Page 41 of Merciless Prince
My first orgasm was like an assault, violently exploding out of me as I screamed so loud that a distant part of my mind vaguely worried about someone calling the police. Then another wave of pleasure capsized me, taking me under so deeply that all I could do was gasp.
My mysterious partner kept going, grunting as he held my hips and hammered into me.
“Tell me your name,” I said breathlessly as currents of electricity zapped through me. “I want to see you.”
He didn’t reply. Instead he yanked on my ponytail and slapped my ass until it stung, punishing me for making demands of him again.
I didn’t ask for his identity a second time. I wanted to know who he was, but I also loved the dangerous, filthy feeling that came with the knowledge that I was allowing myself to be used by a complete stranger. Seeing his face and putting a name to it might wreck the fantasy. It might even stop me from being able to come again.
Just as that thought occurred to me, Mystery Man reached between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit, sending another shockwave through me. My legs turned to jelly, threatening to collapse at any moment.
Mystery Man groaned and slammed inside me one last time, roughly yanking my head back with my ponytail as he found his release. Then he pulled out and left me to collapse on the blanket, partially dangling from the bedframe by the cuff on my right wrist.
I buried my face in the pillow in front of me, dazed and trembling with aftershocks. I still smelled Mystery Man’s rich, woodsy scent all around me, and I could hear him panting as he fiddled with the handcuffs. Once I was finally free, I let my arm fall limp on the bed beside me, so sore and spent that I couldn’t stand the thought of moving for even a second.
Mystery Man patted me on the ass and muttered something under his breath, so softly that I couldn’t make it out. I heard him dispose of the condom in the wastebasket next to my desk, and then I heard his footsteps heading for the door.
When I finally summoned up enough energy to rip off the blindfold and roll over, hoping to catch a tiny glimpse of the back of his head, I found the room empty and the door shut.
He was already gone.
12
Shay
“Shay! You look amazing!”Francesca smiled and tossed her enviable mane of auburn hair over her shoulder as she stood to greet me. She kissed my cheeks before drawing back to gesture toward the restaurant table. “I got here early, so I ordered for us. I hope you don’t mind. I just figured you’d appreciate some comfort food.”
I glanced at the spread on the table—gourmet burgers, strawberry milkshakes, and fries with a creamy dipping sauce.
“Looks perfect,” I said with a grin, sliding into one of the chairs.
Francesca took the seat opposite me. “You have to try the truffle aioli. It’s amazing,” she said, reaching for a fry. Her eyes skated over my face as she dipped the fry in the sauce. “Girl, your skin isglowing.Who have you been fucking? He deserves a medal.” She paused and lifted an eyebrow. “Or she. You know I don’t judge.”
My cheeks flamed as I recalled last night’s encounter with my masked lover. The mere thought of being used and degraded by a faceless stranger was getting me wet between the legs and making my skin prickle like he was right here with me, stroking me and whispering sinful things in my ear. But I couldn’t say any of that out loud. I couldn’t even admit the shameful secret to my best friend, let alone a casual acquaintance like Francesca.
“I’m not seeing anyone,” I said lightly. “It’s just this new cream blush and highlighter combo I’ve been using.”
“You’ll have to send me a link to it later. I totally need to get some.” Francesca took a bite of her fry, chewed rapidly, and swallowed. “Anyway, how are you doing? I heard you’re up at Bellingham now.”
I nodded. “I started the performing arts diploma five weeks ago. It’s been pretty good so far.”
“I did the exact same course!” she replied with a megawatt smile. “The professors are great, aren’t they? And the campus is gorgeous. I really miss it.”
I raised my brows. Until now, I had no idea Francesca graduated from Bellingham. I probably should’ve guessed, though, because she was descended from acting royalty. Her grandmother, grandfather, and uncle were Oscar-winning actors, and her parents had starred in a famous action movie franchise for over a decade. She’d been acting herself since she was only four years old.
“Yeah, it’s really pretty up there,” I said. “I think my favorite professor is the Camera Acting one. David Mulvehill. Did you have him?”
Francesca nodded. “I love him. He’s so funny.” She leaned forward, smile wavering slightly. “Anyway, look… I really don’t want you to feel awkward, but I think I know why you wanted to meet up, and I just wanted to tell you that I’m more than happy to put in a good word for you with my agent.”
My forehead wrinkled. “Huh?”
“You need a new agent, right?”
“Uh… no. I’m fine with Kelsey.”
Francesca looked alarmed. “Oh. Shit. Sorry, I just assumed you were looking for a new one after…” She trailed off and cleared her throat. “I mean, it’s not that it isn’t great to catch up with you. Itis.It’s just that you made it sound kind of urgent.”
I waved a hand. “It’s fine. Anyway, thanks for the offer, but I’m not in the market for a new agent.” I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “I actually needed to ask you about something else. But please don’t mention it to anyone.”
