Page 81 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

“So you won’t cry.”

“I’m not the one who’s crying,” he pointed out unevenly.

“S-shut up.” She pinched his cheeks harder.

“Idiot.”

“J-just like you.” Her fingers uncurled. “Because you don’t seem to get it. G-Georgie wanted you to be the Prince of Darkness, but she didn’t want you to bejustthe prince—-”

More sobs threatened to crawl out of her throat, but she forced them down because she still had the most important thing to say.

“She loved you, remember?”

“Like I told you, she was an idiot.” But when the prince started to shake his head, Fawn’s hands slammed against his cheeks to keep it still.

“N-no! You’re the idiot.She loved you,prince.Georgie loved you.And because she loved you, surely you see? She can only be happy if you’re happy, too.”

Her hands fell away.

“So be happy, prince. Stop blaming yourself. Stop trying to make up for everything. Stop acting like your life is of so l-little value just because you’re the Prince of Darkness.” Her voice caught. “Because Georgie thinks...becauseI think...your life is indispensable because you’rethePrince of Darkness.”

Ah.

“My turn.” The prince pinched her cheeks. “I’m ordering you to stay an idiot.Okay?”

She laughed and cried, but she also yelped in pain when the prince pinched her cheeks harder.

“Stay. An. Idiot.Because if you don’t—-” The prince’s hands left her cheeks, and he suddenly hauled her close to him. “I won’t be able to fuck you anymore.”

Fawn gaped. “You’re only attracted to idiots?”

Yes,if idiots were as sweet and as naïve as her.

But he would rather die than let her know that.

“Enough talking.” And he made sure it was so by lowering his head to catch one nipple in his mouth.

“Prince—-aah!” Fawn couldn’t help moaning the last word out as he began sucking on her breast.

Oh God, oh God.

Just like that, and desire turned her world upside down, and she found herself clutching his hair as the prince sucked harder on her breasts. “P-prince—-”

The prince’s head lifted, and when their eyes clashed, he muttered savagely, “You talk too much.” He bent his head down again, and he started sucking on her other nipple. At the same time, his fingers found her pussy underwater once more, and she buckled against his body with a moan.

Need conquered her body as the prince shoved one finger into her.

“Prince!”

Two fingers—-

Three fingers—-

Her grip on his head tightened as her hips began to move on its own volition, meeting the wonderfully hard thrusts of his fingers.

“Priiiiiiince—-”

And then the prince wasfistingher.

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