Page 82 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

She began to sob.

His hand went in and out of her, harder, faster, and her body tightened and tightened.

More sobs tore out of her throat as desire threatened to rise and eclipse her mind.

The prince’s teeth closed over her nipple, and he bit the pouting tip hard.

Fawn buckled one last time in his hold, and then she was coming with a cry, her orgasm flowing out of nowhere.

Creamy moisture gushed out of her, making her Fawn shake with her release, and at that moment she couldn’t even remember why she was hurting over Grant. Right now, all she could remember was his name.

Prince.

Prince.

Prince.

THE PRINCE DIDN’T JOINFawn for breakfast.

And that’s totally fine,she told herself doggedly. Sure, the cereal pouring down her throat tasted more like liquefied weeds, but that was more like a delayed reaction to Grant’s cheating. It hadnothingto do at all with the prince.

Nothing.

And yet—-

It was only when she saw teardrops falling into her cereal bowl that she realized she was crying.

Oh God,whatwas happening?

She no longer knew how she should feel, no longer knew where to go, orwhowas crying for.

Grant? The prince? Or herself?

Grant had cheated on her first, but did that make what she was doing now any less wrong?

“COME IN,” THE PRINCEsaid when he heard the knock on the door.

Igor opened the door but remained by the doorway. “You’re needed in the dining room, sir.”

Ah.

He pushed his chair back. “I told Fawn I’m busy.”

“She’s crying, sir.”

The prince only nodded. “You may leave.”

Igor wanted to say more, but the grim look on the prince’s face told him he would be overstepping, and he reluctantly turned away.

When the door closed behind Igor, the prince stood up and faced the window, his jaw clenching.

Fawn.

Even now, he had no fucking idea what happened, and the look of hurt on Fawn’s face when he told her he wouldn’t be joining her for breakfast slashed his mind.

She was just his lover,he thought savagely. She had no business acting like he was obliged to spend every damn minute in her company.

She had no right to think that.

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