Page 55 of Vengeful Princess

She stepped closer, letting me see more of her curvy body. Her dress hugged her curves while revealing a tempting portion of flesh. Slim legs, a nipped-in waist, and plenty of mouth-watering cleavage.

Even though flickering shadows partially obscured her face, I didn’t miss the fact she was staring right at my dick.

“Wanna watch?” I rasped, sucking in more smoke. My joint had burned down to the last dregs, but it was the only one left, so I was trying to eke it out as long as possible. This shit was good. Kyril’s dealer had done us a solid.

Dark eyes dipped up and then slithered back down my chest, coming to rest on my dick. There was an imperceptible nod, and I grinned.

“You like watching, dirty girl?” I asked, not expecting a reply. Maybe she was mute? Or not English?

There was another slight nod.

“Come closer,” I ordered. “So I can see you better.”

She stiffened and stepped back. Ah, a shy one. Well, whatever. Even with a mask on, I could tell she was a looker. Full red lips that would look delicious wrapped around my cock, olive skin, and dark eyes with thick lashes.

The red hair was a wig, but that didn’t matter. I had no preference. Blonds, brunettes, and redheads - I was an equal opportunity guy. Although, I kinda hoped she was a brunette,like Thea, with thick hair long enough to wrap my hand around while I fucked her senseless.

The girl stayed just out of reach, but still close enough to enjoy a front-row seat as I jacked off.

With each up-and-down movement, I hissed with pleasure. Our eyes locked as the familiar tingling sensation buzzed down my spine and my balls tightened. Then I groaned, unable to hold back any longer.

I came hard, coating my abs and chest with thick white ropes of release, lost in blissful pleasure.

By the time I opened my eyes again, she was halfway out the door into the garden.

“Fuck,” I muttered, the high of coming for her fading fast. I grabbed a discarded towel from the floor and wiped up the mess.

The glass door from the hallway swung open and Kyril strode in, jolting to a halt when he saw me putting my dick away. He tugged his mask off and shoved it in his pocket before scanning the room.

“What the fuck? Did you kick her out already?”

“She left.” There was an edge of irritation to my voice that didn’t escape Kyril. He laughed.

“One minute wonder, eh? Should have waited. I’d have sorted her out.”

I ignored his pathetic attempt to one-up me. Women might love his stupid tattoos and air of danger, but ultimately, they preferred me. The guy with the sexy Scottish accent and an unerring ability to charm the panties off them.

“We didn’t fuck.”

“Really?” He looked unconvinced, but I was way too mellow to argue with him.

“No, she watched me jack off and then left.”

“Huh. OK, whatever.” He scrubbed his jaw. “Have you seen Milo?”

I shook my head. “No, not since we arrived.”

He dropped onto an adjacent recliner and stretched his long legs out. Like me, he’d unbuttoned his shirt and tossed his jacket somewhere. A new joint appeared, and he lit it, inhaling deeply before passing it over.

The sweet scent of weed permeated the air, mixing with chlorine. Not the nicest combo, but I was past caring.

“We should probably go rescue Cassian,” he commented, not moving an inch.

“He’ll be fine. He’s used to dealing with his dick of a father,” I replied, taking a toke before passing the joint back. “At least he’s not stuck with the troll.”

Kyril laughed to himself. “No, she’ll be out of it all night.”

We lay there for a while until both of us were mellow and ready to jump back into the fray. Just as I was about to drag my ass up, the door opened again.

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