“We what?” His brow furrowed, and I resisted the urge to smooth it with my fingers. “Fucked?” I loved how his crudeness infused with the sensuality in his eyes. Without a doubt, he was a man who could please, tease, and a fuck a woman into falling in love with him. “You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done with you. I’m already thinking about all the other ways I can have you.” He captured my lips in another hard kiss while resuming the teasing slide of his cock along my slit.
“Wow, you’ve got way too much stamina for an old man.” I grinned when he released my lips.
His grin was self-deprecating. “Youth is the gift of nature, Sia, but age is a work of art.”
“Wow. Spoken like a true gentleman. That’s beautiful. Did you make it up yourself?” I teased.
“No. Stanislaw Jerzy Lec, a polish poet. Couldn’t have said it better myself, though.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “Do you think I’m too old for you?”
“No. A definite work of art I’ll never forget.” While the words twisted my insides, I didn’t miss the look on his face. If I read it right, it mirrored my reluctance for this night to end. “You said you’ve never done this before. Now that you have, would you do it again? With someone else, I mean?” Only when the words left my mouth did I realize with sudden anxiety just how clingy it sounded, like some jealous teenager—that I wasn’t. “Don’t answer that,” I added hastily.
Pushing up, he straddled my legs, braced his weight on his knees, and caged my head with his forearms. His gaze was solemn, but one hand twisted a lock of my hair. “An affair is an intimate thing, Sia. Not something you jump into with your eyes closed. There are repercussions to every action. I didn’t propose a one-night stand with you just because I wanted to sleep with you.” His eyes darkened, and I felt him twitch against my thigh. “It’s because I’ve never been so drawn to someone in my life. That moment we shared in the airport, it did something to me, and honestly, I can’t explain it. I probably never will. But if I ever wanted to do this again, to have someone in my life forever, I’d want it to be with you. Only you. Remember that...” He hesitated, letting out a sigh. The sound of his breath vibrated across my skin, cascading tingles down my body, from nape to toes. “Promise?”
Although I nodded, I had no idea what to make of his words. What was he trying to say? Why speak of forever or ask for a promise if we had one night together? We didn’t even know each other that well. What was I missing? God, I sucked at the whole relationship thing. It was one reason I stayed single—I preferred the complications of my brain rather than sussing out men with a view to long term relationship. A case of what I didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps come morning, I’d have a better understanding.
Prince dropped his head and nuzzled my shoulder, effectively snagging my attention. My time with him was limited—or was it? I had no idea, but I didn’t intend to spend it worrying about what-ifs. The press of his teeth against my skin ignited an already blazing arousal, and I succumbed willingly. He rolled us again and moved my legs to straddle him. “Ride me, Sia.”
Smiling, I rose onto my knees and positioned him between my thighs. His eyes gleamed with silver flames of desire as he waited for me to draw him inside. I lowered myself, inch by inch, relishing the stretch of my muscles, the pinch of tightness, and all made perfect by how wet I was just thinking of him fucking me again.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks, nails biting into the sensitive skin, yet all I felt was a pure untamed need. “Fuck my cock now, Princess,” he growled his glare hard and demanding. As I submitted, I was sure of one thing. Prince might be a gentleman in a three-piece suit, but he was no aristocrat in bed. And I loved it.
Sianna
THE PERSISTENT VIBRATIONSof a mobile phone knocked against my sleep-induced brain, pulling me from a deep unconsciousness. I groaned. I was going to kill Ruvash. He was the only person who would be calling me this early. Without opening my eyes, I reached out a hand to the nightstand and groped around until my fingers closed over my phone. I picked up the humming device, and as I brought it close to my face, it stopped buzzing. I cursed. The sudden ping of a notification had me squinting one eye. The message on the locked screen yanked open the other.
I’m still your wife.
Are you fucking kidding me?I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I’d picked up the wrong phone. He’s married.Now, I understood what I’d missed last night. His cryptic statements made perfect sense. The hard plastic of the device dug into my palm as I squeezed, not caring if it cracked under pressure. Taken by the man’s charms, I’d neglected to accept the knowledge he might be married or how I’d react if I found out he was. Another notification vibrated, prickling my fingers.
Call me. We need to talk.
Immediately, my head filled with images of his wife. What did she look like? Was she beautiful? Was she hot in bed? Given the type of man he was, I expected as much. That thought filled me with an uncanny disappointment. Yet her beauty didn’t affect me as much as the idea of him touching someone else the same way he’d touched me. I wasn’t prepared for the jealous rage firing through my body, surging like bile in my throat. He’d lied to me—told me he hadn’t been with anyone in a long while. Why then wasn’t I throwing a fit? Why was the only irritation I felt a weird deflation? Chaos roiled my insides as everything clicked painfully in my mind. Somehow, I expected this, but the reality was so much bleaker. Why then couldn’t I accept this? My heart squeezed at the thought of saying goodbye, of ending something that hadn’t even begun. I gulped down the nausea of dejection threatening to spill.
Setting the phone down, I glanced over my shoulder at the man sleeping next to me. The black sheet tangled with his muscular limbs, rested just above his crotch, exposing the delicious ‘v’ of his pelvis. My gaze drifted upward, to hard defined abs, the smattering of dark hair on his chest, further up to those sinful lips and square jaw. One hand laid across his flat stomach and the other around his head on the pillow giving him a serenity I now envied. I let my eyes drink in his beauty, storing it in my memory box for those days when I’d want to remember. God, what would it feel like to be loved by a man like him? To be woken every morning by his kisses, his touch. To have sweet nothings whispered in my ear while he made love to me. To be commanded by his husky voice and taken to heights of pleasure only he and his skill could unleash.
He lied to you.Despite the silent reprimand, I couldn’t look away.
