Page 60 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

He raised a brow.

“Your—-” But she still couldn’t make herself say it.

“Are you talking about my co—-”

“Banana,” she snarled, cutting him off.

The prince smirked.

“It’s abanana.Okay?”

“No. It’s not okay. It’s not a banana. Rather, what you’re feeling—-”

Feeling like her world would end the moment she allowed him to say the word, she quickly covered his mouth, and the prince’s words ended up stifled.

“—-is my——mp.”

Ha! Victory! But it was a short-lived feeling, for in the next moment the prince had suddenly started licking the center of her palm—-

Oh my God!

Fawn yanked her hand away, trembling at the way her entire body had seemed to light up with an internal fire at the feel of his tongue on her skin. When she saw the prince’s eyes gleaming with amusement, she spat, “Gross! It’s gross!”

The amusement disappeared, and the prince asked in an ominously soft voice, “Did I not warn you about what would happen if you again used that word with me?”

Oops.

“I m-mean, howgrossthat no one’s ever licked my hand,” she stammered. “Like, seriously, I’ve always wanted to know how it would feel to have my hand licked like a dog—-” She stopped speaking when the prince’s gaze turned murderous.

Uh.

Oh.

Had she just ended up indirectly calling him...a dog?

The prince cupped her face.

This is it, Fawn thought miserably.I’m totally dead.

“I was planning to take it easy with you, you know.”

Her stomach twisted in fear. Yes, she was definitely going to die in the next thirty seconds.

“But since you’ve proved to be a very stubborn girl who deserves to be punished—-”

Fawn prepared herself for the worst.

The Prince of Darkness was made of Mafia stock, after all.

He could slap her, which would be a mercy, but he could also have her butchered into pieces, buried alive, hung—-

The prince clasped her hips.

Oh...my...God...here...it...came...

And then the prince slowly started sliding her up and down.

Fawn blinked.

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