by Tee, Marian
Dammit. He could feel color staining his cheeks at the sweet sincerity in her voice, and his balls started to ache at the need to have that sweetness surround his cock. Glaring at her in the dark as the need for revenge filled him, he said darkly, “Thank me with your body tomorrow.”
Fawn gasped.
“Make sure you scream really hard while you’re at it.”
Another gasp.
“And while we’re at it, I also want you to say, I want your conana every time I thrust—-”
“Oh my God, I’m going to sleep.” She flipped to the other side, turning her back on the prince, and grabbed the ends of her pillow to cover both her ears.
But the prince wasn’t finished. “Yes, you should have as much sleep as you can since I won’t let you sleep a wink tomorrow night. I’m going to explore every inch of your pussy, and you’re going to suck my conana—-”
“LA, LA, LA!” She sang off tune to drown the sound of his words.
The prince laughed. “Good night, parthena mou.”
“You’re evil,” Fawn mumbled. “Everyone in this stupid house is evil.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“Evil.”
But a minute later, and the prince actually heard Fawn start to...snore.
Unbelievable.
He rose up to a sitting position, wanting to know if she was just faking it, but one look at her face told him that she had really fallen asleep.
Unbelievable.
It was their first fucking night to share a bed, and while his cock felt like it was about to burst out of his pants any moment, Fawn had fallen asleep like a baby.
The prince slowly shook his head. Unbelievable. And yet, he was more amused than angry.
He looked down at her hand, which still clasped his even in her slumber, and his smile faded.
Fawn.
She really was here with him.
But was it the right thing to do?
His phone vibrated against the bedside table, interrupting his thoughts and forcing the prince to carefully pull his fingers out of Fawn’s hold. Taking the phone off the table, he stepped out to the balcony to avoid disturbing her sleep.
“What is it?”
Noah reported his findings. “It’s not yet a hundred percent confirmed, sir, but we’ve enough reason to believe Davos has offered a bounty for anyone who can kidnap Beatrice Crichton.” Noah’s voice became grim. “Dead or alive.”
“If he thinks that will get me to give Beatrice Crichton up, he obviously doesn’t know me well enough.” The prince’s gaze turned hard. “Stay on top of this, Noah. But in the meantime, I also want you to triple our security.” His place was a fortress that had never been breached but even so, he wasn’t going to take any chances, especially with Fawn living here.
“Yes, sir.”
“Have the safe house on the island prepared as well, just in case we need to transfer her.”
“Understood, sir.”
When the call ended, the prince slowly walked back to his bedroom. For one long moment, he simply stood over Fawn, watching her sleep. He had thought he would have more time with her, but the way things were going—-
A month, the prince thought.
At most, he would have a month with her before he had to take action and make sure that Beatrice Crichton would be out of Davos’ reach until she took the witness stand in court.
The prince’s fists clenched.
A month to make memories with her, a month to pretend that he deserved someone like her before he let the dream go. A month before he had to remember who he was—-
The Prince of Darkness.
And people like him always stood alone.
****
“Time to get up, parthena mou.” The prince’s low murmur slowly woke her up, and when Fawn felt the prince sweep her off the bed, she simply snuggled closer and sleepily wrapped her arms around his neck.
Don’t think, she reminded herself drowsily. The prince told her that overthinking would make the pain worse so from now on, she was not going to think. She wasn’t even going to let her brain function in any way. She was just going to go with the flow, and that was that.
When Fawn felt the prince lower her to the floor, a startled sound of protest escaped her as she felt the icy cold marble under her bare feet. Wondering where the prince had taken her, she forced her eyes to open—-
OH MY GOD, I SHOULD HAVE USED MY BRAIN!
The prince had taken her to his private bath, and right beside them was his marble-inlaid hot tub.
“W-what are we doing here?” Fawn stammered.
“What do you think?” As the prince smiled at her, that was the only moment she noticed that he was wearing nothing but a black towel wrapped low on his hips. Everything else was completely exposed—-
Completely.
His broad shoulders, his rock-hard chest that was packed with muscles, his strong long legs—-
Fawn’s senses started to swim in a familiar sensation that was both painful and glorious at the same time.
This was bad. This was good. This was—-oh she was so confused!
The prince’s emerald gaze captured hers, and it was like having her soul sucked out of her. Holy, holy, holy sweet——
Oh, the way he looked at her with hooded lids—-
“Take off your clothes, parthena mou.”
Aaaaaaah.
Her fingers slowly reached for buttons of her pajama top—-
Wait.
“Oh my God,” Fawn moaned. “Why am I even following you?”
The prince’s smile widened. “Because you know this will keep the pain away.”
“That’s starting to sound like a line,” she accused him.
“Or you can tell yourself I’ve successfully hypnotized you.”
“That’s stupid.”
“Then perhaps...you never loved Grant, and it’s me you’ve loved all along?”
She burst into laughter.
He didn’t smile.
She stopped laughing, saying uneasily, “You weren’t joking?”
