by Thorne, Gigi
However, the pang of guilt still hits me right in the gut the moment I realize what’s going to happen.
“But what if someone comes in?” I ask as he steals a kiss.
“No one enters without my permission, and I won’t allow anyone in … or out.”
The way he says it makes my whole skin erupt into goose bumps.
The sound of his moans turns me on so much that I actually spread my legs as he pushes himself between them. With two fingers, he tugs at my nipple, making it even harder while simultaneously licking the other. I writhe with pleasure, anticipating his next move as his hands travel down my body and peel down my pants until those too are gone.
My panties follow soon … while he’s still fully dressed.
Not that I have any time to think about it because he’s got me right where he wants me. With his hand splayed on my belly, he pushes me down until my head reaches the floor while my legs are still in the water.
His face dips down between my legs.
I hold my breath. Is he really going to do what I think he’s going to do?
“Hmm … you’ve been dangling it in front of my eyes for so long,” he murmurs, “I want to have a taste of that sweet pussy now.”
His mouth settles between my legs, pressing a dirty kiss onto my skin. When I feel his tongue on my clit, I almost burst into flames.
He teases me with just the tip. Again and again, swaying back and forth, he licks me everywhere. And he does it with such a filthy grin that I feel like kissing and smacking him at the same time.
But that wouldn’t be right … he’s the fucking prince of Dakai.
I’m being licked by the prince. And fuck me, does he know how to pleasure a woman.
I moan out loud as he circles around my clit, providing just enough pressure to make me want more, but not enough to push me over the edge. His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me, and I frantically grasp for his hair, wishing I could pull him closer.
The devilish look in his eyes shows he knows I’m close. So damn close …
“Did you fantasize about me licking you like this, Maya?” he murmurs between lapping me up.
“Maybe,” I say, a smirk appearing on my face. “Or maybe not.”
“Don’t lie. I know you did the moment you laid eyes on me, and I know you dreamed of being in this tub right along with me. And I know you’ve wished for my cock to be buried deep inside you again.”
Why does he have to rub it in my face so much? Yes, I know he makes me horny. And I know I’m falling for him, but damn, he makes it so difficult. Does he want me to hate him? It’s almost as if it gets him off.
“Fuck. You,” I huff, trying not to let my face get completely red.
He sniggers and bites his lip. “I like it when you’re feisty.”
I knew it. I just know he loves to watch me get uncomfortable.
But I have no chance of fighting back, of fighting his tongue when it draws a line across my pussy. My body is helpless against the dirty tricks he’s playing with my senses.
“And I like it when you’re all wet for me,” he groans, sucking my clit. “I wanna feel you come undone, Maya.”
Before I know it, he’s pushed a finger inside me, and I gasp as he swirls it around inside. Soon, another one is added, and I just about die from delight. Everything’s coming at me all at once. The look in his eyes, the hunger, the flick of his tongue, the push of his fingers. It’s too much.
With a loud moan, I explode all over him. Shockwave after shockwave ripple through my body, making me feel as if I’m on cloud nine.
It’s been a long time since a man last made me come so good.
But I don’t even get the time to let it wash over me because he immediately gets out of the water and lifts me into his arms. I squeal as he carries me away.
“Where are we going?” I ask, still dripping with water.
“My bed,” he says with a smoking hot voice.
“But we’re completely wet!” I say as he marches toward the other room.
A devious grin spreads on his lips, which makes me all hot and bothered again. “I’ll dry you off … with my tongue.”
13
Amir
I don’t care what kind of excuses she comes up with; I’m taking her to my bed so I can fuck her brains out. I’ve waited long enough now, and I’m not interested in playing more games. I don’t give a shit if my bed gets wet; it’ll get cleaned up later. Nothing and I mean nothing’s gonna get in my way of claiming her again.
“But what about—”
I put her down on the bed and immediately silence her with a kiss. I’m not going to change my mind. I don’t care who finds out or what happens. All I know is that I want her, and that’s the only thing that matters right now.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask her, my voice gravelly, almost untamable.
She nods, biting her bottom lip. “And clean.”
“Good.” I don’t want anything between us this time. It’s gonna be skin on skin.
With my hand, I push her down until she’s flat on my bed. Her hands touch the silky sheets, caressing the fabric as though she’s imagining it’s me. I lick my lips, her body too tempting not to look at.
Then I slowly peel away the shirt she made, dropping it on the floor. Pants and underwear follow next, along with her eyes as my hard-on bounces up and down in front of her. I love the filthy sparkle in her eyes. I know she’s been thinking about what it’s like to feel me inside her … and I’m definitely gonna give it to her.
As she leans back, I crawl on top of her and bury my face in her neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Her gasps turn me on so much it makes my dick grow even harder against her thighs. I can’t stop my hands from grasping her, slithering down to her ass, cupping it, and squeezing hard.
