Page 44 of Court of Rivals
He leaps toward me, but I’m ready for it, jumping to the side. The circle of men push him back towards me, but every time he gets close, I manage to escape him. He’s breathing hard, looking frustrated. But I know the smartest thing I can do is to stay out of his reach. I know how to take down men bigger and stronger than me, but it’d be better to tire him out first.
“You going to keep running away?” He says between rapid breaths.
“I already seem to be tiring you out.” I smirk, but never take my eyes off of him.
One of the men gets pushed forward into the circle. He falls onto his knees, then scrambles back. Unfortunately for me, his presence is just enough to distract me for a half a second. Just enough time for Prince Lucien to leap forward at me.
I turn, but he gets me in his grip. Unfortunately for him, I’ve wrestled with my brothers about a thousand times, so every time he thinks he has me pinned, I wiggle my way out of his grip. Before long, he’s sweating and swearing, his frustration palpable. I just wish he’d give me a tiny bit of breathing room. I have all kinds of moves that could take him down, if I could just get that space.
And then, he knocks me to the ground on my knees. He’s behind me, trying to get a hold of me, but I’m shifting andmoving every time he thinks he has a grip on me, before finally making it back to my feet. Suddenly, I feel him behind me, hard as fuck, his dick rubbing against my ass.
“Is this turning you on?” I ask, only belatedly realizing how loud I’d been.
Laughter starts around the circle, and Prince Lucien’s movements become angrier. Rougher. I keep shifting and squirming to avoid him pinning me down, but his erection is there. Ever present. Rubbing against my ass. Proof that this prince sees me as more than just competition.
“Are you sure you’re trying to beat me? Or fuck me?” I shout over my shoulder.
More laughter. Their teasing fills the air, and Lucien stops moving behind me, breathing hard. “You want to play dirty, Cock Sucker? I can play dirty.”
I feel him tug at the back of my neck and only have a second to realize what’s happening before my top falls down, and my breasts come free. The laughter dies, but I just stay frozen. Unsure of what to do. Shocked.
“Cover yourself up,” he says, “and admit defeat.”
That’s what I should do. Shouldn’t I?And yet, I can’t imagine just admitting defeat.
I grit my teeth, trying to escape him. “No.”
Anger laces his words. “Why are you sostubborn?”
He continues to grapple with me, and I keep slipping out of his hold. Fully aware of the fact that I’m topless. Fully aware that I’m exposing myself to a room full of men that I hate.
“Cover yourself up,” he orders again.
“Fuck you!”
“You know,” he’s huffing and puffing, “it’s actually hard not to touch you,them, when you’re like this. This is hand-to-hand combat.”
“Don’t be prissy on my account,” I taunt, an image of him touching my breasts in my mind. An image that doesn’t entirely bother me.
He knocks me forward, so I’m on the ground. I manage to roll around, and he climbs on top of me, trying to pin my arms above my head. I squirm and fight him as the men go wild.
“You’refullyexposed. Do you knowthat? Isn’t thathumiliating?” He taunts.
Tears of frustration prick my eyes, but we continue to wrestle and fight. Heat rolling between us. His hard erection between my thighs, his face rubbing my breasts, whether intentionally or not, I don’t know. He finally manages to pin me down by my wrists and fully climb on top of me. We’re both breathing hard as he, and all the men in our circle, stare down at me completely topless.
“Now, what should I do with my little Cock Sucker?” he asks, Leaning over me he whispers, “Just admit defeat. Come on.Admit it.”
“What the fuck?”
I jerk my head to see Prince Gareth pushing his way through the circle of men. His gaze slides from my face to my exposed breasts and he strides forward and punches Prince Lucien in the face. The other man goes down like a log. Then, he pulls up my top, picks me up, and tosses me over his shoulder.
The men are booing him, but he doesn’t seem to care. He rushes past everyone in the practice yard, then heads back into the hallways. Weaving down the hallways, I lie against his back, my head spinning. All of this feeling like a bad dream. I don’t even know where he’s heading when he suddenly stops at my door and drops me off his back. My top falls down, and he takes half a second to stare, before he pulls it back up.
I blink, in shock.How did all that happen? It happened so fast…
Clenching the straps of my top in his hand, he closes the space between us. “Don’t ever do something like that again. Your body is not just something to show off to a bunch of horny men.”
I’m breathing hard, maybe because of what just happened, maybe because of his nearness, I don’t know. “Do you think I wanted that to happen? Prince Lucien did it.”