“So falling in love with me is that impossible?”
“Uh yes? I mean, no? Like seriously—”
The prince lifted her off her feet—-
“Prince!”
—-and dumped her into the bath, which was half-filled with ice cold water.
“Prince!” Her teeth immediately started to chatter, but she had no time to worry about freezing when the prince immediately started methodically removing her clothes. She thrashed about the water, but one by one, the prince was able to strip everything off her.
Her pajama top – gone.
Her pajama bottom – gone.
Her underwear – gone.
And just like that, she was naked. Shrieking at the realization, Fawn hastily sank herself into the water while crossing her arms over her chest and pressing her legs together. “You’re so incredibly...evil!”
In the act of switching the tap for hot water, the prince couldn’t help shaking his head at her, murmuring, “If that’s all you can say, then yes, I’m probably evil incarnate compared to you.” His lips twitched. “Which I suppose makes you...an angel?”
Before she could think of a sassy comeback, she saw him reach for his towel. He started to unwrap it from his body, and she let out another shriek. “Prince!” But he was still stripping himself, and she sank herself deep underwater. She felt the prince dip into thetubl, his leg brushing against her shoulder, and she tried crawling away—-
The prince caught hold of her by the waist.
She resurfaced with a gasp. “Let me go!” But the prince was pulling her back as he leaned against the tub’s wall. She landed against his chest, her back pressed intimately to his body, and his erection, rigid and throbbing, brushing against the slit of her bottom.
Fawn froze even as her face turned red once more.
“Relax.” His word tickled her ear, and she bit back a moan even as her body jerked in reaction.
“I hate you,” she muttered, thinking she might just end up embarrassing herself to death if things continued this way.
The prince chuckled behind her. “Of course you do. You hate me so much...” His arms went around her to palm her breasts. “—-that your breasts can’t help begging for my touch.”
Oh.
She squeezed her eyes shut in mortification, knowing that it was impossible to deny the prince’s words. Her breasts had indeed swollen to an impossibly large size, and they were definitely begging for his touch. The prince began to knead her aching flesh, and she swallowed back another moan.
“Relax, parthena mou. I’m not going to fuck you just yet.”
“A-are you expecting me to jump for joy?” she choked.
The prince peered at her face from behind, countering, “Are you saying you’re disappointed?”
“N-no!” Trust the prince to twist her words that way.
The prince gave her a dubious look. “Are you sure?” He pinched her nipples as he spoke, and this time she could no longer keep herself from making noise. A whimper slipped past her lips, and the prince emitted a low, rough growl from behind.
“You make the most beautiful sounds, parthena mou,” the prince rasped. “I can’t wait to fill the room with it tonight.”
Aah. Erotic imagery taunted her with the prince’s erotic words, and her fists clenched underwater in an effort to continue resisting the prince’s seduction. A part of her was still reeling at the fact that she was naked in a hot tub with the prince, but the larger part of her was——
Refusing to think.
It was as if that part of her had taken the prince’s words to heart, and had since then surrendered itself completely to the prince’s command.
The prince shifted behind her, and then his fingers began plucking her nipples as if he wanted to test just how far the pouting tips could extend.
Pleasure exploded from within, and her breasts started to ache even more painfully.
Oh God.
Was this really happening?
“Can we just take a bath and get this over with?” She knew she was practically begging, but at this point pride had no meaning to her now. The longer she stayed in this hot tub of temptation with the prince, the likelier she’d lose her head over him.
When the prince didn’t answer, she said desperately, “Please.”
The prince licked her ear in response, and she shuddered.
“Not just yet.” The prince was still licking her ear, and his fingers were still playing with her nipples. “I know your first class isn’t for hours yet, so I thought we could take our time here...talking.”
“Talking?” she choked out. Yeah right. What he was doing instead was tormenting her, and they both knew it.
“Yes.” The prince’s tone was so innocent she wanted to thump him. “Talking.” One hand left her breast to drift down her body. Realizing where it was going, she tried avoiding his touch, twisting and turning, but even so, his fingers still managed to reach its destination.
His hand forced her thighs apart, and then his fingers were there, grazing her creamy folds.
She arched against him with a cry, the sheer pleasure of his touch taking her by surprise.
“Tell me about you and Bennett.” A finger slipped inside of her. “Tell me how the two of you met, and how the asshole made you fall in love with him.”
“Y-you already asked me this before.” She wanted to sound dismissive, but her tone ended up halting and breathless with his finger started thrusting in and out of her in a leisurely pace, as if the prince wanted to drive Fawn out of her mind oh so slowly.
“I did, didn’t I?” The prince’s finger stopped mid-thrust, with half of it inside her pussy. “And you chose not to answer because you told me it wasn’t my business.” He paused. “But it’s different now, yes?” And as he spoke, he suddenly shoved his finger deep inside her.
As Fawn cried out in shocked pleasure, the prince said silkily, “You’re my business now. Aren’t you?” A second finger slipped inside her. “So tell me.”
