chin. “Go back to sleep, parthena mou. You’re worrying over nothing.”
He waited until her eyes fell closed before leaving, and when he saw Igor waiting for him at the foot of the stairs, he knew without the other man saying a word that his long overdue confrontation with Grant Bennett had finally arrived.
FUCK THE PRINCE OF Darkness. Fuck him to hell.
Grant’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he drove like mad to the prince’s residence. Even now, he couldn’t get the sound of Fawn – his girlfriend, his fucking girlfriend – sucking on the prince’s cock.
The thought had him carelessly swiping for the bottle of whisky on the passenger seat, and he took another swig. The liquid burned a path down his throat, but instead of calming him down, it only made him see red—-
Fuck the Prince of Darkness. Fuck him to hell.