Page 163 of Their Princess

I tried to think about anything except the pressure in my pussy and the long strokes.

And failed.

He added a third finger and penetrated me all the way to his palm. His thumb crashed against my clit, and pleasure made me hunch into him.

He paused.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes, trying to ward off the pleasure. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t come. What the fuck could do I? I wanted to demand my orgasm. Beg for it. I wanted to yell at him. Pull him closer. Push him away!

Instead, I did nothing but breathe until the temptation to explode lessened. Sas moved his finger again.

The elevator descended, and I was running out of time. And he moved at a snail’s pace until suddenly, he paused and waited. I didn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. And then he thrust his fingers deep and fast into me, hidden under the skirt of my dress.

“Good princess,” he murmured before stepping back, exposing me to the camera in the corner as he fingerfucked me.

He had lifted my skirt, and my pussy was on display for anyone who watched. It would get back to my father. How could it not? The capos and the guards and whoever else would watch it, and they would know I was a whore.

Did I care?

Not in the slightest.

All I wanted was an orgasm.

The elevator came to a slow stop. I ran out of time. I didn’t get to come.

Sas withdrew his hand from inside of me, and I released the breath I had been holding, almost falling in the process. My legs were melting beneath me. He smoothed down my dress and laced his wet fingers with mine.

I glared daggers at him, pissed the fuck off that he’d toyed with me like that.

“Don’t worry, princess. We’re not done.”

When the elevator doors opened, he pulled me out.

Basedon how Sas led me through my family’s hotel and casino, I would’ve thought that he had grown up here. He didn’t look over his shoulder or second guess himself as he dragged me through the hotel and then into the women’s lounge and restroom off to the corner. I couldn’t follow his train of thought when I was this sexually frustrated and just overall pissed off at him for not letting me orgasm.

Ihadbeen a good girl. But then again, he said he’d fingerfuck me, not that he would let me fall over that edge.

“Anyone here?” Sas called into the lounge, his voice echoing back to the restroom.

It was late, and no one was in this area of the casino. So I didn’t expect anyone in this restroom now. Anyone still awake would probably be sitting at a slot machine.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” I told Sas.

“That’s the plan, princess.” He winked at me and then called out again, “I’m going to fuck a princess in here.”

Anger washed through me, but it quickly dissipated when I finally understood what he had said. The anticipation was already building inside me again, and I rubbed my thighs together like I did when I was young and scared to touch myself. Those orgasms were nothing like what Sas could do to me.

Or Graff.

Dropping my hand, Sas pulled a lounge chair in front of the door, barricading us inside. When we turned back to me, hewas wearing that sly half smile again. It was lazy but keen. I was starting to learn that smile. It’s the one he wore when he was cooking up something torturous and lustful. And fuck, I was almost to the point I could get wet just at the sight of it.

He dragged his eyes across me, undressing me. Damn whoever might walk in. I reached for the zipper on my dress.

“Stop,” he said.

I released a small, strained groan, and his smirk broadened into a wolfish grin. I wasn’t even sure what deep recesses within me had stimulated that desperate sound. It was like an animal curled up within me and wanted to be released.

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