Page 67 of Broken Prince

I raised my arm, reaching behind me and wrapping my arm behind his neck as I parted my legs slightly, inviting him to touch me like we both wanted to.

“Cassie…” His tone was a warning but I didn’t care. I was drunk on him and I wanted more even if we had no future, no chance—even if tomorrow didn’t come, I wanted him. I had the right to be selfish for once.

I tilted back my hip a little, pressing on his hardening cock.

He growled again as his fingers slid under the hem of my underwear to brush against my heated core, the statement on how aroused he made me, how much I wanted him.

I spread my legs a little more, not caring if it made me needy and wanton—I just wanted his fingers on me, in me, releasing the overwhelming pressure that had settled in my lower belly.

“You’re soaked,” he whispered against my ear before nipping my earlobe hard enough to send a little zing of pain which strangely enough only increased my pleasure as he brushed his fingers against my slit.

“Always for you,” I admitted and it was the truth. I’d touched myself thinking of him more times than not.

He pressed his thumb against my clit as he slid his middle finger inside of me. I gasped and squeezed around his finger.

He hissed, pressing his now fully erect cock against my back. “You’re so tight…”

“Luca…” I whispered in a lustful breath.

I closed my eyes, leaning more heavily against him as he thrust a second finger inside me, making me feel so full. He pressed his palm against my clit as he pumped his fingers inside of me faster, harder. I felt myself coming as I never came before and when my orgasm hit, it felt like falling off a cliff. I forgot the people dancing and talking just below me; I forgot the responsibilities, the impossibility of my relationship with Luca—I even forgot my name.

Luca locked his lips on mine and kissed me deeply, muffling the scream caused by my earth-shattering orgasm.

I felt like my legs were made of Jell-O and I was grateful that Luca had one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me up.

I opened my eyes just in time to see him bring his two fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

His eyes darkened even more as he slid his fingers out of his mouth. “You taste good enough to eat,” he whispered appreciatively before licking his bottom lip.

“Why don’t you then?” I couldn't believe how brazen I sounded and yet I wanted him.

“Cassie, if we go now.” He shook his head. “There won’t be any turning back.”

“I don’t want any turning back.”

He kissed me again, much more softly than before. “Let’s go then.”

He took my hand and took me back downstairs and I followed him in a post-orgasmic daze.

Luca stopped just as we excited the secret panel, pulling me behind him.

“I told you to go and check the kitchen; are you that stupid, little brother?” I heard a man spat.

I peeked over his shoulder to see a big man in a jester mask hover menacingly over a smaller, painfully thin man.

“No S-s-s-avio, I j-j-just—”

“I don’t have seven hours to waste on a fucking reply. Do what you’re asked,stupido.”

“Basta!” Luca barked.

The two men turned at once. The smaller one smiled, the big one glared.

“Gianluca, I didn’t know you’d be there.”

“How would you, Saviolino? My invitation must have been lost in the mail,” he added with a strong voice, standing even taller.

“Enjoying the party?”

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