Page 60 of Princess Broken

Emphasizing the last word, he grasps his stiff member and strokes it. He shifts and the tip of his hardness makes contact with the hair between my legs.

His head snaps back with a sharp exhale, matching my own and he strokes his hardness against my body.

Its surface is surprisingly soft as it rubs over my belly, and yet deliciously rigid.

I part my legs, hoping he’ll put that hardness inside me, but he lifts me down to the shower floor. Moving one hand to the back of my neck, he looks directly into my eyes and continues to rub himself against my torso, higher now, given our relative positions. He slides his hardness over the skin at the center of my body, then diagonally, then in circles, touching me with himself everywhere.

Shifting me, he pushes down on my shoulders encouraging me to sit on the bench, and the tip of his stiffness hits my tight nipple. I gasp as he rubs it around my breasts, using one hand to help direct its damp, hot head, as his other hand remains at the back of my neck, tipping my face up toward him.

After focusing on my breasts for a long time, he lifts me back onto my feet, setting them on the bench. His hardness teases the extra sensitive skin low on my belly, and then finally strokes through the tight curly hair at the apex of my thighs.

Wrapping his arms around me, he urges my legs apart and I have zero objections as his hands grasp my inner thighs. I place my hands on his neck for support and brace myself for penetration.

But instead, he bends his legs until his face is level with my sex.

Once there, he kisses my hair, starting from where it starts on my lower belly, and it lights even more fires inside me, fires that lick me everywhere inside and out, and then he moves even lower.

I shudder, but my mortification is quickly overtaken by the pleasure and excitement of feeling his tongue and his breath so close to my sex. Is he going to kiss me down there?

I don’t hate the idea, but my body’s growing impatient, desperate to have him thrusting inside me.

His hands shift. He nudges my legs apart and his fingers part my folds, the part shielding the front of my sex. I’m finding it hard to breathe, and then he kisses me right at the front of my soft folds. His lips and tongue find my clitoris I know is housed there. And then he sucks.

I cry out, leaning forward on his back for support. Never, not ever, have I felt anything quite as good as this.

Chapter Twenty

Crusher

“Why not go straight to the source?” Phil pleads his case for what’s got to be the seventeenth time. “Let me beat the shit out of Mariano until he explains.” His eyes narrow. He uncrosses and re-crosses his ankles, leaning back on his arms in the grass behind him.

For the last hour, the three of us have been sitting in a darkened park, making plans.

Leaning back against the trunk of a huge beech tree, I look up into its branches, searching for my patience. Once we left the Master, I swore none of us would be in charge over the others. Not ever again. And yet, while I firmly believe we all get a say in big decisions, Phil is starting to annoy me. He’s made his fucking point. And he’s wrong.

“Okay,” I say calmly. “Say we do your thing, Phil. How do we get to Mariano? We don’t even know where he is, never mind how many will be guarding him. And before you beat him senseless, do we take out his guards first? All of them? What body count are you willing to live with?”

He frowns. “As many as it takes to protect her.”

I’ve never seen Phil like this. So single-minded in the face of reason. Is there something I don’t know? Did he see something during that massacre he hasn’t reported? Does he feel even more responsible for the princess’s loss than the rest of us? No one is more responsible than me.

Or…

“Did the princess say something to you?” I ask him. “You’ve been alone with her. Tell us what happened when you were alone—everything.”

Phil’s cheeks turn red, and the strip of normally light freckles across his cheekbones darkens, popping out like they used to when he was a little boy and took too much sun in the exercise yard.

“What the fuck happened between you and Ana?” Blade leaps up from the ground to confront Phil. “If you so much as touched her—”

Phil leaps up too, and Blade lunges forward to shove him. Phil shoves back.

“Guys, guys.” Still leaning against the tree trunk, I shake my head. “Calm the fuck down, or I’ll crush both your skulls.”

“Do it!” Phil glares at me.

Some days Phil scares me. Not fear of what he might do to me, I can heal, but fear of how he’ll feel if he ever hurts someone—really hurts them. If he causes pain or damage he can’t take back. Even when we were boys, his temper was short. In all these years, he’s never told me much about his childhood before the Institute—almost nothing. But something went down to make this otherwise jovial vampire so explosively violent whenever someone lights the wrong fuse.

“Did you fuck her?” I ask Phil calmly, hoping I can avoid detonating any bombs.

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