by Tee, Marian
“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...”
The prince suddenly withdrew, but before she could start feeling empty, the prince grasped her by the waist and flipped her over. As soon as her breasts flattened against the desk, the prince thrust his cock back into her behind, and in this position he was able to go all the way in until his cock brushed the tip of her womb.
Her eyes rolling back at the sheer pleasure of it, Fawn managed to grasp the edge of the desk just as the prince furiously began pumping his hips against her, his cock pistoning into her—-
Lilac was still speaking, explaining about the changes of the event they were co-hosting with the student council.
Fawn bit her lip hard, desperate to keep silent even as the pace of the prince’s thrusts became rough and savage, brutal to the point that pain and pleasure merged.
The prince began slapping her ass as he thrust into her, and the sound rang loudly in the study, making Fawn frantically shake her head as she looked at him over her shoulder.
Over the phone, Lilac’s voice broke off all of a sudden, and a second after there was faint mumbling in the background, with Lilac seemingly covering the mouthpiece of her phone while she spoke with someone else.
Fawn tried shoving the prince away, desperate not to make more noise, but instead the prince’s hands tightened over her butt, squeezing both cheeks hard before plunging into her hard. Harder. Over and over—-
And finally, his fingers reached around her, pinching her clit—-
Her orgasm shuddered out of her, and Fawn screamed—-
Over the phone, she faintly heard Lilac let out a tiny squeak of shock, followed by the sound of a man’s deep, knowing chuckle.
Oh my God, Nick and Lilac knew – they had to know what she and the prince were doing!
But it was too late.
She could no longer get away from the prince, not when she was still trembling at the waves of pleasure assaulting her body, and certainly not when the prince had also started to come, growling his release as he shot cum into her body, filling her to the brim until cum started to streak down her legs.
When it was over, she whispered faintly, “Lilac?”
Over the phone, they heard Lilac stammer incoherently before her fiancé stepped in, his smirk evident in his Greek-accented voice when he said, “We are definitely still here.”
Holy sweet Jesus!
As her hands flew to cover her face, Fawn heard the prince drawl, “We’ll call you back tomorrow. We’re busy right now.”
Nick Christakos chuckled. “Yes, you probably are. Tomorrow then.” As the call clicked to an end, the prince reached behind him to pull his shirt over his head, and Fawn temporarily forgot her embarrassment as she was treated to the exquisite sight of the prince’s hard chest—-
The shirt came off, and the prince caught Fawn peeking.
Oops!
He grinned, and she looked away, turning red.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he purred. “You can stare for as long as you want, but first...” He put his shirt over her body, and it was just large enough to cover her all the way to her knees. Lifting her up, he said huskily, “We’ll continue this in the bedroom.”
“Umm.” How did one pretend not to be excited? Even after all this time, she just couldn’t figure it out!
The prince laughed. “Don’t bother.”
“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” Fawn stammered.
“Of course you don’t.” As the prince carried her out of the study and up the stairs, he whispered silkily into her ear, “Do you want another promise?”
Oh!
Without waiting for her reply, the prince said, “There won’t be a second you won’t be imagining me fucking you.”
And he was right.
The next two weeks were the happiest days of her life even though it also felt like her life had turned into an endless stretch of a tightrope that she had to constantly balance on.
More and more, she fell in love with him, and because she did—-
There was not one day that she didn’t meet with Grant, not one day that she didn’t have her ring on her necklace, not one day that she didn’t ignore the prince’s words about becoming his alone.
As if she were that stupid, Fawn thought painfully. Jealousy might make the prince half-mean his words, but the truth was in his c
alculating, grim gaze.
If she made one mistake of showing that she loved him-—
If she made one slip and revealed that everything was just a lie between Grant and her—-
He would leave.
****
It was rare for the prince to display any semblance of naiveté, but it became quickly apparent to him that he had been naïve where Fawn Cornwall was concerned. He had hoped, now that he had a taste of Fawn’s sweet body, once would be enough. With the novelty and challenge gone, he had hoped, naively as it turned out now, that his obsession with her would wane or even disappear.
