Page 33 of Prince Cheating Charming

I scoffed and reached for some mustard.

“I was thinking about what you said,” he added in a low tone. “About me not caring if you come. You were right. If you let me, I can make it up to you. I’ll put you first this time. I’ll think of your pleasure alone.”

Of course that was not happening whatsoever, but I couldn’t deny that there was a certain malicious pleasure in seeing him offer, leaning against the counter and looking at me with those blue eyes, the silken perfection of his long tanned limbs on display with no shirt on.

“It gives me great pleasure to sleep by myself,” I sniffed.

Just in case he was mistakenly trying to seduce me, I made a point of brushing past him to get to the fridge, but I got too close, and I felt a brief flare of heat as the side of my breasts skimmed his arm, my nipples tightening almost painfully at the contact.

I said nothing, opening the fridge to grab my can of green tea, but Alexander sucked in his breath sharply, darting a hungry look at me, like he wanted to gobble me up.

“God, I want to touch you. And I want your hands on me so badly, Delilah,” he groaned. “I miss you so much.”

I flicked my eyes over to him. It was impossible to hide anything in those sweatpants, and I could see that his cock was hard and thick.

A desire to get some petty revenge stole irresistibly over me.

It would serve him right to suffer.

“And what would you do to get that?” I asked, tapping my nails on the can of green tea.

“Anything,” the King said eagerly.

“Turn around,” I said.

He obeyed immediately, gripping the kitchen island so tightly that veins stood out in his muscular arms. I took a step behind him, so close that my breath played over his back. I saw goosebumps break out all over his tanned skin and arms. I put one finger up and touched his upper arm lightly. Running it down his forearm, all the way to his wrist, and he held his breath, letting it out only in little pants, his sculptured chest heaving.

I could see his heartbeat pounding in his throat.

“Oh, please, Delilah,” he breathed. “Touch me, baby.”

“Don’t move,” I ordered sharply as he turned around like he was going to pull me into his arms.

“Whatever you want,” he said obediently.

I moved my other hand up, lightly caressing his shoulder, and he shivered, letting out a choked gasping moan as I trailed it down the corded muscles of his back to his slim waist.

“I asked what you would do for me to touch you,” I said.

Alexander’s eyes closed tightly, and there was a muscle working in his jaw, throbbing with suppressed need and desire.

“To get you to touch me again, to love me again? Delilah, I would empty my bank account. I would pawn my crown. I would crawl across broken fucking glass. I would carve CHEATER into my fucking skin if you want to punish me. Only give me another chance.”

Anger at him sizzled across my skin. He had taken me for granted for months, and now that I was ready to leave, he suddenly was going to wake up? I was afraid it was too little too late.

“Get your dick out,” I said.

His eyes popped open and he licked his lips eagerly.

“I haven’t been able to get hard since you told me you wanted to leave,” Alexander choked out. “I can’t think about anything except getting you back.”

He fumbled at the string of his sweatpants, grabbing at his dick and pulling it out. It looked hard and veiny now, thick in his hands and I gritted my teeth to see the little drop of precum on the tip.

I was so angry I forced him to wait, the minutes stretching out as the kitchen filled with his jagged, rough breathing.

He held his hand lightly on his dick as the tip began to weep. His eagerness for me couldn’t be more obvious.

“Good,” I said finally. “Now get used to this because I have no intention of touching you or forgiving you. Now, goodnight.”

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