Page 18 of Alien Prince Fake Fiancé

Her emotions were all over the place, raw and tender. She’d never cried so hard. She hated her body’s weakness. Hated that she wasn’t more angry. Mostly she hated herself for wanting to cling to him for comfort; for needing anything from him at all.

His hand continued to brush through her hair in a soothing motion, the other resting on her hip, a warm, comforting weight. “Tell your sister you have changed your mind about Antonelius.”

“No,” she protested, her fists clenched angrily and her jaw set in a determined line. Her eyes flashed with renewed temper. Shesat up, refusing to acknowledge the sense of loss in her as her contentment vanished.

Zade grit his teeth. “You are beyond stubborn. No one will believe you. Desire cannot be faked.”

“Who says I would be faking, you arrogant..”

Zade grabbed a fistful of her hair, not enough to hurt, but strong enough to force her to look up at him. He bent down, brushed his lips, feather light, against her ear, and whispered, “Tsk. Tsk. Careful with the insults,shenga.Have you forgotten my rule? Insults from you will be seen as a request for more spanking. Do you need more?”

“No,” she grated. In a tone that was meant to be sarcastic but came out breathless instead, she asked, “Who said I would have to fake my desire, Your Almighty Highness?”

He made a low rumbling noise deep in his chest. “You know we can smell lies, don’t you?”

“I’m not lying.” Caldorians couldn’t really smell lies, could they? Technically she only asked a question, which was not telling a lie, she silently justified in her mind. “He’s a hottie.”Also not a lie.

“Mm,” he hummed as he bent his head so that his lips skimmed lightly along the edge of her ear, caressing the side of her neck, barely grazing her skin. “Then tell me..what color are his markings?”

“Blue. Teal, actually.” She trembled. Her nipples pebbled. How could she want Zade after what he’d just done to her? Her skin prickled with awareness and rekindled desire, completely uncaring of her inner conflict.

Zade paused long enough to whisper, “Yes. You have an excellent memory.”

Warmth spread through her at his praise.What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t need a man’s approval to feel good about myself. His mouth is amazing, though. Would it reallyhurt..just a little more..She tilted her head farther, closed her eyes in bliss as he gathered her closer, moaning as his mouth resumed its erotic journey back toward the swell of her breasts.

“And how tall is he?”

“About 6’5”,” she panted. He was casting some sort of spell on her, his lips the instrument of her demise.

His fingers lightly brushed across one breast until he found her nipple. His thumb traced the areola until she arched her back in pleasure, the taut peak visible, in the offing, through her thin shirt and bra, the one place guaranteed to send a zing straight to her core.

Another moan escaped as his thumb and forefinger latched onto the peak through her clothes, tugging and pinching, just short of the point of pain, the assault on her senses sending electric shockwaves pulsing through her feminine sheath. Her hips bucked in summons, an urgent call to mate.

“And the color of your lover’s eyes?”

“Ah!” Her hips thrashed again as desire pooled, hot and thick, deep inside her.Oh god, what is he doing?“They’re…they're... gold,” she panted.

“Stubborn littleshenga.” Zade's voice was full of satisfaction. “That’s right. My eyes are gold.”

Ashlyn froze. Her eyes snapped open.What? Oh, no! What have I done? No. No. No. Antonelius doesn’t have gold eyes. They’re lavender, with a ring of blue around the outside. Zade’s eyes are gold.“I’m really starting to despise you.”

“You were correct, you are not a good liar.” Chuckling, he pulled her closer into his hard warmth, gently tucked a loose curl behind her ear before playfully tugging on the end, as he’d seen her do several times that day. “Try to relax, Ashlyn Faro of Earth. I am not going to hurt you.”

Hoping to regain a little composure, she took a deep, calming breath, then pulled away so that she could see into his eyes, readhis expression. "I need you to know, Zade," she said firmly, her voice barely above a whisper. "While I can't deny the attraction between us, my feelings haven't changed. No matter what happens between us right now, my decision stands."

Zade kept playing with her hair. “On the contrary. What happens now, in this moment, is all that matters,shenga. I will be the victor. Your sweet nectar I shall claim as my prize.”

Sultry heat unfurled in her body as she imagined him claiming her as a reward. Not money. Not power. Just a taste of her. She wanted what he was selling, all night long, which was why she had to stop them. Right. Now. Before she gave in and handed him everything he wanted. “Please,” she implored. “I can’t believe I’m saying this after you spanked me, but I still want you. I do, which is why we can’t do this right now. Antonelius was right. He said..”

"We can," he interjected before she could finish, "and we will." His eyes filled with a mix of desire and determination. Ashlyn's heart raced as she saw the intensity in his gaze. Her breath hitched as tension arced between them.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. He captured her wrists in his hands as he looked into her eyes. His grip was firm but gentle, sending a shiver down her spine. Her body responded to his dominance. Her pulse quickened and her breath became shallow.

She couldn't let herself be swayed by the emotions he was stirring inside her. She turned her head away before she gave in, trying one last time. “I don’t want to be fake with you.”

Zade's expression didn't change. He reached out and gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. “Then we agree. I will tell the others.”

“No!”

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