The prince had said as much once to Derek Christopoulos, to which his friend had only laughed out loud, saying, “It will only get worse, Chalkias. Much, much worse than you can imagine.”
And as it turned out, Derek had been all too accurate.
Every day of his life was now heaven and hell, and it was no exaggeration. Waking up to Fawn was one of the things he always looked forward to, and the pleasure he drew from seeing her innocent, sleeping face next to him only seemed to grow each day. The usual things that followed it were his favorites as well, as the prince never wasted a chance to share a shower with Fawn and accompany her downstairs for breakfast.
In between bites of toasts and sips of coffee, the prince and his fawn would talk, and there would not be a moment that they wouldn’t be touching. She would brush the hair from his eyes, he would wipe off a crumb on the corner of her lip. Simple little things that the prince had long thought would have been impossible for him, but with his fawn, he had found himself doing them without even thinking about it.
The worst parts of the day were when she was away, and every day the prince had to force himself not to go after her. It was strange, but she met more often with Bennett now compared to when she hadn’t yet known that the other man had been cheating on her. He brooded on this more often than he was comfortable admitting, and in the instances that his possessiveness would get the better of him—-
A humorless smile touched the prince’s lips as memories flooded his mind. He remembered the first time he had expressly forbidden her to meet up with Grant, remembered how incensed he was that she had only shaken her head at him and stubbornly insisted that she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
“Why is it so important for you to meet with the man who’s cheating on you?” he charged violently.
“Because he needs me!” She answered with such feeling that the prince knew she was telling the truth, but it was also that very fact which grated on him and made his insides scorch with jealousy.
Stalking after Fawn into her adjoining suite, he watched her pick her dress with care, and every second of it fed his wrath. Why the fuck would she care what she was wearing with Bennett? When he saw her take a seat in front of the vanity, going as far as prettying herself for another man in front of him—-
His control snapped, and in one swift stride he reached her, snatching the lipstick out of her hold and throwing it out.
Fawn cried out as the lipstick broke into two upon impact, leaving a red streak against the creamy walls of her walk-in closet.
“What did you do that for?” she cried out, horrified.
“Why the fuck wouldn’t I do that,” the prince snapped, “when you’re going to so much effort to look good for an asshole—-” Taking her by the shoulders, he pulled her up, snarling roughly, “And that you would even have the fucking guts to do it in front of me!”
Even with rage clouding his judgment, a part of the prince knew that he was being unreasonable, and that part of him already expected Fawn to point the same thing out, to rub it in his face that he had been the one to tell her they could only be together behind Bennett’s back.
But rather than scream or struggle away, Fawn did what the prince least expected. Instead, her hands crept up, cupping his face, and with a smile that held on precariously to her lips, she whispered, “I’m doing this for us.”
The prince stilled.
Her hands fell, and when she turned away, he let her go, his own arms falling to his sides. “It’s too easy to be with you,” he heard her say unevenly, her back turned to him. “It’s too addictive, and I need to be with him to r-remember why I got into this in the f-first place.”
Spinning to face him, she raised pain-clouded eyes to his, and he sucked his breath in at the sight of it. “Fawn—-” And it was that moment he realized that he had nothing to say, nothing short of a lie that could comfort her.
Because she was right. She was doing the right thing, and in that aspect it turned out that she was the stronger one between them.
“I c-can’t let myself forget, prince. You understand, don’t you?” Her voice caught in the end.
“I do.” His fists clenched hard. “But it doesn’t mean you have to go this far, dammit. It’s almost like you’re—-” He managed to catch himself in time, but the strained smile on Fawn’s lips told him that she still knew what he had almost said.
“Prostituting myself for a man who cheated on me?” Her voice was painfully amused. “It does seem that way, doesn’t it?”
“If you know how it looks like,” the prince said tautly, “then why the fuck are you still doing it? Why fucking meet him every day?”
She answered tiredly, “I already told you why. If I don’t, I’ll end up being too clingy—-”
“Then fucking cling,” the prince heard himself roar.
