Page 120 of Vengeful Princess

My lips parted for him. He hesitated, and I wondered for one awful moment if he’d flee my room in panic. But he rallied and pressed against me, deepening the kiss.

Our mouths moved in sync, exploring, testing the waters. Neither of us took charge. Milo wasn’t like Kyril, who needed to dominate every sexual encounter we had, or like Landon, who loved to tease me.

When we broke apart, Milo was almost as breathless as me. We lay side by side in the dark, staring at each other in wonderment. My heart pounded in my chest, and when I rested my palm on his chest, I could feel his heart thumping just as hard.

“I’ve never liked anyone as much as I like you,” he whispered. “I like you enough to want to touch you.”

“Then touch me.” I reached down to grasp his hand and placed it on my breast. He groaned. “I saw how you looked at me this morning,” I told him. “Did you want to touch me then?”

“Yes. So much.” He squeezed my breast though the thin fabric, testing the weight of it, brushing his fingers across my hard nipple. “You’re so perfect,” he said reverently, like I was the most exquisite woman in the whole universe. “Can I see your tits again?”

I almost laughed at the polite, hesitant way he asked, knowing full well that both Landon and Kyril wouldn’t have bothered asking. But this was Milo, and he was different in every way.

So I shifted and quickly pulled my tee off, throwing it aside. Then I lay back so he could see me better in the light from the window.

The air in my bedroom was chilly, but knowing Milo was looking at me made me heat up from the inside.

The area between my legs pulsed as Milo propped himself up on one elbow and stared at my chest like it held the secrets of the universe. He’d edged back slightly, so the only point of contact was his hand on my boob.

I didn’t mind; I understood his need to take small steps. He could take all the time in the world as far as I was concerned. Even if we never progressed beyond second base, that was OK.

We’d do this at his pace.

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Milo

Thea was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen in my life. Her fierce nature, combined with her underlying vulnerability, captivated me. The girls in my past, those pretty little dolls, didn’t hold a candle to Thea.

She understood me. My little quirks didn’t freak her out. My dislike of physical touch didn’t phase her, whereas Haley had called me a freak.

Haley was the reason my father had sent me away to be ‘reprogrammed’. Everyone thought it was because I stalked her, but that wasn’t the full story. Yes, I became obsessed with her porcelain skin and ash blond hair for a while, but she knew the effect she had on me.

She’d welcomed me into her bedroom. Encouraged it even.

It was only when I refused to touch her that she grew angry.

“What wrong with you?”she’d screeched, the coarseness of her voice completely at odds with her angelic appearance. “Are you fucked in the head or something?”

She sat on her bed naked, having assumed tonight was the night we’d have sex. Only I couldn’t bring myself to touch her.The moment I went near her, my skin itched and it felt like insects were crawling all over me.

The more she cussed me out, the more my head hurt. I just wanted to hide from her. I’d made an awful mistake coming here. Cassian had warned me about her, but I hadn’t listened.

I knew I needed to leave Haley’s bedroom, but her screaming woke her father. When he found me in his precious daughter’s room, he called the police. Haley burst into tears and accused me of stalking her, which was partly true.

My father’s lawyer advised me to say nothing. In the end, Dad paid off Haley’s family in return for them signing an NDA. Then he sent me away.

My skin didn’t itch when I touched Thea’s golden flesh. She had never judged me. The fact I wasn’t like the other guys didn’t bother her.

Even though my brain wasn’t wired the same as other people’s, she accepted me as I was. Maybe it was because she was different, too. We were all damaged, which was probably why we’d connected.

Thea’s breast was soft yet firm. I loved the way she arched her back when I touched her, pushing into my hand. I’d watched porn, so I knew the mechanics of sex, but I’d never tried any of the things I’d watched.

Never really wanted to until I met Thea.

Now I wanted to do it all. Every filthy thing.

Seeing her flushed and glowing as she stood between Kyril and Landon this morning had awakened something in me. I wanted to feel what they felt when they touched her, tasted her, licked that spot between her legs that made her scream with pleasure.

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