The thought sent my head reeling, and suddenly as his hands tightened on my ass and his cock thrust wetly over my clit once more, I came again.
I cried out, moaning for more as he groaned loudly and started pounding into me again and again. I could feel him tense suddenly, his groan falling from his lips as he pulled back and thrust his slippery, sticky cock up between the globes of my ass. He roared my name, and suddenly, I felt that thick cock of his pulse against my ass. His hot cum came spurting out — gushing over my skin as he pumped his cock between the cheeks of my ass. It ran in sticky rivers down my ass, over my little asshole, and dripped down my quivering pussy. Little dribbles ran down my thighs as I gasped for air, the whole world spinning.
His hands slid up my sides and wrapped around my waist, pulling me tightly against his body.
“Imogen,” he whispered in my ear.
I smiled, blushing like a total dork as his powerful arms went around me.
“I know you don’t believe me yet,” he husked into my ear. “But you will be my bride.”
“Magnus, I—”
“I know you don’t believe me, and I know you think this is me living up to my reputation. But I’m going to show you how wrong you are,” he said with fire in his voice. “I’m done with all that. That all was me not knowing who I was. That was me before I met you,” he groaned, kissing my neck.
“I will make you my bride,” he growled. His hands snaked down and pulled my panties up my quivering legs, pulling them tight against the sticky mess still dripping between my legs.
“I’ll take your hand as my queen,” he whispered. “And then?” His teeth grazed my neck, making me gasp as my head spun.
“And then I’ll take the rest of you.”
Chapter 8
Imogen
Imogen
Magnus left the bathroom first, leaving me alone with my roaring thoughts.
What had I just done? I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe that the girl in this room with him had been me.
And suddenly, I felt like an idiot. I’d been caught up in his words. Him, the infamous womanizer. I’d walked right into his stupid web and let him do those things to me.
Wonderful, amazing, body-quaking things, but still. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for his crap. All I could think about was the tabloid scandals involving him, and here I was, one more notch on his bedpost.
God, at least I hadn’t given him everything like some stupid little naive virgin.
I tried to compose myself, fixing my hair in the mirror, smoothing my dress, and trying to ignore the naughty, sticky heat still soaking my panties between my legs. I took a quick breath. I had to get back out there before my absence was missed, enjoy the rest of this stupid ball, and then figure out how to make sure I’d never see that asshole again.
I unlocked the door, straightened my dress, and stepped out—
Right into my older sister.
“Ilana!”
She gasped jumping a foot back — just as shocked to see me as I was her.
“Im!”
Her crazy long, gorgeous blonde hair — up in an elaborate style before the dance, was now half hanging down, mostly just piled up in a loose bun now, though still tumbling over her shoulders.
Her lipstick was smudged, and there were noticeable bruises on her neck.
My eyes went wide.
“Oh my God! I hissed, what did you just—”
“Me?”
She raised a brow at me, her cheeks flushed bright red.
“You’re missing a tie on the top of that gown, sis.”
I felt my face go hot as I quickly glanced down and tied the last little bow on the front of my dress.
“And who might you have been with?”
“No one,” I said quickly.
“You just half took your dress off and decided to mess up your hairstyle and makeup, huh?”
“Well looks who’s talking!”
We glared at each other, before slowly, we both started to grin.
“Who?” she said eagerly, suddenly stepping into me and grabbing my arm, grinning.
I shook my head. No way was I going to tell her.
“Oh c’mon!”
“You first,” I whispered.
She shook her head. “I can’t.”
“This is silly, we should just say it.”
Ilana bit her lip, her eyes nervously searching my face. “No judging?”
“Of course not!”
Please don’t judge me for fooling around with the biggest man-whore in the kingdoms.
“Count of three?”
I shivered, taking a breath and nodding. “Okay.”
We counted together out loud. “One, two, three!”
“Prince Magnus.”
My sister’s eyes went wide. “Imogen!”
My jaw dropped. “Did you seriously not just say who!?”
She dropped her eyes.
“Ilana! That is so fucking not fair!”
“I know, I know, I’m sorry!” She cringed. “It’s so much worse though, trust me.”
“Worse than hooking up with Prince Magnus?”
Her eyes flew back to mine. “Did you, I mean, did you let him—”