Page 40 of Vengeful Princess

My hand crept up her side, cautiously. Thea was like a deer. One wrong move and she’d flee. If I messed this up, she might never talk to me again, but I had to have more of her.

When I found her breast, she moaned softly, her eyes blown wide with lust. God, her tit was perfect for my hand. Just theright size. I squeezed it gently, feeling the hard press of her nipple against my palm.

“Fuck, Thea,” I rasped when we broke apart. “I’m so damn hard for you right now.”

Her breath caught at my words, and from the pink flush in her cheeks and the way her lips were all swollen, she wanted more.

My gaze slid down her chest. She’d left her zip-up hoodie and jacket at the table, so I could see the outline of her tits in her tight vest tee. Since fortune always favored the brave, or some such shit, I pushed her tee up over her bra so I could get my eyes on the prize.

To my delight, she wore a pink lace bra that barely covered her tits. If I looked hard enough, I could see the shadow of her nipples through the lace. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking on them.

She didn’t protest when I cupped her mounds with my hands, feeling the weight of them. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured, admiring the perfection that was Thea’s breasts. Nothing like the fake balloons a lot of girls seem to favor these days. Hers were all soft and cushiony. A perfect pillow for my head.

“Am I?” she asked, and my head snapped up. Was she for real? How did she not see what I saw? This woman was the most exquisite creature I’d ever seen in my life. “I bet you say this to all your fucktoys,” she added, an edge to her voice I didn’t much like.

“Not gonna lie, baby, I’ve had a lot of women…” She snorted, and I felt her slipping away. If I didn’t move quickly, she’d be out of here and I’d never have another chance with her. “None of them meant anything. They were all meaningless hookups.”Some of them not by choice.But that was a story for another day. “But you’re different. You’re not a casual anything. You’re my future wife.” I could tell from the expression of disbelief on her face she thought I was full of shit, but I wasn’t.

Not at all.

Thea was my end-game. I didn’t care what my father wanted. This woman was mine. I’d known it from the moment I saw her put down several guys much larger than her.

She was my queen, and I was her humble knight.

I didn’t have Kyril’s brutal strength, Cassian’s fearsome intellect, or Milo’s tech skills, but I was more than willing to fight for her.

I’d do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy.

Anything at all.

21

Thea

Lust clouded my brain. It was the only explanation for why I sat here with a known fuckboy, my tits in his face. This wasn’t the first time I’d hit second base with a guy, but it had been a very long time, and I was seriously questioning my judgment.

The way he looked at me made me feel like a goddess. I wasn’t an idiot. Landon Rothmore had probably seen more pairs of tits in his lifetime than I’d had cups of coffee. No doubt he’d already rated mine against his last few conquests.

Did my breasts rate highly compared to the fake boobs I’d seen bouncing around campus? I’d heard some bitch called Polly boasting about her boob job only last week. She was very proud of her DDs, apparently.

Not that I was judging. If a girl needed a set of plastic tits to boost her self-confidence, then it was up to her. Personally, I was more than happy with my breasts. And from the way Landon’s cock bulged against the fly of his jeans, he was more than happy, too.

“I’m not your future wife,” I told him again. If my father had his way, I’d be marrying some old fart with a fuck-ton of useful mafia business connections. I definitely wouldn’t be trotting up the aisle with Landon Fucking Rothmore. “Your father would literally shit himself if we got married.”

“True,” Landon laughed, but his amusement soon faded. “I don’t give a fuck what my father thinks. You’re mine, baby girl.” Before I could protest once again, his mouth was on mine.

He kissed me like he wasn’t prepared to let me go. Ever. Kissing Landon wasn’t like kissing Kyril. When Kyril kissed me the night we buried the body on the moor, he’d taken what he wanted without asking.

Landon’s kiss was different. He teased me, testing my reaction as he pressed his tongue between my lips. When I moaned, he deepened the kiss and showed me exactly how good it would feel if he used his talented tongue somewhere else.

I pressed my body into him, needing more, wanting more. He squeezed my breast, rubbing my hard nipple between his finger and thumb. My body ached, desperate for release.

It dimly occurred to me that someone might see us. This was a glass room, after all. There could be people outside, watching from the gardens. Did I care? No.

Landon shifted, pulling me astride his thighs, letting me feel how hard he was. I rocked against his thick shaft of steel, using him for my own pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, take what you need,” he said in a low, husky voice. Then he pulled my bra cup down and sucked my nipple into his hot, wet mouth. The feel of his eager mouth on my breast, combined with the friction of his cock against my clit, pushed me over the edge.

I came with a muffled shriek, my body pulsing hard as waves of pleasure ripped through my core.

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