Page 69 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Five minutes later, and Paula had successfully dragged Fawn into the prince’s room.

The prince, seated elegantly on the settee next to the window while sipping a glass of red wine, looked up as Fawn stumbled into his room.

“Thank you for doing such a great job, Paula,” said the house’s biggest and most evil bully. “As promised, you will get your bonus tomorrow.”

Hearing that, Fawn mouthed furiously at Paula,Traitor.First Igor, and now Paula. Was no one in this house on her side?

Paula blew her a kiss, mouthing,Money talks, signorina.Then she turned to the prince and bowed. “Thank you, sir.”

The door closed behind Paula, leaving Fawn alone with the prince.

She waited for the prince to speak, but he didn’t, and the silence in the room was only interrupted by the sound of rustling clothes—-

Her head jerked up, and to her shock, she found the prince actually pulling his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted chest inch by inch.

Her throat dried.

She had seen the prince bare-chested more than a few times, but even so she didn’t think she could ever get used to the sight of it. He was just so magnificently sexy, it was hard to breathe when seeing all those tight, whipped muscles—-

The prince’s lips curved in a grin. “You can also touch, you know.”

A squeak of embarrassment escaped her as she realized that the prince knew she had been staring the whole time. “I wasn’t—-what are you p-planning?” She tried not to panic as the prince started walking straight at her, an alarmingly dangerous glint in his green eyes.

The prince was just a few feet away now.

I’m not going to let him think he’s scaring me—-

The prince was just a foot away now.

Who cares if he knows the truth?

She was scared!

Fawn whirled around to run away, but it was too late, and she heard the prince release a low, dark chuckle just as he swept her up in his arms.

“Put me down—-”

And he did, but on his bed, and then he was joining her. She tried to roll away, but again the prince proved too fast. He moved on top of her, and she froze at suddenly having the hard, hot weight of the prince’s body pressing down on her.

The prince calmly reached for the switch next to the bed, and the incandescent light coming from the wall sconces went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Was this really happening?It seemed like she was fated to ask this question over and over, but—-

Was it really happening?

Was she actually sharing the same bed with the prince?

“Nervous?”

She could hear the smirk in the prince’s tone, and if she weren’t so nervous, she would have thumped him for it.Of course she was nervous.She was in his bed, and he was on top of her. She had just seen her boyfriend doing another girl, and an hour later she had let another man make her come—-

“You’re overthinking again,” the prince chided gently.

“I can’t help it.”

“You should try harder,” the prince purred, “if you don’t want me to make you come again.”

“Um.” Her voice came out all strangled.

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