Page 168 of Vengeful Princess

I was so close. So close to falling apart in every way. My body craved him. Every dark, lethal inch of him. His anger, his pain, and most of all, his protectiveness.

My life was dark, soaked in blood, but Kyril understood. He’d grown up in the same world as me.

Fate had thrown us together, and even if this was our last night together, I’d take a piece of him with me.

“Harder,” I moaned. I didn’t want gentle or sweet. I needed his darkness.

He grunted as he railed me. With each hard thrust, I climbed higher. The lewd, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed off the walls. Would anyone hear us as they walked past?

A deliciously twisted part of me hoped so. I imagined Landon bursting in and catching me fucking Kyril. I’d loved sharingthem. The memory of Landon jerking off while Kyril fucked me pushed me over the edge.

My pussy gripped Kyril’s cock like a vise, triggering his orgasm.

He groaned as he unloaded inside me. The feel of his cum dripping down my thighs reminded me we hadn’t used a condom…again!

“Condom!” I cursed loudly, well aware this was also my fault. What was wrong with me? Twice now I’d fucked up.We’dfucked up. Jesus Christ. I was a walking cliche: a poster girl for Planned Parenthood. A living, breathing reminder to all the stupid girls out there that this is what happened when you acted like a brain-dead slut.

Kyril raked his fingers through his hair and stared at me in horror. “I’m so sorry,kotenok.FUCK!” He threw me an apologetic look.“I’ll sort this out for you, I promise.”

I was leaving at dawn, but he didn’t need to know that. I guess a trip to a pharmacy first thing in the morning was on my to-do list. Asshole Russian with his big dick.

“I have to get back,” I muttered, hopping off the counter. My thighs were slick with cum. It felt gross.

Kyril pulled a napkin from a dispenser and handed it to me with a sheepish grin.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, still grinning.

“Asshole,” I muttered. “You won’t be smiling if you knock me up.”

“Won’t I?” He threw me another cocky smirk as he zipped up his pants, looking way more polished than me. The mirror had already told me my hair was in disarray and my lipstick long gone. Add in my flushed cheeks and the fact my dress now had suspicious stains on the skirt, and it was pretty obvious I’d been fucked to within an inch of my life.

Not a good look.

“We’re too young to have a baby.” And also, our fathers would kill us both.

“I’d love to put a baby in your belly,kotenok,”he purred, placing a large palm on my stomach. I shoved him back, and he laughed.

Marvellous. The crazy Russian had a breeding kink. This was bad.Verybad.

“No babies, Kyril,” I said, rolling my eyes.

He winked, which told me he wasn’t listening at all. Oh well. It didn’t matter. I’d pick up a morning after pill tomorrow morning. Everything would be fine. Even if he did have a cunning plan to knock me up, there was no way in hell that would be happening. By the time he realized I was gone, I’d be half-way home.

My heart ached in my chest when I thought of how angry and hurt he’d be, but I steeled my resolve. Another hour and I’d make my excuses and leave. By then, the guys would be drunk and wouldn’t notice me disappear.

At least, that was the plan.

I let Kyril drag me back into the main hall, where our fellow students danced, drank, and ate ruinously expensive hors d’oeuvres. I’d eaten nothing since this morning, but I had no appetite. Not even the recent orgasm courtesy of Kyril and his amazing dick had done much for my mood. Not now the aftershocks had faded, anyway.

The annoying bastard had refused to give me back my panties, forcing me to suffer the consequences of him not using a condom. I’d cleaned up as best I could, but I was desperate to pull this dress off and take a shower.

Kyril’s arm snaked around my waist as we stood near the wall. Music and conversation ebbed and flowed, most of it washing over my head. I wanted to leave, but Kyril didn’t seem inclined to let me go.

I’d tried to pull away once already, but he just growled like a dog with a chew toy.

The ambient chatter picked up just as Landon spotted us. I tensed as he headed our way, a look of determination on his face.

Damn, he looked good in a kilt. As a huge fan of Outlander, I could appreciate a man in a kilt. Not all men could pull off a plaid skirt, but Landon could.

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