And she did.
Even when it made her feel weird and guilty, even when it was surreal to talk about Grant while the prince had his fingers inside of her pussy—-
She told him.
Because he said so, and more and more it was beginning to dawn on her that it just felt so, so good to follow him.
When she finished with a breathless catch in her throat, the prince pulled his fingers out of her, and Fawn almost cried out in protest as her body burned with an aching sense of loss. A moment later, and the prince whirled her around to face him, and she found herself straddling his legs once more.
Gazing at her with hooded lids, the prince murmured idly, “I thought I should reward you for being forthright.”
Reward?
The prince’s hands settled on her waist, and then he was pulling her towards him. His cock slid upwards between her folds, and then the prince was pushing her back, causing his cock to move down.
Oh!
The prince smiled at her as he settled on an exquisitely slow rhythm. “Does it feel good?”
“No.”
The prince laughed. “Liar.”
“T-this is not the reward I want.”
“Then what do you want?” The prince’s hands moved to her hips and he started pulling and pushing her just a bit faster.
Ooooh. Desperate to distract herself, she blurted out, “Tell me a-about yourself, too.”
“But my life’s an open book, parthena mou.”
“W-who’s the liar now?” One hand left her hip and went back to her folds.
Oh God. She tried her best not to panic as she felt his fingers caress her folds.
The prince asked in the same idle tone, “What do you want to know?”
Distraction, she needed more distraction. And so she said clumsily, “Your first love.”
In the act of fucking her with his fingers, the prince stilled, the words catching him off guard. Maybe it was because no one had ever asked him about it, or maybe it was because this was Fawn—-
Whatever the reason, the prince’s composure slipped, and his mental defenses broke down.
For the first time in years, he thought about...her.
Georgie.
Fawn had expected the prince to laugh her question off, and that would have been distraction enough, but when the movement of his fingers stilled and the prince’s gorgeous face became expressionless, she knew she had accidentally stumbled into forbidden territory.
As tension filled the air, she said hesitantly, “Prince?”
The prince looked at her, but it was like he wasn’t seeing her at all. “I’ve never fallen in love. But I might have.” The prince’s odd smile didn’t reach his eyes, but somehow the sight was more painful than terrifying, and it made her hurt.
For him.
His hands started to move again, but instead of caressing her body, the prince reached for the body wash and started soaping her body with a scrub.
“Prince—-”
Instead of answering her, he turned her around on her back and shampooed her hair. When he was done, she sensed him moving, reaching for the controls, and a moment later, the metal plate above the tub began to rain hot water on them.
Oh.
It felt like a magical moment, a beautiful moment, and she would have loved it completely if not—-
The prince’s fingers threaded through her hair, rinsing it tenderly and efficiently, and for some reason tears started to burn her eyes.
“What’s wrong, prince?” Fawn whispered.
But instead of answering her, the prince only said quietly, “I’m done. You can go now.”
Fawn dragged oxygen into her burning lungs. If she were smart, she would have done exactly what the prince said.
But she wasn’t smart.
Grant’s infidelity, which she now knew must have been going on for some time, proved that.
Even as embarrass
ment turned her entire body rosy, she forced herself to turn around and meet the prince’s gaze, stammering, “It’s m-my turn.”
The prince remained silent, watching her with hooded eyes as her breasts half rose out of the water when she reached for the shampoo.
His scrutiny made her fingers clumsy, and the shampoo bottle almost slipped out of her hold. Even so, she told him bravely, “Y-you can’t scare me.” It was a lie, though. His silence daunted her, but...somehow, she just couldn’t make herself leave him alone.
Something about him called out to her, telling her that the man the whole world seemed to think was invincible –
The Prince of Darkness—-
This man who had been there for her when she was about to break—-
Something about the way he looked now told Fawn that he needed her.
Knowing that, how could she leave him?
How?
She reached for his hair, and the prince lowered his head as she began to shampoo his head. When she was done rinsing his hair, she reached for the wash and scrub—-
“You don’t have to do this.” The prince’s tone was cold.
Her fingers tightened around the scrub. “I know.” She shakily reached for his shoulders. “B-but I’m doing it anyway.” She scrubbed his chest and his back, her heart alternately twisting and beating as her hands came into contact with the silky hardness of his body.
When it was time to clean that part of his body, she hesitated.
“Go on.” The prince’s voice was still cold.
“I w-will.” She took a deep breath, saying unevenly, “But b-before I do it—-” Raising her head, Fawn made herself look into his eyes.
His beautiful green eyes that used to glitter with such life—-
And now they were not.
“Tell me about her,” she whispered.
The prince’s jaw clenched. “Why?”
“Because you seem to need to—-”
The prince swore.
Fawn flinched.
The prince’s face hardened even more at the sight.
If it had been any other girl, the prince would have either thrown her out of the room or kissed her to shut her up.
He didn’t do stuff like this.
He never did.
He was the Prince of Darkness, and people weren’t supposed to get under his skin.
But Fawn...
