Page 94 of The Broken Prince

My fingers dug into his hair, and I ground my body into his face, moaning so loudly it was like I hadn’t gotten laid in months, like I’d never had sex as good as this. “Fuck…” I threw back my head because it was so good, so good my body couldn’t handle it. This man did incredible things to me every time he touched me, every time he looked at me.

I was there, sitting on the edge, trying to stop it from coming because I didn’t want it to end. I could lie there all night while this man did this, could writhe from the power of his tongue.

I couldn’t stop it, and it happened—a fiery explosion between my legs that made my hips buck automatically. I ground right into his face, tears streaming down my cheeks, coming as hard for his mouth as I did for his dick.

Instead of pulling away so he could fuck me, he kept going, his mouth glued to my pussy like it was his honor to be on his knees with his face between my thighs.

I waited for him to stop, but after several minutes, he didn’t. He kept going, exhibiting the same enthusiasm, like making me come was a joy rather than an obligation. I closed my eyes and felt lingering tears spill down my cheeks as the buildup started all over again. “You’re fucking me in the ass when we’re done,” I said breathlessly. “You earned it.”

* * *

I lay beside him in bed, the fire much smaller than it’d been when I first walked in. Candles on the dresser were lit, dimly illuminating the four corners. My head was on his shoulder, and my arm was hooked around his waist, his body and the blankets keeping me nice and warm.

I wanted to lie there forever. He made it easy for me to forget all the things I wanted to forget. My hand moved up his chest, and then I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, a wet one with tongue, the kind that made my bottom lip catch on his skin.

His fingers moved into my hair. “As much as I want you to stay, it’s time to go.”

“No.” I propped myself up on my elbow and felt his chest with my palm. Felt all the hardness. Felt the muscles of all his abs, the rivers between the mountains. “I want to stay like this…forever.” I watched my hand worship his body, and when I felt his heated stare on my face, I lifted my gaze.

His intensity was there, a small fire in his eyes, but I also saw something else. Something I couldn’t describe. “I don’t want your father to come looking for you.”

“I’m the last thing my father is worried about right now.” My fingers moved to his jawline, the tips stroking the coarse stubble. I could feel the bones in his jaw, feel the cords in his neck when my fingers brushed against it. He was the single most beautiful man I’d ever seen…and I knew I would never look at someone else this way. When another man occupied my bed, I would wish it were him instead. My heart ached in a way it had never ached for anyone else, a pain that hurt so much it felt good. No other man would ever make me hurt this way. Ever.

He shifted his gaze away. “Get dressed.”

“I’ll leave later. It’s still early.” If my parents looked for me, they would know exactly where I was. They wouldn’t need to send guards to fetch me this time.

“It must be midnight.”

“Why do you want me to leave so bad?” I snapped.

He looked away entirely, his jawline tight with annoyance.

“We were fine, and then two seconds later, you’re an asshole.”

He threw back the covers and moved to the edge of the bed. “I’m always an asshole. You just don’t notice it because you’re too busy getting fucked.” He rose to his feet and retrieved his boxers from the floor.

I stilled at the venom in his words, paralyzed by the harshness that came out of nowhere. “What is your problem?”

He pulled on his trousers, standing in the firelight, his expression ruthless. “Because I want you to leave, and you aren’t leaving.”

I sat up in bed. “You just said you didn’t want me to leave—”

“I was trying to be nice about it,” he snapped. “But you can’t take a hint.”

The man I’d spent the night with had disappeared, and this asshole had taken his place. He’d always been a I-don’t-give-a-fuck kind of guy, but he’d never been a straight-up asshole. He’d never treated me this unkindly, not even when he’d kidnapped me and handed me over to the Teeth.

I threw back the sheets and got out of bed. “How about I take your hint and shove it up your ass?” I reached for my clothes and quickly dressed, not looking at him, too furious to meet his gaze.

I threw everything on then stormed out, and the second the cold air hit my face, all the anger left my body. Now all that remained was pain, pain so intense I felt the moisture build up behind my eyes. I wasn’t the kind of woman to cry, especially over a guy, but to feel this deeply for him and for him to care for me so little…it broke me.

As I stood there, all I could think about was how much he meant to me…and all he wanted was for me to leave. I started to walk home, barely putting one foot in front of the other because I wasn’t in a hurry to get home, not when it was obvious that I’d shed tears. Even the cold wasn’t a strong enough reason to hurry.

My tears practically turned to ice as they slid down my cheeks.

“Baby.” Now his voice was cloaked with layers of affection, remorse, self-loathing. All conveyed in a single word.

I kept going, refusing to let him see my face. “Goodnight, Aurelias.”

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