Page 126 of Bitter Prince
The next thrust had me forgetting everything but my greed for pleasure. He took my hands and placed them next to my body.
“Lean back and hold on.” The V-shaped space between us gave us a clear view of his cock sliding in and out of my folds. “Your pussy is strangling my cock,” he grunted. “Mmm. You feel like heaven to my hell.”
His fucked me fast and hard, making my body burn. He watched my breasts bounce with a maddening look in his eyes. Sweat rolled down my skin. Despite the orgasm I’d just had, after a few thrusts, pleasure started to build again. Stronger, pushing my moans from my lips and echoing in the air.
My skin was sweaty, flushed, and my body molded into his, welcoming his every thrust.
“You’ll always be mine.” The dark, possessive tone of his voice sent a thrill through me as he pounded into me, stoking the pleasure until I wasn’t sure where he ended and I began. His rhythm was more intense this time, almost as if he worried we’d never have this again.
My legs still hooked around him, his penetration was deep, hitting that sweet spot.
His one hand came around my throat and my eyes flickered to his. The movement made me feel vulnerable, leaving me completely at his mercy. Yet the look in his eyes told me he’d never hurt me. The combination was otherworldly.
“Is this okay?” I nodded. He leaned in and took my lips for a messy, wet kiss. “Good girl.”
Then he devoured me alive. Our bodies molded to each other. My ass jolted across the marble counter at the intensity of his thrusts. The sting of pain and pleasure mixed together until ecstasy rushed through me at once.
I screamed. His grip on my throat tightened. “Look at me.”
Through heavy eyelids, I watched him as he fucked me through my orgasm. He went deeper, pulling out almost completely only to ram back in again and again. He fucked me on and on, driving into me like a man possessed.
My thighs were sticky with my arousal and his grip on my throat held me in place until another orgasm gathered in my core and exploded through me.
“That’s it,” Amon growled, pounding harder for a few strokes and then spilling inside me. I shuddered while his cock twitched between my walls. “Mine.”
“Yours.”
50
AMON
The doorbell rang and I rushed to answer it.
Thirty minutes had passed since Reina left to collect her things from her apartment and check in with the girls. I wanted to walk her home, but she insisted I didn’t. So I settled for the next best thing. With the same guy still tailing her, she stayed on the phone with me all the way until she entered her apartment.
“Don’t be long, cinnamon girl,” I teased, missing her already.
Her soft laugh traveled through the phone. “I won’t be. Maybe we can do Japanese for dinner again. I’ll even let you put some sushi rolls on my naked body.” My cock hardened at the image her words created. “But first, I have to deal with the girls.”
I liked that they were so protective over her, but it was unfounded. I’d wrap Reina in my bubble and never let her go if it meant keeping her safe. Everything and everyone else be damned.
The doorbell rang again and I cursed silently. Daydreaming about Reina, I forgot it had rung. I opened it fully expecting to see blonde curls and blue eyes standing there, even though I knew exactly where she was.
Instead, I found my mother, standing at my doorway in her light pink kimono and her hands folded in front of her. She looked like a picture of grace and calm, but her knuckles gave her away. She clenched them so tight they turned white.
“Mamma.” I bent my head and kissed her offered cheek. “I didn’t realize you were back in Paris.” She entered my flat. My eyes flicked behind her to where Hiroshi stood. The entire top floor of the building belonged to me, so there was no chance he was here for anyone else. Not that he associated with many outsiders. “You too?”
He looked grim. Fuck, I really wasn’t in the mood for this today. “May we come in,musuko?” Whenever she called me son in Japanese, an alert shot up my spine.
I opened the door wider and my mom entered. I waited for Hiroshi to follow, but he gave me a terse shake of his head. Great. I couldn’t wait to hear what this was about.
I shut the door and met my mother’s eyes. “What’s going on?”
“You and the Romero girl.”
It was jarring to see my mother so undiplomatic. It was more in her nature to beat around the bush delicately.
“What about it?” I asked, my tone sharper than it should be.
