Don’t get your hopes up, Princess. It’s not what you think.
“If you ever get tired of dealing with this douchebag—” he nodded in my direction, “—and need someone to show you around, let me know.” Which was code for: If you finally get desperate enough to call me, I’ll fuck you.
I knew Leo. I knew how he operated. One minute, he was all smiles and charm, and the next minute, he had you on your knees telling you what a good little slut you were.
Anniston half-smiled at his comment.
“She smiles,” Leo said, and Anniston grinned wider. “You should do that more often.”
I downed the rest of my bourbon, then set the glass on the counter with a heavy thud. “Was there a reason for your visit, or are you just being a pain in my ass?”
Leo spun around and narrowed his eyes at me. “Yeah, but it can wait.” His lips twitched as if something amused him. “You two kids have fun tonight.” He turned to Anniston, to give her a wink if I had to guess. “It was a pleasure to finally meet you.”
A feral need to grab her and slam her against those windows, then shove my fingers inside her washed over me, no,possessedme, crept inside me like poison ivy latching on to my emotions. It fucking burned.
He stopped in front of me before heading back to the elevator and leaned in close to my ear. “If you don’t take that pussy, I will.” And then with a cocky grin, he left.
I flexed my fingers in a fist, then out again and let out a deep exhale.
Anniston’s chestnut eyes met mine. “He seems nice.”
“He wants to fuck you.” My tone was harsher than I intended.
She averted her gaze to the floor as the heat flushed her skin again.
Fuck.
It didn’t seem natural for someone to be so innocent and so goddamn sexy at the same time.
“We’re about to be in a room full of men like Leo. Try not to blush every time one of them talks to you.”
“I know what a gala is. We have them at the palace all the time. My brother threw parties on the quad all through college. And this might come as a surprise, but there were guys there, too. I might be a princess, but I haven’t spent my life trapped in a tower.”
Liam had a reputation. They didn’t call him the Playboy Prince for nothing. Plus, he was four years older than her. Thinking about Anniston hanging out and partying with a group ofLiamsor smiling and laughing with men like her father didn’t settle well with me. I fooled myself into thinking she’d somehow escaped this world. Instead, she grew up in the thick of it, a lonely swimmer in an ocean full of sharks.
“And you go to thesepartiesdressed like that?”
“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed?”
“Nothing if you’re trying to get fucked.” My dick throbbed against my zipper as I pictured it; her mouth opened in a sexy fucking “O”, her hair wrapped around my fist and skin covered in bruises while I pounded her cunt. I dragged my tongue over my lip. “Are you trying to get fucked, Princess?”
She blinked at me through thick dark eyelashes. Her plump pink lips parted in a gasp. Her round eyes stayed trained on me while the very air we breathed seemed to pull us together.
I pushed the button on the elevator, ignoring every single impulse firing through me right now. “Let’s go.”