Her moans are like music to my ears, and in a moment of pure lust, I flip her over on her belly. I hush her squeal with a few kisses to the back of her neck, and her back arches against my dick as it settles between her legs. I grasp her firmly, spreading her and pushing the tip inside. Her mouth opens wide as I plunge into her deeply, letting her feel just how badly I want her.
“Can you feel how hard you make me?” I groan into her ears as I ravage her.
She can barely keep her eyes open as I thrust into her, so I grab a fistful of her hair and pull hard, making her head tilt back so I can kiss her neck.
“Mine,” I growl into her ear.
She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, her pussy’s only getting wetter by the second. It makes it impossible for me to control myself, and I find myself thrusting harder and harder. Our bodies collide with passion; drops of sweat mixing with water as we struggle to resist our own needs. Her heat clashes with mine in equal fervor, her body trembling underneath mine as I fuck her raw. My fingers dive between her legs so I can fondle her again, wanting to feel every ounce of her explode before I do.
“Are you gonna come for me again?” I whisper into her ear.
She sucks in a breath as I bury myself deep inside her, waiting for her response. “Yes, fuck yes,” she moans.
I finger her harder while also ramming into her, and I can tell from the way her eyes roll into the back of her head that she’s close. Her pussy tightens around my dick, and I stop flicking her clit and give her butt a hard slap. The ripples that follow feel so goddamn good that I come too, howling out loud. And I fill her up to the brim with my cum.
But I’m not sated yet.
Pulling out, I flip her over again and keep rubbing my dick, wanting every last drop to land on her. I don’t know why, but I feel the incredible urge to mark her as my own, so I do.
With one hand, I hold her legs open, digging my nails into her skin while I furiously jerk myself off with the other. She’s panting, her hands firmly clenching the sheets as her orgasm subsides.
Just that look of utter pleasure in her eyes is enough to set me off again. “Fuck,” I groan, overcome by my own lust.
Another jet of
cum shoots from my cock, landing right on top of her pussy, her belly, her tits. Nothing is spared, and I keep going until her entire body is covered.
When I’m sated, I swipe my dick on her pussy and shove it back in once more for good measure. I want her to know this is mine. She belongs to me now. Every … single … inch.
Panting, I lower myself on top of her again, pressing sweet kisses to her lips. I keep going until her lips part and that beautiful smile appears again. God, I could stare at that for days and never grow tired of it.
I just love the way she looks right now—naked, curled up underneath me, right where she belongs. With me. By my side.
I don’t want her to go anywhere. I want her to stay. However long she can. Just for now. Or maybe forever. Would she? I don’t think I’ve ever felt his way about a woman. I’d normally get them dressed as quickly as possible and hurry them out the back door before my father finds out I’ve been bringing girls to the palace again. Especially ones who aren’t suitable for royalty, according to him.
But with Maya … it’s different. She’s not like the other girls. She didn’t know I was a prince, and even when she did, she wanted nothing to do with me. She doesn’t like me because I’m royalty; she likes me for me. Because we connect on a different level. Because we can’t get enough of each other.
And I think she knows that too. I can see it in her eyes as I lie on top of her, leaving gentle kisses. I know she can feel it, our hearts beating against each other … already in sync.
“Stay with me,” I whisper.
“What?” she mutters.
“You heard me,” I say with a smirk, rubbing my nose against hers.
“Wait, what? No. We can’t. I mean, I’m your designer. And you’re a … prince.” She almost swallows the last word as though she finds it hard to admit.
“So?” I reply, caressing her face. “I don’t care. I want you.”
Her cheeks glow red like a strawberry again. “You don’t mean that.”
“Why would I lie?” I say, frowning.
She pushes me off her and sits up, grasping the sheets to cover herself with. “I’m not a toy, Amir. Don’t play with my heart.”
“I’m not,” I say, crawling up too, but she moves away when I do.
“Oh God.” She buries her face between her hands. “What did we just do?”
“We had sex,” I muse, laughing a little. “And it was fucking fantastic, just like last time.”
“Great,” she says, getting up from the bed. “I gave in. Again.” She seems lost in her thoughts. “Stupid, stupid, Maya.”
“Hey,” I say, following her, “don’t say that.”
When I try to grab her, she spins on her heels. “No, you don’t understand. I don’t want to be just another one of your conquests.”
“You’re not.”
“How many have you brought in before?”
“Why do you wanna know?”
“I don’t,” she says, shaking her head. “Never mind. The point is, I never wanted to be one of them.”
“You’re not.” I grab her hand. “You’re special to me.”
She rolls her eyes. “You probably say that to all of them.”
“No, they’d be escorted out of here by now.” Shit. That came out wrong.
She sighs. “Really?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t mean it like that. What I mean is …” I pull her back toward the bed with both hands. “I like you. More than just any girl.”
I place her down on the bed, and the sheets slowly drop back onto the bed too. The way she sucks on her bottom lip makes me want to kiss her again. But I know she’d probably avert her eyes if I did. She doesn’t succumb to my wishes. Doesn’t even care that I’m a prince. Maybe that’s why I like her so much. She has a mind of her own, dreams, desires, and a whole business of her own.
