Page 133 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“I’m s-still with Grant, and probably after tonight...” She laughed nervously. “Some will also think I’m cheating on him with N-Nathan.”

“Probably.”

And yet the prince still didn’t move.

“Y-you know what that means, right?”

“That you’re a shameless woman in the guise of an angel?”

She choked back another nervous laugh. “P-prince.”

He could only stare at her, all the while his heart beating faster and faster while his chest kept aching like hell.

If only he weren’t the Prince of Darkness.

If only.

“Fawn—-”

The bleakness in his voice terrified her, and she knew if she let him finish speaking, it would be all over.

And she couldn’t let it happen.

Not when she had gone so far—-

She hadn’t come this far just to give him up without a fight.

“Take my virginity, prince.” It was her last gamble, and she was going todamnwell take it. “Keep your word.” She stepped out of the shower with trembling legs.

“Please.” Their gazes met.

She didn’t understand why he was pushing her away, but she only knew he was doing it, and that the prince had to be doing it for a reason.

He had to.

She couldn’t, wouldn’t accept the fact that he did it even knowing how much it would hurt her.

“Please.”She choked back a desperate sob at the sound of her voice.

It was almost like she was begging him, and wasn’t that sodamnpathetic?

The prince was white-faced.

No. Goddamn it. No.

She sounded almost like the way Grant Bennett had pleaded with him—-

And it wasn’t right.

Bennett was a sinner, and so was he. Both of them had sins to pay for in hell.

But Fawn was different.

She was a living breathing angel, and it wasn’t goddamn right that the prince had reduced her to begging—-

“I’m sorry.” The words were torn out of the prince in a harsh groan, remorse burning him alive as he realized that he had practically forced her to suffer almost the same way Grant Bennett had suffered—-

It wasn’t goddamn right.

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