He turned back, his eyes burning fire right into mine. “I’m a prince. I’m bad at doing what people tell me to do.”
“I— I have a boyfriend.”
“Do you now. Chester the molester out there?”
I bit my lip to stop from laughing, but then I was gasping as he moved even closer.
“Yes, him,” I said quickly.
“I don’t think Chester would know what to do with you.”
“Oh and you would?”
“Yes, I would,” he said evenly. “Tell me this, Princess. What’s got you soaking wet right now — Chester or thinking of me and that night in the hotel?”
My jaw dropped. “I am not — oh my God you are—”
“I think you are.”
I whirled on him, my chest rising and falling quickly. “You’re disgusting.”
“Doesn’t change how dripping wet that pussy is for me.”
He grinned as my face grew even darker. “Admit it, princess,” he growled, moving closer. “You’ve been thinking of me ever since that night.”
I shook my head.
“Don't lie.”
“I have not—”
“I have,” he husked, his eyes fierce. “And I haven’t stopped thinking of you since that night. You’re all I can fucking think about.”
He moved closer, his hands going to each side of me against the mirror. I bit my lip, looking into his gorgeous face.
“You’re in deep, and I can’t figure out how to get you out. And I know you feel the same.”
My heart pounded, my body shivering at his nearness.
He was right.
I hated that he was, but he was right. I hadn’t stopped thinking about this crude, cocky man for weeks now. I’d craved his touch, and I‘d wanted nothing more than to relive that night and do it differently. And here I was locked in a bathroom with him, the promise of that chance lingering on his lips.
“I—” I panted. “Chester—”
“Forget Chester,” he growled. “I promise you, Chester does not know what you want, and what you need.”
“And you do?”
“Damn right I do,” he husked, and I whimpered out loud.
He moved against me, his hand coming up to tease over my hip. I whimpered again.
“Tell me to walk away, and I’ll leave you alone, for good. I’ll leave you to your Chester and the boring life you could have with that asshole. But if you don’t tell me to walk away...” He moved his mouth close to my ear, his breath teasing over my neck and making me moan.
“If you don’t, then I promise I’m going to make you all mine.”
“You’re just trying to get into my panties,” I managed to hiss back.
He grinned. “Sweetheart, I’ve already been in your panties.”
My eyes went wide.
“You left three pairs of them in your hotel when you ran off.”
My jaw dropped. “What do you—”
“And damn did they feel good wrapped around my big cock,” he growled lowly.
I moaned, loudly. It was so filthy and so wrong and so bad thinking of this man masturbating with my panties. And I knew all that, but I couldn’t ignore the other part. I couldn’t ignore the part that imagined this gorgeous, dirty-sexy man wrapping my panties around his thick, throbbing cock and stroking it up and down with them.
God I was so wet thinking about it.
“The panties felt good, but I want what’s underneath.”
I moaned as he moved into me, his body pressing me against the glass behind me. His hands started to pull up my dress, over my knees, bunching it higher.
“Better tell me to stop, Princess,” he groaned. “Or there’ll be no stopping—”
I broke.
It was like him teasing me with the idea of stopping was enough to push me over the edge. The heat, and the wetness between my legs, and the naked desire for this man became too much, and before I could think about it or rationalize it, I opened my mouth and the words came out.
“Please don’t stop.”
Magnus froze for one second, before suddenly, with a fierce growl, his hand slipped up into my hair, cupping my jaw as he hungrily brought his lips crashing against mine.
Chapter 6
Magnus
My cock throbbed and pulsed as I kissed her, twitching in my pants and pressing so hard into her I know she felt it. Her lips were everything I wanted them to be and more — soft, sensual, perfect. She tasted like sweetness and sin, and I groaned as my tongue demanded entrance.
She whimpered as I kissed her hard, my hand tightening on her jaw and the other pulling her tight against me by the hip. I ground into her, letting her feel my entire fucking length pressing against her body, loving the way she moaned and squirmed against me.
There was no stopping this now. Sweet, untouched, virginal Princess Imogen Morningstar would be mine, tonight.
I broke the kiss, moving down to her neck and making her gasp as I bit and sucked the skin there. Her hands clawed at my arms, and I groaned as I bought my hands away from her just enough to shrug my jacket off and toss it away. My hand moved back to her, stroking up her sides and then down to her hips. I started to bunch the dress up again, groaning into her moans as I kissed her fiercely.