Page 121 of Broken Prince

At least right now, I’m enjoying myself. The alcohol has numbed my thoughts.

“Dance with me,” I hear someone yell over the music. Turning around, I find a sexy Deadpool.

“Okay.” I smile because he’s hot.

“I’ve been watching you all night.” He pulls me into his arms, pressing his lower half to mine. I suck in a breath when I feel his erection. I’m about to punch him in the face and call him a creep when I remember this is Elijah. At least, I think it is.

Grabbing the bottom of his mask, I lift it up to see Elijah’s handsome face and bloodshot eyes.

“Okay, good, it’s you,” I sigh as I pull his mask back into place.

“Who else would it be?” he asks.

“No one.” I wrap my arms around his neck. This is a bad idea, but drunk Laney doesn’t care.

All I care about is how good I feel in his arms, his body pressed to mine.

He leans in to speak in my ear. “You look sexy tonight, Laney.”

“So do you. I always wanted to fuck Deadpool.”

Elijah groans. “Damn it, Laney.” He grinds his cock against my belly. “I want that so fucking bad.”

He spins me around so that my ass is grinding against his dick. He grips my hips, holding me in place as we rock to the music together. I lift my arms, winding them around his neck.

Closing my eyes, I smile as I just let myself feel everything.

“Do you remember what I said to you at the wedding?” he asks me.

“I could never forget. Didn’t seem like something you would say.”

“I may have been a little drunk before the wedding,” he admits, surprising me.

“Why?”

“Because seeing you in that dress, I knew it was going to wreck me. Seeing you at all drives me wild. And then I’m reminded you can never be mine.”

That’s depressing. I don’t like that.

“But tonight, just for this song, please agree to be mine, Laney,” he pleads.

“Okay,” I breathe, my body on fire as his hands roam.

This room is packed, bodies pressed against bodies. Everyone is dressed up, and I can’t tell who half the people are.

They all seem to be enjoying themselves, letting go. So why not me?

Elijah wraps his arms around me, holding me close as I continue to dance with him.

My belly burns with need, the feeling of his cock rubbing against me has my clit pulsing.

His breathing picks up the longer we dance, our movements becoming faster and faster. My head spins, my body tingles.

Elijah lets out a groan, and my eyes widen when I feel his cock pulsing against my ass. Did he just cum?

Holy fuck, why is that hot.

“Shit,” he curses. “I’m so sorry.”

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