Page 29 of Ruthless Prince

“All good,” I respond, setting it on the table by the door. I put it on silent so I can’t hear it ring. My father doesn’t need to know where I am. This is between Vincent and me.

“Ellie.” He places his hands on my hips, and I let out a shuddering breath to make sure I’m alive. Just this simple touchlights me on fire. “I want you to know I respect you. I’m not going to just touch you then leave.”

“I know.”

“I say this because I’ve left other women, but I won’t do that to you.”

“I know, Vincent.” I place my hands on his on my hips. “There’s something between us. I don’t think we should fight it. I just have to hope my father will understand.”

“If I win this competition, hopefully, he’ll like me enough to be ok with us.”

“I hope for that, too.” Now, kiss me, I want to say, but I don’t have the courage. Thankfully, Vincent seems to know what I want, and he leans down and captures my lips in a sweet kiss.

It soon turns passionate and hungry, and I throw my arms around his shoulders. We would never have been able to do this back at my father’s house.

But here, in this hotel, we have the freedom to do what we want.

No one’s ever touched me like this before. It’s electric. It’s all-consuming. And it’s only been a kiss.

Vincent guides me to the bed and lowers me down, but he doesn’t rush to take my clothes off, for which I’m grateful.

I kiss him harder, my desire growing. “Vincent,” I say against his lips. “What are we doing?”

“We’re kissing.”

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, how far are we going to go?”

“As far as you want.” He kisses down my neck. “I want to show you pleasure, Ellie. Will you let me?”

“Yes,” is all I can think to say.

Hovering over me, Vincent slowly unbuttons my dress. His eyes turn lust-filled when he sees my bra. I’m thankful I wore a cute one today.

“You’re so beautiful.”

His words make me blush. “Thank you.”

After helping me out of my dress, he lowers me back onto the bed. “God, I’ve wanted to touch you since I first saw you.” He trails his fingers down my legs to my high heels and slips them off one by one. A flicker of arousal hits me between the legs.

I lie back and let him touch me. He keeps his hands soft as they wander my body, from my hips to my knees to the sides of my breasts. My breath starts to come out in soft pants.

“I want to touch you more,” he says, his fingers slipping to the waistband of my panties. He lifts an eyebrow, waiting for me.

I nod.

Slowly, Vincent removes my underwear and tosses it to the floor. Then he spreads my legs and places his palm over my entire vulva. Instantly, my hips jerk up.

He smiles, looking way too pleased with himself. “I knew you’d be sensitive.” He begins rocking his hand up and down, rubbing me gently.

I gasp. This kind of pleasure is something I’ve never felt before. I’ve tried touching myself in the past, but my own touch just wasn’t good enough.

But this … this is heaven.

Vincent presses his thumb down on my clit, making my hips almost fly to the ceiling.

“Vincent,” I gasp out.

He rubs me harder, bringing out the pleasure in my body. I begin to sweat, which only makes everything headier. The way Vincent looks at me sets me on fire.

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