Page 61 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

And still, the movement continued in an almost lazily slow pace.

Unable to figure out what was happening, she raised her confused eyes to the prince—-

Almost on cue, the prince used the exact same moment to grind himself up against her crotch.

Oh!

Lust burned scorching hot inside of her, blazing into life like it was wildfire that had been allowed to simmer under the surface for an eternity. Her body began to shudder as the prince continued to grind his cock between her folds, and her hands on his shoulders tightened.

“For your punishment,” the prince purred, “you must say the word ‘cock.’”

Her eyes widened.

“If you say it, I’ll make you come. If you don’t—-” The prince suddenly lowered himself back to the seat while lifting her hips off his lap.

She cried out in shocked dismay, unable to believe how achingly empty the lack of contact between their bodies had left her.

A second later, he had pulled her back down, and she found herself doing the unthinkable, with her hips pressing down more firmly against his on its own volition. It made his erection rub harder against the silk-covered folds of her moist and swollen core, and a delirious sensation began to hover, tempting her because it was so, so near.

Brown eyes made cloudy with sexual frustration suddenly speared him just as Fawn choked in a sexy little voice, “P-prince.Please.”

But instead of satisfying her unnamed need, the prince sought to torment her even more by slipping his hands inside her blouse. His hands found her beautifully large breasts, cupping them completely. He began to knead her tender flesh, and this time, her lips parted in a moan.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say the word, that one word that you know you want in every beautiful tight hole of your body, and I’ll make you feel so damn good you won’t ever want it to stop.”

His promise made her shudder anew, and when he began to play with her nipples, she gasped, her head falling back. “Prince,please.”

His mouth ran down her throat, and her fingers dug deep into his back. His fingers began to pinch her nipples, and her hips started rubbing more urgently against his hardness.

“Say it,” he whispered against her neck. “It’s such a simple word,parthena mou.Why don’t you say it?”

She shook her head. She couldn’t, wouldn’t – she shouldn’t ever say it.

Because if she did, then it would mean—-

“Say it.” The prince licked the side of her throat.

Aaaaah.

“Say it, parthena mou, or...”

And then she felt it. His mouth lifting from her neck, his hands leaving her swollen breasts to take hold of her hips. When he began to lift her off him—-

No!

Her eyes clashed with his. “Please,” she choked. She didn’t care if she was begging. She just wantedmoreof that deliriously beautiful feeling that only his body could give her.

“Then say it.” He fisted her hair. “Say it because I want to make you goddamn come, too—-”

Writhing at his growl, she choked out, “C-c-co...” But it was so hard.

“Say it.”

“C-c-co...c-conana!”

The prince stilled, and she fell back on his lap, red-faced.

Oh my God, had she just made a word up for his erection?

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