Page 74 of Vengeful Princess

A small moan escaped, partly because any movement caused me agony, but also because I wanted him. I wanted him to partmy thighs, touch me there. Take what he desired and give me so much more in return. But before I could throw all my inhibitions away, he pulled back, eyes wild.

He swore softly, his expression a mix of surprise and wonderment. “That was…”

“Good?” I asked, hating the thread of insecurity in my voice.

“Amazing,” he breathed. His eyes sparkled as he reached down to adjust his dick. I tried not to look, but my eyes slid down, regardless. The bulge in his jeans was impressive. More than. Were all these guys hung like horses?

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He grimaced when saw me wincing with pain. “I shouldn’t have done that. You need to rest.”

“I’m OK.” I was far from OK, but kissing Milo had distracted me, if only for a moment.

“You’re not OK. Now lie back and get some sleep while I watch you.” He moved away from the bed and settled in the chair next to my desk. Like Landon, he’d come with a laptop, which he placed on his knee.

As much as I wanted him to kiss me again, he was right. My body needed rest. I closed my eyes and listened to him tapping away on the keyboard. The sound was surprisingly soothing, a bit like rain on glass, and before long, I’d drifted off to sleep again.

39

Cassian

“Where’s Milo?” Landon looked shifty when he appeared from his bedroom, hair wet from the shower.

“With Thea.”What the fuck?“What is it with this girl? You’re all obsessed with her!”

Landon shrugged. “She was badly hurt. Someone needed to take care of her.”

My eyes snapped up. I’d not long got back from a visit home. Father had insisted on wheeling me out for another interview. He had a journalist and photographer there doing a feature on him for the Sunday Times.Lucian Forsyth: His Meteoric Rise to Power, or some such nonsense. Dad liked to play happy families in public. His PR guy said it was good for his image.

“What do you mean? How was she hurt?”

“Someone beat the shit out of her. No idea who - she refused to say.”

It made no sense. I’d seen the video of her taking down several guys much bigger than her. Had she been ambushed? My stomach clenched uncomfortably at the thought. She was good,but even Kyril would struggle if he got jumped by ten or more big bastards.

“Is she OK?” Landon smirked at my question, recognizing I was invested in his reply.

“Her ribs are likely cracked and her body is black and blue, but she’ll recover.”

Of course, he was fucking her. I should have known. Not that it explained why Milo was there. “Why is Milo with her and not you?”

“He’s…” Landon hesitated, which meant he was hiding something. Shit. I was spending too much time away from campus. What was going on? Milo had been good since the Haley incident. We didn’t need a repeat of that shitshow.

“Spit it out, Lan. What’s going on?” I was tired, hungry, and hung over. Dad had invited Camilla and her family over for lunch once the news crew had left. The only way I’d got through it was by drinking myself into a coma. Camilla, predictably, had refused to leave me alone. She had doubled down on the idea we should sleep together before the wedding. To make sure we were sexually compatible or some such nonsense. I didn’t need to have sex with her to know we weren’t compatible. One look told me that.

Even with a bag over her head and the lights off, there was no way I could stick my dick in her without vomiting. Our wedding night was going to be fun. I might have to roofie myself to survive. It was that or leap off the roof and pray for a quick end.

“Milo is…somewhat obsessed.”

Dear Lord. This was bad. “How obsessed?”

Landon shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been sneaking into her room and spending hours there.”

“Does she know?”

“I’m not sure. She’s been out of it a lot since the incident. The pain meds Kyril gave her are strong. But she was asleep when I left her and Milo took over.”

“I don’t get it. Why are you three all over this girl? Especially you!” Landon went through women like other guys drank beer. There was a permanent revolving door in his bedroom. I mean, I wasn’t much better, at least before my father effectively nailed my balls to the wall, but I wasn’t as bad as Landon.

“She’s different.” He stalked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator.

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