Page 22 of Rogue Alpha Prince

“You have to moan. I said I’ll take you on this table, so you better act like it’s the best sex of your life, or I won’t help you ever again.”

Chapter 8 – A REPUTATION TO UPHOLD

Cain’s Point Of View

My Little Wolf Princess, whose name I still don’t know, stands up, so I follow her lead.

She steps back, immediately hitting the table with the back of her upper thighs. A few glasses of wine stumble, and one of them tips over, spilling red liquid all over the white cloth. Whatever, I plan to throw out all of that stuff soon anyway.

“You have to moan,” I repeat, putting my hands on the table on both of her sides, caging her in, leaning down, face to face.

She looks at me with wide-opened, panicked grey eyes, truly silent for the first time since we met yesterday morning—as if she doesn’t know how to do what I asked for.

Of course, she doesn’t.

I knew she was a fucking virgin. Liar. I could smell it on her from the beginning.

But I have a reputation to uphold, so fuck it, I’ll make her moan if I have to.

“What are you doing?” She finally finds her voice when I lift her by her waist with one arm while pushing food off the table with the other. I put her on it roughly.

She shrieks when I push her back on the cleared surface.

I glance at her with an unamused look and get to work by grabbing her hips to scoot her ass closer to the edge so I can have better access. This time, I am the one who kneels before her.

I’venever kneeled like this before anyone. I’m a future King, and we don’t kneel in front of anyone. Lean over on the bed? Sure. But straight up kneeling on the floor? Fuck.

I can hear her heavy breath, but I ignore it and roughly jerk her thighs open wide. She clutches her skirt down, but I yank it back over her toned stomach.

“Relax, I won’t take you. We’ll just help you put on a show so no one becomes suspicious.” She stares at me and nods slightly. “Remember that publicly, you are supposed to listen to me no matter what.”

“Mhm,” she manages to say, and I don’t pester her for addressing me properly this time.

I hook my finger in her slightly wet panties. I smirk knowing I get her all worked up even when she’s afraid of me.

I knew she’d be easy the moment she couldn’t dart her eyes off me at the meeting.

I lean forward and put her panties to the side. I lazily lick her slit from her entrance to her clit, where I start to make little circles—feeling for the amount of pressure she will like.

“Mmmm,” she moans delicately, the same way as when she was kissing me in the bathtub this morning.

“Yes, just like that, but louder,” I instruct her while bringing my fingers for help.

I put one into her tight pussy and slowly move it inside and out. She starts to moan louder and louder, clearly improving her acting skills with every passing second.

I add another finger and wonder if I will be able to tell when she comes undone for real. And she will. Now, I’m determined to make her.

I suck her clit with my fingers still inside and look up at her. So flushed and panting and moaning, this time definitely for real. The most beautiful sight there is.

Soon, I no longer have to wonder. I feel it. Her muscles spasm, clenching on my fingers, her back arching over the table, her brows furrow with an agony of pleasure.

I ignore the painful throbbing of my cock because I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much I enjoyed that show of hers. Plus, I still want her to beg first. I have a game to win.

I yank her back up by her hands and laugh with satisfaction when I see how mad she is. At me or herself, who knows, but she’s seething.

“Come on, Princess, we have to let people finish their meals.”

I can see her looking at the mess we made with a sudden shame, which makes me angry. She can be mad, but I don’t want her to beashamedof being with me. I take her hand and lead her out. People cheer when we navigate the crowd, almost as loud as at our wedding. Oh, they heard her, they heard her just fine.

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