Chapter Sixteen
Grayson
W e dance again and again. Other people try to cut in, but I simply refuse them .
Ella came, and I’m going to dance with her. It’s as simple as that .
When I don’t think I can dance another step, I take her hand and lead her from the dance floor. Though the crowd is thinning, various people — a Countess, an Earl, a Baron — try to get my attention, but I brush them off as politely as I can .
This will be all over the tabloids tomorrow, but I don’t really give a shit. Prince Grayson Dances Several Times with Same Woman won’t upset even my father as a headline .
We’re nearly out of the ballroom when yet another pompous nobleman steps into my way .
“Your Highness,” he begins. “Allow me to introduce my daughter, Lady Ardana of ...”
Suddenly, Ella’s hand tightens in mine. I look over at her, the nobleman still chattering away about his daughter, and Ella is rigid, her whole body tense, and she’s staring at the other end of the ballroom .
There’s a woman staring right back, and she sends a sharp tingle of recognition through me, though I’m having trouble placing her. She’s flanked by two younger women who are both fiddling with their hair and staring down at their phones, but the older woman in the middle is just watching Ella .
And Ella is motionless, staring right back. Alarm bells are going off in my head, because even though I don’t know why they’re staring at each other, I don’t like the way this woman’s looking at Ella .
My Ella .
I straighten my spine. I’m no longer even pretending to listen to this nobleman prattle on and on, I’m just full-force glaring back at this woman, tightening my hand on Ella’s .
“It’s an honor, Your Highness,” another woman’s voice says, and I finally turn .
A girl — probably the nobleman’s daughter, though I’ve clearly not been paying attention — curtsies very, very low, giving me a view straight down her cleavage .
I don’t even glance, I just nod at her .
“Likewise,” I say, and turn away with Ella .
“Who is that?” I growl when we’re out of earshot .
Ella just shakes her head, her cheeks turning faintly pink. Rage simmers inside me, though I don’t quite understand why .
“Don’t worry about it,” she says, her voice soft and gentle .
“I’m going to go have a word with her,” I say, and start for the woman .
“Please don’t!” Ella says, grabbing my hand in both of hers .
I stop. People around us are watching us like hawks, but I ignore them .
“I’m having such a nice time,” she says, her blue eyes searching mine. “Can’t we just leave the ball like we were going to and go ...”
Ella turns bright pink, all the way from her collarbones to her forehead, and I swallow hard. His Royal Hardness is suddenly at full mast, so rigid and insistent that I can practically feel the seams on these pants ripping open .
Instantly, I’ve forgotten about the blonde woman, and I smirk at Ella, pulling her closer in to me. My hard cock brushes up against her, and the sensation sends a tremble through my whole body .
“Go where?” I whisper, teasing her .
She swallows, looking down .
“I just thought... somewhere else?” she whispers. “Somewhere that we could be alone ?”
She doesn’t have to ask twice. I practically barrel for the doors, knocking nobles out of my way left and right. I’m already thinking about the things I’m going to do to this perfect, luscious girl, the way I’m going to make her sigh and scream my name, and I don’t give a damn who hears .
I push open the massive door, pull Ella through, and shut it behind us. The doormen stare, and though I have the urge to kiss her right then and there, I fight it because I don’t want our first kiss to be with two of my father’s servants gawking at me .
There’s a small, private hallway off the foyer, and I lead Ella in there, away from their eyes .
She gasps as I spin her around, take her by the waist, and push her against the wall .
“Is this why you came to the ball?” I murmur, pressing my body against hers .
She’s panting for breath, her perfect pink lips parted. Her tongue slides along the inside of her top lip, an unconscious gesture that makes my dick nearly explode .
“Is what why ?”
“Because you wanted to take me up on my offer from last week,” I say, stroking her hip through the sparkling fabric with one hand. “Though now that you’re here, I plan on making this anything but quick .”
“I hadn’t forgotten,” she whispers. “But, Your Highness — ”
“Grayson.”
“I wasn’t expecting this, I just came because it seemed like it would be fun, I really didn’t think you’d remember .”
I just chuckle .
“Well, I did remember,” I say, letting my lips graze her ear. “I remember the way you bit your lip when you took our order. I remember how hard I got watching your ass when you bent over the table. I remember wanting to hear you moan as you rode my cock, right there in the booth .”
I bite her ear gently, and she gasps .
“And I remember you turning me down so I had to fantasize about sinking my cock into your sweet little pussy for a week straight .”
Ella moves her hips against me unconsciously, and that’s all it takes .
I bend down and press my lips to hers, claiming her sweet, pink mouth. She kisses me back, her hands on my shoulders, her lips needy and hungry in a way that lights a nuclear fire inside me .
I swipe my tongue along her lower lip, and she moans softly as she opens her mouth and I plunder her with my tongue, tasting her, taking her.
I kiss Ella nearly hard enough to bruise her but she kisses me back just as fiercely, her body moving against mine with an intensity that makes me think I might lose my mind .
I run one hand up her side, feeling her warm body under her dress, the curve of her breast swelling with each breath. It’s almost more than I can take .
I need her here, now , and I don’t care who knows what we’re doing. I skim my thumb over one nipple, through the fabric, and even through her bra I feel it stiffen under my hand .
“Ella,” I whisper into her ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name, and I’m going to do it right here in this hallway .”
Ella freezes suddenly, holding her breath .
“Wait,” she whispers. “ Grayson .”
“What?” I ask, kissing her neck, her collarbone .
All I can think about is getting on my knees in front of this perfect, beautiful girl. Licking her sweet pussy and tasting her until she comes completely undone .
Ella clears her throat. She clears it again, until I stop and look up at her .
“I’m a virgin,” she says .