And as soon as the words left him, they stared at each other, both of them stunned. But while Fawn’s shock was visible, the prince managed to keep his face inscrutable even as his mind reeled at what he had just said.
“Fuck this,” he muttered. “Go to him, leave, do whatever the fuck you want.”
And he had walked away, stalking into his study, and forced himself to watch Fawn drive away.
She had come home a few minutes past midnight and had screamed for dear life when he came out of the darkness in the living room.
“Oh my God, you frightened me—-mmph.” His fingers had slipped into her mouth as he brought her up against the wall, pushed the skirt of her dress up, and fucked her hard, his cock pounding into her nonstop until they came at the same time.
When they finally made it to bed, she had curled up against him, and he had only asked her one thing.
“Did you kiss him?”
Taking his hand, she placed it on her chest, and as he listened to her steady heartbeat, she whispered, “Never.”
That night had set a precedent, and although the prince and his fawn still got into heated arguments every time she would leave him for Bennett, both knew that when she returned, everything would be resolved in the best way possible—-
And sometimes, the prince mused, it was almost like she would go as far as provoking him over little things, just so they could have hot, furious make-up sex.
Just yesterday, she had neglected to keep her engagement ring out of sight and instead accompanied him in a double date in the guise of a business meeting with Derek and Jaike. Uncaring of the fact that their friends could easily hear him, he had told her to get rid of it and even though his cold tone had Fawn gulping, she had raised her chin, saying stubbornly that she had to maintain appearances since they were out in public.
“Fuck appearances,” he had gritted out, but instead of offending her, Fawn’s cheeks had turned a rosy shade and the way she suddenly squirmed in her seat told him that she was thinking of the kind of fucking that was usually preceded with fights.
And just like that, he had grabbed her wrist and pulled her up with him. “Excuse us for a moment,” he had muttered.
Jaike had been visibly worried at his abrupt decision to leave the table, but the way Derek smirked at him told the prince his friend knew exactly what was going to happen.
“W-where are we going?” Fawn had asked breathlessly.
“Anywhere I can fuck you without getting us arrested,” he had told her roughly, and she had not argued after that.
After
bribing the restaurant manager to lend them their office and look the other way for a thousand dollars, the prince and his fawn had the most explosive ten minutes of their life, with the prince immediately fucking her against the wall and after, making each other come with their mouths as they did a 69.
Upon leaving the manager’s office, Fawn had mumbled, “You’re too jealous, prince.”
But he had only laughed, purring into her ear, “You wouldn’t have me any other way.” He had expected her to argue, but instead she was frowning worriedly at him.
“You do know there’s nothing to be jealous about...right?”
Ah.
She really was an idiot, the prince had thought, to worry about his feelings when between the two of them, she was the more vulnerable. Ever since that first night they had fought over her going out to meet Bennett, she had made a promise to him—-
Did you kiss him?
Never.
And it was a promise he knew she would never break.
Whatever she did—-
Whoever she was with—-
She would not betray him.
If only he could keep his promise not to make her cry as well.
If only.
But some things were not meant to be, and the time to leave her came sooner than he had hoped.
****
The day of the event that the prince’s friends were hosting on behalf of the student council dawned bright and clear. Fawn was excited to leave, telling him that she had never been a part of something so big. Although Grant and his family regularly organized such events, Fawn had never been invited to take part behind the scenes, and she had not expected to. For as long as she was not officially married to Grant Bennett, she was – as far as the whole world was concerned – the hired help.
“Which is why this is different,” Fawn told him giddily while practically slurping her cereal in her hurry to finish it. “I think it’s so cool that we’ve accomplished something this huge in a really short time and—-” She stopped speaking as the prince calmly used his napkin to wipe bits of cereal around her mouth.
When he pulled away, she grimaced, saying sheepishly, “Sorry for being a messy eater.”
“It’s alright,” the prince said silkily. “I’m already used to it and I even find it quite adorably grotesque—-”
