Page 65 of Brutal Prince

I sprintfor the tree line, not bothering to look over my shoulder. If she were to look out her window, she’ll see me way before I reach the safety of wood’s shadowy ground, and I don’t need to give her a good look at my face too.

Why the fuck didn’t I leave?

The fuck did I decide to stay and watch her bathing for?

As soon as darkness swallows me, I falter and stop running. My breath is coming fast, but I’m nowhere near winded. That’s not the problem. The problem is I have a hard-on that’s causing me immense fucking grief.

I slam my back into a tree and shove my hands into my hair.

Keep running, you fucking cunt. Don’t let her get to you.

But for fuck’s sake, how’s that possible? I can’t get the sight of her wet, naked body out of my damn mind.

I don’t know what I’d expected to see under her clothes.

She’s fucking perfect.

Nothing like the bulimic skeletons attending Lavish Prep.

She has curves and a pair of perky tits I was aching to grab.

Fuck, I have grabbed them before, but through all those clothes, I had no idea how magnificent they truly were.

And she shaves…everywhere.

My cock throbs, and I grimace as I try to fight off each new wave of lust crashing through me.

It was like I was in a trance, back there. I’d had one hand on my cock, throttling it through my jeans as if that would somehow control the dark, savage urges flooding my body.

It hadn’t helped.

Fuck.

Fuck!

If someone hadn’t arrived…

I was seconds away from stepping into that bathroom and claiming Indi for my own. No more of this fucking around. I wanted to pin her to the bathroom floor and fuck her until she begged me to stop — and then screamed my name when she came.

I wanted to leave marks even more marks on her pale body, on those glorious curves of her.

My eyes flash open, and I stare reluctantly at my cock where I have it in a fist.

What the fuck is this girl doing to me?

I stroke myself once, with every intention of shoving my dick back into my pants.

But once is never enough, is it?

My arm trembles as I try to hold back, but then I remember how Indi threw back her head and moaned as she came, absolutely gorgeous as she fell apart.

I groan, and let the torrent of lust that’s been building since I first saw her slender foot tapping on the side of the bath wash over me.

I stroke my cock slow and hard, urging precum from the crown so I can use it for lube.

How fucking long has it been?

I don’t allow myself this pleasure, not after what happened with Jess. The more I feed this wretched beast, the hungrier it gets. The stronger it gets. And the less likely it becomes that I’ll be able to keep it chained up.

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