Prince Walker
Sweet dreams, princess…
She was staring at me in abject fear. As if I was her worst nightmare…or worse, some sort of rapist. Any arousal I may have felt dispersed like a cloud in a gust of wind.
I’d lain in my bed for hours before coming into her room. There’d been no way I could sleep with her so close. I’d been aching for her for what felt like a lifetime, and knowing she was so close was fucking intolerable. I’d been convinced my balls would explode, dammit.
But now, those eyes…those fucking terrified deer eyes, welling with tears. It made me feel like some sort of twisted pervert.
Why? For fuck’s sakes, she’s mine, goddammit! I can have her anytime I want.
She’d signed for this very thing just hours ago in a contract that made these details explicitly clear. I’d put in a clause for every possible scenario – I had the right to fuck her anytime I wanted; any place, without warning and with no objection. She’d perused every line and initialed every page. Jane had stood there and watched her do it. Jane, who had packed that closet full of clothes and made sure she’d picked out every possible damn outfit a woman in her new position could dream of. I could make her life a fucking fairytale.
Why the hell is she looking at me like that?
And then she made a sound in the back of her throat and my rage evaporated.
“I’m sorry,” I murmured. “I should have warned you…woken you first…”
I couldn’t believe I could hear myself saying these things.What the fuck is wrong with me?The Prince Walker I’d created would never utter such trite platitudes. Soft-cock blathering. I should be shoving her back, spreading those thighs, and burying my cock in that sweet dripping pussy. Because there was no doubt about it, she was dripping for me. The urge to taste my fingers was riding me, but somehow, I knew that would be a mistake.
“I…no…it’s…” I could see her searching for words. Could see her unclenching her fingers from the coverlet using sheer willpower as she became aware of what was going on. She cleared her throat and pulled the sheets away from her body, then settled back against the heap of soft cushions. “I’m sorry. I … was surprised, that’s all. You…you can carry on.” She splayed her knees and spread her legs. If there’d been desire before, there was no hint of it now. The girl was rigid; lying waiting as if anticipating being violated by some beast.
No fucking way!
I may have grown accustomed to getting what I wanted from women, but they always gave it willingly. This? This was bullshit.
I gave a snort of disgust and turned sideways, intent on moving to rise and get up, when I felt her fingers on my arm. I’d come straight from my bed, stripped down to a pair of black briefs, and her fingertips stroked over my bare bicep.
“Please, don’t go,” she continued. I looked down at her hand, then into her face. Her eyes were dark with shadows and fear.Goddammit! Why is she making me feel like this?
I put a hand over her fingers, then gently pressed against her shoulder, almost grimacing as she lay back again, still rigid.
Fuckit!
After a moment of thought, I settled beside her, my weight sinking into the pliant mattress as I shifted onto my side. She remained as stiff as a board, almost wincing when I curled a hand around her waist and pulled her firmly into the curve of my body. I could sense confusion as I tucked her close and then nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck. She was shaking.
“It’s late,” I murmured. “You should rest.”
“I…” she gave a confused little murmur.
“Shhh…” I soothed, brushing a hand over her forehead to sweep away the stray curls there, then reached over her body for the bedside lamp and flicked the switch. For long moments we lay silently in the dark until I felt the resistance leave her body and her breathing grow rhythmic.
It was a while before sleep took me too. I lay soaking in the scent of her, the presence of her. I’d never slept beside a woman this way before. Certainly not if I hadn’t fucked her first. I listened to her soft sounds of sleep until my own mind seemed to absorb them and take me away with her. By the time my lids descended, I had locked my arms about her as if defending her from a storm.
And it felt good that way.
