“So walk,” I snap, then add, “And for your information, you’d love it if I were up your ass.”
Her laughter is light and follows us up the stairs. I already had the prospect drag her shit from her room to mine.
Once she’s through the door, I lock up behind her and shove the key in my pocket.
“Are you for real?”
“I can’t trust you for shit. If you need out, wake me up.”
“I’m not tired, asshole.”
“Put a movie on or something” I toss the television remote on the bed and take my boots off.
I remain dressed and fall on top of the bed, stretching my legs out. At least I can sleep knowing she won’t cause Victoria any grief.
I reach for the remote myself and turn the TV on, flicking through the channels until I hit a movie.
“Am I supposed to get changed in front of you?” she snaps.
“Trust me, I’m not interested.”
The lie comes out so easily. I don’t look as she quickly changes into an oversized t-shirt. I keep my eyes on the TV screen as she dives under the sheets.
“Are they clean?”
“The maid came by earlier and changed them especially for you, your highness.”
For a brief moment there is golden silence between us, only the movie playing low in the background.
Her hand slowly makes its way up my thigh and I arch my brow at the new tactic of hers.
“You’re solid muscle,” she murmurs.
“You’re wasting your time,” I play along.
She smiles and climbs out from under the sheets. She whips her t-shirt off and straddles me.
It’s a chore not to glance at her tits, or let my dick run away with itself.
“I thought you’d never fuck me,” I state.
“If I close my eyes, I can pretend you’re Luca.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy.”
“Yet you still want to fuck me.”
She leans over, pressing her lips to my neck. Soft as fuck. I give up trying to restrain myself. My dick is hard within seconds, and I barely restrain myself from taking her in this moment.
“I’d fuck anyone, don’t feel too special,” I lie but for a brief second, the satisfaction of wiping that smirk off her face lingers.
I realise the more I treat her like shit, make out I don’t want anything from her, the more I draw her in. She’s more fucked up then any of us could have guessed.
She undoes my belt and pops my jeans button open. Unzipping me slowly, I struggle to maintain my patience. But still, I let her do her thing. I lift my ass to help her pull my jeans down.
“Please tell me you have a condom, or that,” she stares at my dick, “will be such a waste.”
“In my wallet, back pocket.”
