Page 147 of Brutal Prince

Which suits me fucking perfectly.

I grab her ass, relishing the feel of her curves as I hoist her up against the wall. She’s still fighting me but, fuck, we both know it doesn’t matter.

My hands slide under her glorious dress, and I grab the side of her underwear. Tug. Draw it down her thighs. It gets stuck of course — her legs are wrapped around mine, so there’s not much leeway — but I have access to her cunt and that’s all I care about right now.

I kiss her. Ferociously, savagely, until she moans against my mouth. I can’t make out if those sounds are laden with fear or passion, but I’m way past the point of caring. My need for Indi has surpassed anything remotely humane. I’m ready to burst, like an overripe fruit, if I don’t fuck her, right here, right fucking now.

I zip down my fly, wrestle out my cock, and push it against her entrance.

Her wetness coats my crown, my fingers. I break off our kiss and haul much-needed oxygen into my lungs.

“Please, Briar,” Indi chokes out.

I have to force my eyes open, and when they do, I see hers are brimming with tears. I swallow down a growl of impatience and rub the tip of my dick over her wet as fuck pussy. “What?” I manage, my voice so thick and low, I’m surprised she can even understand me.

“Not like this,” she whispers in a shaking voice. “Please…not like this.”

Maybe it’s the way she says it. Maybe it’s the look in her eyes. No longer fierce as a falcon, but desperate, hopeful, pleading.

I press my cock against her, my body trembling with its need to force my way inside her hot, wet cunt. But when she mewls into my ear, her fingers digging into the back of my neck as if she’s bracing herself…

“Fuck,” I murmur into her ear. “You’re really…?”

I move away, shoving my complaining cock back inside my pants. Indi lets out a tattered sob, but as soon as her shoes touch the ground, the sound cuts off. When I step back, her damp eyes could have belonged to someone else. She glares at me, her mouth in a line and her hands fisted at her sides.

I’d just been kidding with the whole virgin thing.

I don’t know why, but this changes everything. Our games, this back and forth. Right now, I feel like a filthy deviant for even attempting to be inside her.

I let my eyes fall down her body, but before I get far, they’re drawn back up to her collarbones. I’m not a jewelry guru or any such thing, but I need all the distraction I can right now.

I grab the necklace hanging around her neck. The one that so perfectly matches her bracelet. “This is—”

“Briar! There you are.”

My body moves on some subconscious level. I step back and let go of Indi’s necklace without thought. From the corner of my eye, I see her shifting from side to side as she tugs up her panties.

Marcus strides up to us wearing a cocky smile, a girl from the cheerleading squad trailing him like a lost lamb.

“You know Jennika, right?”

I blink hard, shake my head. “Yeah, sure…”

Marcus cocks his head to the closest doorway. “She’s got something to show you.”

“Uh…Marcus…” I tug at my dress shirt, and glance back at Indi. She’s glaring at Marcus, but as soon as I look at her, she must feel my eyes on her because she suddenly wraps her arms around herself.

“This isn’t the right time…” I say, gesturing weakly at the girl as she comes to a stop beside Marcus.

But he’s not looking at me anymore — his gaze is locked on Indi.

No, not her.

Her necklace.

“Where did you—?” he starts, pointing at her like she’s grown a third arm. But before any of us can react, his face breaks into a warm smile. “Don’t you look fucking gorgeous?” he says, cocking his head to the side. “Now I’m getting your vibe, bro.”

I step forward warily, but Marcus doesn’t move even though his eyes take on the gleam of a voracious predator.

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