Page 40 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“But you might try kissing me—-”

“Even if I do,” he said with a shrug, “you can always stop me, can’t you?”

“Prince!”

A low chuckle escaped him. “Just teasing you,parthena mou.” His gaze captured hers. “I promise you. I won’t try to kiss you in any way, and I won’t make you kiss me.”

Feeling like she was about to willingly throw herself under a bus, Fawn forced her limbs to work and made her way to the prince. She stopped when she was a few inches before him, and onceagain his intoxicating scent, so very male, teased and tempted her, making Fawn grit her teeth.

Grant. Grant. Grant.

She had to think about Grant and not let the prince’s animal magnetism get to her. She had seriously researched about this, and she had come to the conclusion that men like the Prince of Darkness were just too beautiful that it wasnaturalfor the female body to respond in their presence. It didn’t mean she loved Grant less. It only meant her hormones were working fine—-

“Fawn.”

Her head jerked up, her entire body trembling at the rare sound of her name slipping past the prince’s lips.

“All I want you to do is...”

Her heart skipped a beat at the way the prince’s green gaze burned with all those things that she had seen before and pretended not to know.

“For you to touch my lips.”

For one moment, she could only stare at him, unable to believe what she was hearing. When the prince continued to stare at her, his gaze patient, she croaked out, “E-excuse me?”

“You heard me,” was the prince’s lazy answer.

“You want me to touch your lips?”

“As promised, it’s not a kiss.”

“But—-”

“Is it too much to ask?” He stepped away. “Because if it is, then it’s time for me to go,alone,which I had wanted to do so in the first place.” He started to turn away.

“Wait!”

The prince stilled.

“I’m g-going to do it.” She had barely finished speaking when the prince swung to face her again, so swiftly it had Fawn nervously sucking in her breath.

Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Grant, forgive me, but at least it’s just something simple. It’s not a kiss. It’s just—-

She raised her trembling fingers, pausing mid-air.

Oh God, she couldn’t breathe.

Slowly, she moved her fingers, and then she was feeling it, the soft firmness of the prince’s lips. She was about to yank her hand away when she saw the way he was looking at her—-

Oh God, the way he was looking at her—-

Unable to stop herself, Fawn slowly and shakily traced the curve of his upper lip.

She wetted her own lips.

And so did he, only—-

With her still touching him, his tongue inevitably grazed the tips of her fingers—-

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