Page 30 of Ruthless Prince

“Does this feel good?” he growls, running his finger all around me, from my clit to my folds.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Good. Then I want you to come for me, Ellie. I need to see it. I’ve wanted to see it ever since I met you.”

“Oh, Vincent. I’ve wanted you since I saw you.”

“Then this was meant to be.” He presses down hard onto my clit …

… and I come.

As my body trembles and shakes, Vincent never removes his eyes from me.

Then, I’m calm and relaxed. The most relaxed I’ve ever been.

“I need more,” Vincent says. “I need to taste you.”

It takes a moment through my orgasm-induced haze to understand what he means, but when I do, I blush so hard I’m sure I’m red all over.

“Vincent.”

“May I, Ellie? Fuck, I want to.” The way he asks so nicely while also sounding dirty sets my heart fluttering.

“Yes.”

Vincent kneels on the floor and brings my hips to his face. Before I can react, he presses his lips to my clit. It’s already swollen from my first orgasm. The touch of his tongue on me is almost too much.

“I can’t,” I breathe out.

“You can.” He licks at me gently, slowly pleasuring me with his tongue. I can barely breathe from the pleasure of it all.

He grips my thighs tightly. The feeling of his hands on my body is intoxicating. I never want this to end.

Vincent rolls his tongue around my clit then lowers it to my entrance. My body tingles at the feeling of his brushing against my opening. He moves his tongue back up and relentlessly pleasures my clit.

My second orgasm is getting closer and closer and closer …

… until I finally let go.

“Vincent,” I whisper, staring up at the ceiling, thinking to myself that my entire world has now changed.

And then the hotel door opens, and my father walks in and sees me on the bed with Vincent between my legs.

Vincent instantly lets me go, and I close my legs, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around me.

“How—”

“How did I find you?” Father asks for me. “Your phone. I tracked it. When I saw you were at a hotel, I knew. I just knew.” He storms over to Vincent and raises his hand to punch him, but Vincent catches his fist just in time. “You touched my daughter.”

“I did.”

I appreciate that Vincent doesn’t try to deny it, but it terrifies me. “Don’t kill him, Father. Please.”

Father breathes heavily as he stares Vincent down. “I won’t kill him. I need him to win the competition. But this can’t go unpunished. You two will get married. Right away.”

Chapter

Eleven

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