She doesn’t need me. That’s why I’m so attracted to her.
And why she’s so attracted to me … Because as we’re sitting here on my soaked bed, completely naked, that spark between us is undeniable. So with my thumb and index finger, I reach for her face and kiss her again.
Right when someone barges into the room.
Her eyes burst open, and I release her chin from my grasp.
She squeals and covers herself with my sheets while my eyes draw toward the door in rage.
It’s my father.
14
Amir
“What is the meaning of this?!” My father’s voice echoes through the rooms. I didn’t close the bedroom door. He can see us right from where he’s standing near the door. And we’re both completely naked.
Fuck.
I get up, shielding her from his attack. “Don’t,” I say, holding up my hand as he barges toward us.
“I told you not to bring those girls to the palace anymore!” he rages. “How dare you!”
“I’m a grown man, and I can do what I want,” I reply, angry that the guards let him in even though I told them no one could disturb me—except Maya, of course. But apparently, they don’t listen to my authority when my father intrudes. Goddammit.
“This is my palace. You may be a prince, but I’m still your father,” he says, shoving his finger against my chest. “You should know better than to toy with random girls you picked off the street.”
“She’s not a random girl,” I spit back. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
He cocks his head slightly, peeking over my shoulder. His eyes narrow. “Her …”
“Don’t bring her into this,” I say with a stern voice. “She has nothing to do with this.”
“Then why is she sitting here naked on your bed, which is completely soaked?”
“It’s my fault that it’s wet. I fell into the bathtub and didn’t dry off. Don’t be angry with her, please.” I position myself between her and him so he can’t reach her.
“It’s my choice. I brought her here.”
“Isn’t she your designer?” he growls.
I’m biting the inside of my cheeks to restrain myself. “Yes. And she has every right to be here.”
“So now you’re screwing the workers too?” he scoffs, laughing. “Amir, you need to stop playing around. This is no time to hook up with foreign girls.”
“She isn’t just a foreign girl. She’s not just any girl to me, Father,” I say. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, I like her. A lot.”
“She is a foreigner. A commoner,” he hisses, laying his gaze on her again. “You … I should have you thrown in jail.”
“NO!” I growl back, pushing him away when he tries to get close.
She immediately bolts, still holding the sheets. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she mutters, grabbing her clothes. “This was a mistake.”
“Maya, don’t go,” I say, walking up to her, completely ignoring my dad shouting at me from behind. “Stay, please.”
“I can’t,” she says, shaking her head, tears welling up in her eyes.
I know he hurt her. No, I hurt her. It’s because of me that she’s in this position. I seduced her. Pulled her into my bed. Stripped her naked. And now my father found us … It’s all my fault. My burden to carry.
“I’m sorry,” I say, sighing as I grab her hand. “Please, let me make it up—”
“I … I …” Her eyes shift back and forth between mine and my father’s, and then she pulls her hand away. “I’m sorry, Amir.”
And then she bolts through the doors, carrying all her stuff except the beautiful clothes she made for me.
15
Maya
Covered in tears and water, I clean myself up in the bathroom and put on my clothes before making a quick exit. I’m mortified of the people looking at me as if they’re seeing a ghost. I know I look ridiculous, but at this point, I just want to get out of here fast. Screw looking decent. Screw saying goodbye. I’m out of here, and I don’t ever wanna see this palace again.
As I make my way back to the hotel, the tears sta
rt to pour down my cheeks. I’m unable to keep them at bay, and I don’t know why. Part of me is still in shock, I guess. That’s what happens when the king finds you naked in bed with his son.
God, just thinking about it makes my whole face glow hot again.
I can’t believe I let him seduce me like that again. Am I really that easy? Or does my heart really have a weakness for him?
I swallow away the lump in my throat when I think of his handsome face, telling myself I have to put it away and never think about it again. It was a one-time thing. Okay, a two-time thing, but it’s never going to happen again. I’m never going to see him again.
I’m leaving, and that’s that.
What’s done is done. I can’t change the past, but at least I can stop myself from hurting further.
So when I finally get back to my room, I quickly pack my bags and book a flight back home. I know it’s only for the best. After all, if I don’t leave by choice, who knows what could happen. His father might have me thrown in jail. I don’t even wanna think about that option, so I’d better act fast and get out of here while I still can.
It doesn’t take me long to get to the airport. I left the workshop and everything else as it was. I didn’t bring anything other than what I came here with. I don’t even care about the payment right now; I just want to get out of here.
So I get on the plane, determined not to let my heart cloud my judgment ever again. I knew it was a mistake to kiss him. I should’ve stopped myself before we went too far. Now I’m having to sit down on a seat feeling completely gutted.
God, why does it feel like I’m leaving my heart behind?
16
Amir
I spend an hour locked away in my room.
I don’t want to speak to anyone. I don’t want to see anyone. I just want to be left alone.
However, I can’t stop fuming and pacing around my room, thinking of all the ways I could’ve done better, how I could’ve stopped her from leaving, how I could’ve … everything!