Page 70 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

The prince’s grin flashed in the moonlight. “Did that actually make you hesitate about which one is a better alternative?”

“No!”Yes.

The prince’s lips grazed her cheek, and she shivered under him. “While I’d love to make you come...I’m afraid that’s the one thing I can’t do tonight, parthena mou.” The prince suddenly rolled off her, leaving Fawn blinking in bemused shock. “Don’t be too disappointed, mm?”

“I’m n-not.” And she wasn’t. Her body was just aching because she was...tired. Yes, that was it. Her emotions had been all over the place, and it had taken its toll on her.

“Mm...” The prince sounded skeptical.

“I told you, I’m not.” But not wanting to let him argue the point, she changed the subject, asking, “What doesparthena moumean?”

The prince smiled in the darkness. “Care to take a guess?”

“My...something?”

“You’re half correct.”

“So...what does the other word mean?”

“It’s what I plan to take from you tomorrow night.”

She gasped. “My soul?”

The prince scowled. “Very funny.”

“Then what? It’s not like you need more money, and I don’t know what else I have that you don’t.”

“Think very carefully,” the prince advised, “and it will come to you.”

She did as asked, and after several moments, she said uncertainly, “My scholarship?”

The prince wondered how it was possible that Fawn could make him want to fuck her and laugh out loud at the same time.

He said finally, “No.” And before she could drive him crazier, he said calmly, “Parthena moumeans ‘my virgin.’”

Oh.

“But once I’ve taken your virginity, I’ll make sure to call you by another name, of course.”

OH.

Telling herself that she couldn’t let him think he could call all the shots, she said determinedly, “I w-won’t let you.”

“Really?” And in the next second, the prince had pulled her under him again, and as his weight pressed down on her, this time she also felt something else. She also felt something growing against her belly, throbbing like it had its own life.

OH.

With Fawn’s audible gulp telling him that she was now aware of his rigid erection, the prince pulled her more tightly against him, his hands cupping the sweet, tight cheeks of her bottom. Brushing his mouth against her ear, he whispered invitingly, “Shall I make the pain go away again, parthena mou?”

She whimpered.

“You want it, don’t you?” He began to rub his cock up and down against her, and the folds of her pussy started to swell.

Fawn’s teeth sank into her bottom lip. “N-no.” And she had to say that. It was the only right answer, the only thing she could say that wouldn’t make her—-

“You’re lying,” the prince said softly.

She felt the prince’s mouth move over her cheek.

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