Page 7 of Princess Redeemed
It’s all manufactured by my father.
And why?
Only he can answer that question, and he’s back in the ether, safe in his bunker while his minions fight his battles for him.
“What do you mean no?”Rogan narrows his eyes.“You’re mine, Hannah.”
“It’s not real, Rogan,” I say.“None of it is real.”
“Shut the fuck up!”His mouth comes down on mine again.
The door to the closet isn’t quite closed.Anyone could wander by, hear our moans and grunts.But I don’t care.
In this moment, I don’t care that everything between Rogan and me is fabricated, forged, fake.
I can’t help myself.
I succumb to it.To the fake feelings between us.
I succumb…
Just this once.
One more time, and then I’ll find my strength.I’ll find myself.
I’ll be able to let go.
If I just have Rogan one more time…
I melt into him and revel as his strong hands move the straps of my tank top off my shoulders.
God, his touch…
It scorches me, sets me on fire between my legs.
How?How did my father manage this?
How could he?—
Words cease, then.No more thoughts of my father, of his treachery.
Of his fucking lies.
Only Rogan.
Rogan and me.
I lose myself in the kiss, as I’ve done so many times before.
No more Hannah.
Only the kiss.
Only the two of us…together.
He cups my breasts, thumbs my nipples, and I moan into his mouth, my legs turning to jelly.
His tongue tangles with mine, and when he finally pulls back to suck in a breath, he squeezes my tits.“Fuck, princess,” he growls.“Have to have you.Have to have younow.”
