Page 101 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“No,” the prince growled.

Fawn froze.

“Put your hands down.”

Don’t do it, don’t do it,the sensible part of her screeched.

But the wanton part of her told her it was too late.

She was hypnotized.

Her arms went back to her side.

“Now,” the prince purred, “I need you to make a choice.” Reaching up to trace her lips, he murmured, “Do you want to come first?” He watched her intensely as she squirmed in front of him, thinking that her fear and nervousness would get the better of her. But again, she surprised him.

Her lips started to move against his fingers, words rolling down her tongue in a sexy little whisper.

“N-no. I want you to come first.”

Ah.

Desire burned through him as she sank to her knees in front of him. “Do you know what to do next?” he asked hoarsely.

“J-just enough.”

“Is that so?” He almost laughed, probably would have if he didn’t want to fuck her so badly. When she nodded, he said hoarsely, “Show me what you know then.” He watched her visibly hesitate before sinking to her knees and reaching for his shorts. He did nothing to stop her, only lifting himself up just enough to help her get rid of the single piece of clothing that kept him from being naked.

Do I stare or close my eyes?It wasn’t her first time to see the prince’s erection, but even so, she still couldn’t make herself used to how...how...

“Awe—-” She stopped abruptly when she realized what she had been about to say.

The prince’s brows shot up.

“W-what?” She winced at how defensive she sounded.

“You tell me,” the prince drawled. “A moment there, I thought you were about to describe my...conana—-”

She cringed at the hateful term.

“Awesome.”

Fawn turned red. “No! I! Did! Not!” But oh my God, why was she talking in exclamation points again?

The prince laughed. “There’s no need to be embarrassed,parthena mou.After all...” He suddenly reached for one of her hands. “It is yours to do whatever you want.” As he spoke, he brought her hand to his cock, and Fawn’s fingers instinctively tightened around the silky hardness of the prince’s erection.

The prince hissed, and thinking that she had done something wrong, Fawn released him with a cry—-

“No.” The prince swiftly caught hold of her hand and brought it back to his cock. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He wanted to fuck more than ever now, but seeing her hurt expression, he managed a smile, saying roughly, “If you don’t believe me—-”

The prince covered her hand with his, and he slowly guided her, teaching her how to stroke him all the while keeping his gaze locked with hers, wanting Fawn to see just how much he wanted her.

The prince’s erection throbbed hard against her fingers with every stroke, and when she tried moving it just a little faster, she saw the prince’s nostrils flare—-

Oh.

Her grip tightened, and the prince stiffened.

“Do you understand now?” he asked tautly.

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