Page 6 of Dark Prince

When he's close enough to touch, his attention shifts to the bruises marring my skin. He gently lifts my arm, examining the marks with a scrutiny that sends a shiver down my spine. His expression darkens, a fierce protectiveness flashing in his eyes. It's clear he would like to punish the one responsible for these injuries.

I quickly fabricate a lie. “These bruises are from the family's Great Danes. They love to roughhouse,” I say, trying to sound casual.

The truth, however, is far more sinister. Rory, Sharon's loyal goon, is responsible for the bruises, but it was she who gave the orders. However, I can't bring myself to reveal this to Luk as yet.

Luk's gaze lingers on the discolorations a moment longer before meeting my eyes. There's a depth in his look that suggests he sees through my lie, an understanding that there's more to the story than I'm willing to share. But he doesn't press the issue and doesn't question me further.

Without another word, he wraps his strong arm around my waist, pulling me close. The suddenness of his movement takes me by surprise, but before I can react, his lips are on mine, and he’s kissing me deeply. The firmness of his body against mine and the taste of whiskey on his tongue brings with it a rush of desire unlike anything I've ever experienced. I can feel his hardness through his dark slacks. The sensation of his stiff cock pressing against me makes my heart race even faster.

My movements feel like a puppet master is orchestrating them as my hands reach up to his shirt, fingers working to undo the buttons. I push his shirt off his shoulders, revealing a lean upper body marked by a landscape of scars and Bratva tattoos that speak of violence and family loyalty.

Luk remains in total command of the situation; his movements are sure and assertive. To my surprise, I find myself relishing this dynamic and the way he takes charge. His strength is reassuring, his dominance an unexpected source of comfort.

With effortless ease, he scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bed. The world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in this intimate, charged space.

Once I’m on the bed, he steps back and looks down at me. Something about the way he regards me with those gorgeous, ice-blue eyes nearly undoes me.

“You’re beautiful.”

His words cause me to shiver all over, yet I also feel a surge of warmth.

“So are you.”

My own words sound woefully insufficient. With his shirt open and his sculpted, powerful torso on full display, Luk is unbelievably attractive. But he doesn’t move, it’s as if he wants me to understand that we’re on his time, that nothing happens until he wills it.

Finally, after several long, teasing moments, he lunges forward with the grace and power of a jungle cat. He leans down, covering me with kisses as he moves down my body. His hands reach behind me, and I arch in response. He quickly undoes the clasp of my bra and slips it off, then buries his face in between my breasts, licking and suckling them.

“Oh, oh my God.”

The words pour out of me as Luk takes the nipple of my right breast in his mouth, tonguing it with expert skill. He soon moves to the other, causing both nipples to harden. My panties are soaked with arousal. He flicks those stunning blue eyes up at me as he moves down further, kissing the gentle curve of my belly. He pulls my panties off before moving over the small patch of red hair above my pussy, then spreads my thighs.

Just like that, I’m completely nude in front of a man I only met an hour ago. But it’s strange. The situation, odd as it is, feels right.

What’s going on?

Without a word, he begins to eat me out. I moan at the first sensation of his tongue against my lips. Luk knows exactly how to tease me, how to move his tongue tantalizingly close to my clit but deny me precisely what I want.

I open my mouth and let out a soft moan as he finally gives my clit the attention I’ve been craving. He makes slow circles with his tongue, each movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through my body. It isn’t easy, but I manage to open my eyes to take in the sight of him at work.

His big, strong hands are on my thighs, holding them open. I can see his toned body, his blue eyes glancing up at me here and there as he licks. After a time, his hands slide up my body, taking hold of my breasts again, his fingers teasing my nipples.

“Luk… that feels…”

It’s too much to take. Between the sensation of his lips and tongue on my clit, and his hands on my breasts, an orgasm is inevitable. I cross the border, my back arching again as I let out a scream of total delight. The ecstasy is incredible; Luk is making me feel like I never have before.

When the orgasm fades, I fall flat on my back. Luk stands up, wiping my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand. He regards me with intensity as if surveying the quality of his work by how I look in the aftermath.

“Please,” I say finally. “Take off your clothes.”

He smirks slightly, as if he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. But he does as I ask, slipping off his shirt and tossing it aside before undoing his belt and zipper. Soon he’s in nothing but a pair of tight, black boxer briefs that cling to his powerful thick thighs and the muscular curve of his ass.

Not to mention the massive erection he’s sporting.

He pulls his underwear down, his cock, thick and hard, springing out. It’s big, bigger than I’d imagined. Once he’s bare, he moves on top of me, causing a thrill to run through my body as his manhood drags against my inner thigh.

“Wait.”

He freezes when I say the word, giving me the impression that he will not do anything I’m uncomfortable with.

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