Page 45 of Vengeful Princess

The tabloids would bite their hands off for such a titillating story. Yep, I was officially fucked. And not in a good way.

“Cassian! Where are you?” Camilla’s nasal screech sent a wave of revulsion along my spine. How was I supposed to stick my dick in that cunt? I’d have to medicate myself to get the deed done. Even then, I wasn’t sure I could do it.

“Oh, there you are, darling! Our daddies are talking and your mama has gone for a rest, so I thought we could…” Her eyes drifted down my chest, taking in my unbuttoned shirt. She lickedher lips and fluttered her eyes at me. “It’s been ages, Cassian,” she whined, stepping closer.

I took a step back and mentally calculated the odds of dying if I fell backward over the wall and hit the patio below.Not great. Chances were high I’d end up a paraplegic and stuck in a wheelchair for life.

Option two was to break Camilla’s neck and throwheroff the balcony.

Lucian Forsyth’s Son’s Fiancée Dies in Tragic Accident During Engagement Party!

Yes, I liked that headline a lot more.

“Ages? Try never,” I scoffed. Camilla’s eyes burned with rage for a microsecond before she schooled her overworked face into a serene expression. She was only 22, but already she’d ruined whatever looks she’d been born with, thanks to an obsession with filler and Botox.

Why did girls do that? Lips inflated enough to function as a life raft were hardly a turn-on.

“You can’t avoid me forever,” she warned, continuing to eye fuck me like I was a slab of beef. I felt utterly objectified, although the irony wasn’t lost on me - I’d done much the same to Thea when she sat next to me in the lecture theater.

The only difference was, she didn’t find me repellent. Far from it, actually.

I wasn’t blind. She’d appreciated my looks as much as I’d appreciated hers.

If only Thea Ricci was my fiancée. Bedding her would be no hardship at all.

Camilla twizzled the monstrously large pink diamond my father had given her around the third finger on her left hand. It twinkled in the glow from the terrace lights.

Needless to say, I hadn’t bothered getting down on one knee. Before the ink had even dried on the wedding contract, Dad had removed the ring from the safe and given it to Camilla.

There was nothing romantic about the occasion, although Camilla almost had an orgasm when she saw the size of the diamond. She made damned sure the ring played a central role in the engagement shots taken this afternoon.

“Fuck off, Camilla.” I wasn’t in the mood to pander to her insatiable need for validation. She might be my fiancée now, but it didn’t mean we had to stay joined at the hip. As long as I accompanied her to a select few social engagements, my life was still my own. I’d made damned sure the contract specified that.

I refused to become her lapdog, and if she expected things to be different, she was deluded. Naturally, because Camilla was a stupid bitch, she decided to push it anyway.

“Cassian,” she purred, stepping closer and dragging her claws down my chest. The heavy scent of her musky perfume triggered my gag reflex, but I couldn’t step back without tumbling off the terrace.

Still tempting.

“We need to get to know each other before the wedding.”

I barked out a laugh. “I know you already, Camilla.”

She huffed with annoyance. “I meant more intimately, Cassian! Why wait until the wedding when we can start having fun now?”

Fun? On what planet was this bitch living on?

Her hand drifted lower and rested on my belt. I recoiled in horror, thinking back to what Kyril had told us about his stepmother. No doubt he felt the same way every time she overstepped and touched him inappropriately.

“I just want a little taste of what to expect.” She pressed her fake tits into my bicep and rubbed herself against me like a cat.The urge to shove her away from me was strong, but I couldn’t hurt the silly bitch.

“Camilla,” I said in a low voice.

“Yes, Cassian?” she panted eagerly, practically salivating as I leaned in.

“Get your fucking hands off me before I rip your arms off. I’m not yours, nor will I ever be, no matter what you think. Are we clear?”

The flip switched from sweet to psycho in an instant. “You are mine!” she hissed. “Daddy says so!”

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