Page 9 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

But right now—-

She shifted on her feet uncomfortably, knowing she should either stop watching or start making noises so the prince would know they weren’t alone. But...she could do neither, couldn’t even peel her gaze from the way the girl was suddenly and frantically tearing the shirt off the prince’s body.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she heard the prince purr in dark amusement. Pulling away, he let the girl slide to her feet while unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it to the floor.

Fawn gulped as she saw the blonde rake her nails down the prince’s naked back, and her throat went dry as she saw the prince’s muscular body ripple in reaction. And then they were kissing again, the prince suddenly pushing the girl against the wall, his mouth slanting open over the girl’s mouth. She saw his tongue slip inside the girl’s mouth, and she thought about Grant kissing her that way.

It had only happened once, Fawn remembered. It was prom night, and he had suddenly pulled her towards him, more aggressive than usual, and she remembered that all she could think at that time was the taste and scent of beer in his kiss and how wet his tongue was.

But then Grant had dug his hands inside her gown—-

Just like what the prince was doing now.

The prince had torn the glittering spaghetti top from the girl and, plumping one breast in his hand, he took the nipple into his mouth and began to suck.

The girl moaned and buckled against him, her hands going to the prince’s hair to clutch his head as she pushed her nipple deeper into the prince’s mouth.

Was that what Grant had wanted to do with her that night?

The girl had her eyes closed, a delirious expression on her face.“Fuck me now.”

Fawn was stunned to hear the note of desperate begging in the girl’s voice.

“Please, Reid. Fuck me.”

The prince’s chuckle made the girl shudder, and so did Fawn.

She couldn’t believe it.

Her gaze went down her body, which felt so...restlessly alive.

What was happening to her?

Fawn whirled around clumsily, no longer wanting to see anything. She covered her ears, but she could still hear them—-

The girl gasping the prince’s name out, over and over—-

The prince’s soft, low growls—-

The sound of their bodies meeting each other—-

She squeezed her eyes shut.

Think of Grant.

Grant, Grant, Grant.

And slowly, his handsome face crystallized in her mind.

Grant.

Her heartbeat started to slow down to a regular pace.

She could see it now, the way his lips would curl in a kind, teasing smile. He was that kind of guy, always smiling, always nice, always ready to help out and make people happy.

Grant.

Behind her, the girl gasped, “I’m c-coming.”

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