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“Then you leave me no choice,” he sighs before pinning my wrists above my head with one strong hand.
“STOP!” I try to kick him, but he’s already straddling my thighs. It takes him seconds to tear through the laces of my bodice, sliding his hand down my chemise and pushing my corset apart.
He tuts while I squirm. “Relax, princess. I was joking about ripping your gown. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
“Get off me!” I yell, but my blue gown is already cast aside. Beneath it is my cotton chemise, which he pulls over my head in seconds.
The cold morning air sends goosebumps up my skin. All that remains are my bloomers. My thin, lacy bloomers.
“Satisfied?” I snarl through tears.
He smirks crookedly. I hate the way my stomach dips, how my skin tingles where his hand presses against my wrists. “Not even close.” His gaze roams my body. “Have you ever been fucked before?”
I gasp. “Are you insane?”
“Answer the question, Eden.” He lowers himself, his lips brushing my neck. “Anyone ever been between those pretty thighs before or are you hoping my brother will be your first?”
Shame burns on my cheeks. Shame that he’s asking these awful questions, and shame that his words are stirring up an even more awful heat inside of me. “I am a princess,” I bite out. “The answer should be obvious.”
“Hmm.” He pulls back to look at me. “You know the same can’t be said about my brother.”
My heart skips a beat. “What?”
A cruel grin slides over his lips. “Lux is not as innocent as he might want you to believe he is. He’s had plenty of women sharing his bed.”
“His past doesn’t matter to me.”
“Maybe not to you… But do you think Lux will be pleased by what you can offer him?”
My chest heaves. “This is ridiculous. Let me go—”
“You’re a virgin princess, my darling.” I freeze as his fingers brush my breasts. “But we can fix that if you like.” His hand slides down to my belly as I whimper. “I could fuck you right here if you wanted me to.”
“Don’t.”
He laughs huskily. “Then again, it’s not like you could stop me even if you didn’t want me to. Helpless thing.”
“Enough,” I pant. “Please.”
His fingers tease the edge of my bloomers. But I don’t dare move. I’m so sensitive down there, and based on how Castor is grinning, he can absolutely tell.
“You’re dirty princess.” His eyes glint. “Does my brother know that his little sweetheart enjoys it when men force themselves upon her.”
“I do not—” I gasp as his fingers slide against my sex. Even through my underwear, his touch burns.
“Just as I suspected,” he sighs, examining his now damp fingers. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
My thighs clench together, but before I can tell him how ridiculous that would be, he pushes off me and stands up.
With burning cheeks, I scramble away from him.
My eyes have adjusted enough to the dark room to see all his wooden furniture, the burgundy wallpaper, what looks to be strength training equipment and beside that, my clothes strewn across the floor. Quickly, I reach for them while silently thanking the Stars that my magic gift only works on other people’s clothing.
A reminder of how I felt while Castor tore my clothes off is the last thing I need right now.
“No point hiding what I’ve already seen.” He grins, leaning against his four poster bed. “Your tits are fucking divine by the way. Lux will be pleased.”
Ignoring him, I throw on my chemise and gown.
