Page 5 of Cheeky Prince
Forcing my eyes open, I fight my tears as I lock eyes with his. “Yes,” I cry out. “I’m a twenty-three-year-old virgin! Are you happy now?” I’m yelling. I’m crying. His fingers are still inside me, unmoving, and I’m pretty sure this is all over before we even got started.
“A virgin,” he repeats, staring into my eyes with a mixture of shock and intrigue. “Am I the first to touch you this way?” He thrusts his fingers back and forth, and somehow my eyes are rolling, and I’m right back in the thick of it.Holy shit.
“Yes,” I cry. “No one has ever wanted me.”
“So, you came here to give yourself to a stranger? Just like that?”
My eyes fly open again, and I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting this. “I…” I can’t get the words out when his fingers are working me the way they are. I’m caught between the desire to grab his wrist and ride him hard, and the urge to shove him away.
“Answer me,” he demands, and I let a tear fall as desire wins, and I grab his wrist.
“I don’t know what I thought,” I force out, exhausted and needy. “Just don’t stop. Please don’t send me away.”
“No.” Something in his eyes flashes as his other hand comes up to grab the side of my head. “You came here to give me your virgin cunt, and I’m going totakeit,” he says just as his lips take mine in a searing hard kiss. His tongue pushes into my mouth, demanding entry, and I open for him, giving him everything he wants. The hand between my legs strokes back and forth, fingering my depths with furious intention. I squeeze tight around him, and I feel it coming, that thing I’ve been chasing. And when he uses his thumb to circle around my clit, the simple touch sends me over the edge.
I moan into his mouth as my body quakes, my orgasm pouring from me and drenching his hand as he continues to pump into me. As the waves subside, his tongue slows, his kiss becoming gentle, loving even.
When he pulls back, he tugs at my panties and pulls them down my legs. “You won’t be needing these.” He stuffs them in his pocket before he steps back and allows his eyes to travel down my half-naked body. “In the next room, you’ll find all you need to take a shower. Clean up, then lie on the bed, naked with your knees apart. I want my meal clean before I get it all dirty again.” He lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks off my juices, closing his eyes like it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
I press my teeth into my bottom lip.What the hell is happening here?Most guys run for the hills when they find out I’m a virgin. It makes them think I want to get married and have all their babies or something. As if hearing my thoughts, he elaborates.
“A virgin is a precious flower,mon petit chou.I intend to spend the night claiming it. And depending on how I feel in the morning, I may need tomorrow night too.” He pulls the zipper down on his pants, taking his cock in his hand and sheathing it with my remaining juices. I let out a squeak. This is way over the top, but I’m living every moment. In fact, at the sight of his mammoth cock, I even lick my lips…What is coming over me?
Dominic
The moment I hear the shower turn on, I release a heavy breath.A virgin? Stefan sent me a fucking virgin?What the hell is wrong with him? Why would he do that? Hell, why wouldshedo that? Why would someone give their precious gift to some guy whose cousin paid her for the privilege?
“Fuck.”
Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s fucking hot that no one’s touched this girl except for me. But at the same time, I feel incredibly responsible for her. This is a gift, anhonor, and there’s something about her that has all of my protective instincts going wild. I need to know more about her. I need to understand how this happened.
Grabbing my phone from where I threw it on the couch, I dial Stefan looking for answers. It rings out twice, so I leave a voicemail along the lines of ‘What the hell were you thinking?’ for him to find when he finally checks in.
After that, I’m at a bit of a loss. I turn in a circle and rake my hands through my hair, wondering what I do next. I want this girl. I want her so much my dick aches with need. But at the same time, I don’t want to take advantage. Well, any more than I already have. While I should have stopped the moment I found out about her innocence, something about the fear in her eyes spurred me on. It was as if she was begging me not to turn her away. And what kind of man could turn away a girl so pure, so in need?
I spend most of my time rescuing entire countries from themselves, as if I could ignore a beautiful girl who just wanted me to finish her off.
Remembering the way she came all over my hand has me running the tips of my fingers over the painful swelling of my cock. I need to be inside that girl right now. I want to break past her barrier and make her bleed, and I want to fill her womb with my seed so that no other man can ever call her his. I want her bound to me. I want her kept by me. I want to own her body and soul.
The insanity of the thought doesn’t escape me. Barely an hour has passed since I met the girl. But one look at Jill,one taste,and I know without a doubt that she’s the one I’ve been waiting for. I’ve found my princess.
Cassaco is quite liberal with its views on marriage between the royal family and those outside the royal bloodline. My own father married for love.
Love.
I can’t even pretend that’s what this is without knowing more about Jill besides her name and the fact she’s a virgin. Something inside me knows, but my family won’t care about that magnet in the center of my chest. She’s not even Cassaco-born. They’ll have questions. They’ll want answers.
Biting at my lip, my eyes land on the bag Jill came here with.Maybe I just make sure she is who she says she is…
Moving to her bag, I kneel beside it, listening to make sure the shower is still running in the ensuite bathroom. When I’m sure it is, I take hold of the zip and pull it along the track. There’s way more stuff in here than what one would need for a single night. I expected lingerie and maybe some adult toys. But there are actualclothesin here.Where is she going? Does she even have anywhere to go?Finding her passport, I pull my phone out again and dial the number for my security advisor.
“Sire,” he says as soon as we connect.
“Fernand. I have someone I need you to look into.”
“Certainly, sire. What do you need?”
“Everything. I want to know everything.”
