Page 372 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

“So, that hurt. A lot.”

He shakes his head. “Not that.”

“Then what?” I frown at him, feeling like I’ve just come out of a haze.

“Indi Virgo,” he growls. “Will you fucking marry me or not?”

I laugh, and clap my hands over my mouth. “Oh, that.”

He scowls at me, and I run my hands down his face, smiling up at him. “Only if you promise to fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Only once a day?”

“Yes.”

“But what if I want to fuck you in the morning and the evening?”

I shrug “Then we’ll just have to work something out.”

He kisses me again, and this time he moves until he’s lying on his side. Lifting my leg, he pushes against me until I force myself to unclench.

I moan when he’s inside me again.

Then I laugh, but as quietly as I can.

He still hears me, and stops with his dick all the way inside me. “What’s so funny, Angel?”

“Nothing,” I murmur. I reach down and run my fingers around my entrance where he’s stretching me wide as I can go. “Just thinking about what you said that day in Veroza’s class.”

“Really?” he mutters. “Now?”

“Yeah,” I say, twisting so I can look at him over my shoulder. “Guess you were right, Prince Briar.”

He pulls out of me, and then eases his way back in. I shudder at the sensation, and moan when he starts massaging my clit.

“I always am.” He gives me a suspicious look. “Which specific time are you referring to, though?”

I laugh and shake my head at him. “Everyonebows to the prince.”

The End

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