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And then the door swings open. I snap my focus onto it, still pumping in and out of her, and my tongue gliding with hers, uncaring who fucking enters because I will kill them.

“Prince Reen, I haven’t heard from you in some time and—” Alad chucks a U-turn when he sees us and closes the door behind him as he leaves. Oblivious to it all, Pandora keeps kissing me and grinding against me while her legs twitch.

She’s going to orgasm soon.

“Watch yourself. Even if it’s for a moment.”

She pulls away from me, and the hand in my hair tightens. I give her a level look, searching in the trudges of fear and disgust she has for herself because of the abuse she was subjected to since a young age. Everything she fears comes from within, and it’s a battle in her mind. I know it because whenever I fucked on contracts, it took me a moment to strip the repulsion. Even then, I pushed it down.

But we aren’t talking about mine. No, not when Pandora needs this more.

Her focus shifts away from me, but only for a fleeting moment. She glimpses into the mirror, seeing my fingers pumping in and out of her and my thumb rubbing hard against her clit. She nods when she looks at me, and her face burns an embarrassed red. “I did it,” she pants, laughing.

A grin spreads across my face, and I lean in and purr, “Now let me make you come undone.” I spread her legs further apart, and as two and a half fingers slip inside her, my other hand moves to her clit, rubbing frantically from side to side. Her legs move, squirming, and she closes her eyes, grips my hair like a fucking life force, and cries out in pure bliss. Her open legs slap against my hands, and her body spasms, twitching as I rub against the bundle of nerves swelling against my pinched fingertips.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

Chapter 50

Pandora Hart, July 26th

“There’s no bathroom in here,” I say.

I brush the dress down, and with every stroke, I’m removing the feverish excitement I felt three minutes ago when I orgasmed. It took me two minutes to gather my thoughts, where I was, and how I was leaning against Prince Reen breathlessly.

“There are bathrooms downstairs. I saw the sign while waiting for my hunt to begin,” Prince Reen says.

I take a step toward the door. “I’m going to head there now to clean myself up.”

He takes out his phone and grimaces. “I will meet you down there soon. Alad’s calling, and I don’t want listening ears.”

I leave him to his phone call, taking the stairs barefoot because I don’t want to grab the other shoe down the hall. My excitement soaks between my legs from when he touched me, and it takes priority over heels, no matter how nice they look.

True to what Prince Reen said, a sign directs me toward the communal toilets. At the end of the hallway to the right, there’s a green and white sign with a left arrow. It’s darker down here, and the smell of bleach makes me wrinkle my nose. It’s stuffy, burning my eyes and causing me to blink rapidly.

The toilets are on the right, and I enter the women’s restroom when someone leaves. She eyes me, but must find me uninteresting because she moves back down the hallway toward the party that I have no fucking clue about. Prince Reen had his fingers inside me, feeling my wetness and⁠—

Fuck. Nope. Don’t think about it. It’s making me excited again.

Almost all the doors are open, apart from the accessible toilet. I head to the back, to the last cubicle, because I like it when there’s a wall against one side.

I wipe between my legs, removing the stickiness until it’s at least comfortable enough to walk. It would be easier if Prince Reen didn’t snap my underwear. Fuck, going commando isn’t what I want to be doing right now, but here I am.

After I clean myself up and go to the toilet, I wash my hands. The door to the disability toilet opens, and two elemny come out—fire and water. Fire licks up his fingertips while the other has his hands wet, causing water droplets to dance across his fingertips. What is he going to do, fucking wet me?

I turn the tap off and sigh. “You really don’t want to do this.”

“If you comply with us, we won’t hurt you,” the male fire elemny says.

I stare at the mirror, focusing on how my eyes narrow. “No. But I will hurt you.”

I slam my fist into the glass, shattering it. Shards of glass rain down, and I pick one up, slicing it through the air until it sinks into the neck of the water elemny. I make a face and grunt because I wanted to hit the fire elemny.

Flames roar to life, and fire gushes toward the basin as I reach for another piece of glass. As I stumble away, arms made of iron bars wrap around my chest, and a knife rests against my throat. I turn my head to look at him and notice the open wall behind him and the earthy bricks shifting.

His piercing green eyes settle on me, and he says, “Scream, and I will slit your throat…Pandora Hart.”

Fuck. This function wasn’t to steal from anyone. They know who I am. This function was meant for me.