Page 209 of Brutal Prince

“I don’t need to buy anything.” He shoves a hand between my legs and squeezes me through my riding slacks. “I already own you.”

I try to laugh him off, but then his mouth is against mine, bruising my lips, his tongue forcing its way inside.

I melt into the bed, every shred of resistance fading. Briar grasps my breasts, squeezes me roughly through my pants, and then sits up and strips off his shirt.

My lips part as I run my hands over his chiseled chest, fingers lingering on some of his scars.

Football injuries, he tells me. Some, rough nights out partying.

I couldn’t care if he got them cage fighting in a back alley. He’s broken, this brutal prince of mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

He swats away my touch, and then yanks open the blouse I am wearing. Buttons ping against the wall and clatter to the floor. I gasp, for a moment shocked at his vehemence, but then his lips are on my breastbone, working their way down my belly.

My pants come off next, tossed God knows where. My bra, my panties. Until I’m naked and bare beneath him, nothing but a few crushed rose petals for modesty.

He sinks his fingers into my thighs and wrenches open my legs. I moan, arching my back as he stares hungrily down at my pussy.

“You have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” he says, his eyes slowly tracing their way up my body. I shiver, and instinctively cover my breasts from his ravenous eyes.

Briar grabs my hands, forcing them back onto the bed. He shifts his grip, using only a single hand to keep me down, and tugs off his pants with the other.

A second later, his hard cock touches the inside of my thigh.

I shift up the bed, trying to close my legs. But Briar’s between them now, and I know he won’t let me say no again.

He dips his hips down and forward, and I moan when the crown of his dick touches my already soaking folds.

“Are you going to scream for me when I break you?” he murmurs, putting his lips right by my ear.

“Fuck you,” I mutter, twisting my hips. “You really think you’re that big?”

“I know I’m that big.” His mouth closes on the side of my neck and works its way down to my collar bone, then my nipple. He rolls it between his teeth until it’s a tight bud, and then sucks it as he massages it with his tongue.

God, I feel ready to come and he hasn’t even touched my clit yet.

I arch my back, and he takes more of my breast into his mouth. He tightens his grip around my wrists as if reminding me that I don’t have a choice in the matter, and then snakes his hand down my tummy.

He taps his fingers over my clit, and I come out of my delicious haze with a yelp.

“Fuck, Briar.”

“In a minute, my little virgin.” His lips brush mine, and I let out a low moan as he rakes his fingers through my folds. “Gotta make sure you’re ready first.”

I’m not. I can’t be. I don’t know why, but I’m terrified. I shouldn’t be — it’s not that big of a deal…except it is.

It is.

I’ve always wanted my first time to be perfect. Special. Roses and fucking champagne.

I have all that and more.

So why the fuck am I still hesitating?

“Mmm,” Briar says, his lips vibrating against mine. “A little wet, but not nearly enough.”

Then he’s gone. His warmth, the solidity of his body, his whispered promises. Everything.

I barely have time to open my eyes before his mouth closes over my clit.

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