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Castor curses under his breath. “Look at me, Eden.” He tightens his grip on my jaw. “Do you know who I am right now?”
“Prince Castor,” I force out.
“And who else is with you?”
I swallow. “Lady Charlotte and Sir William.”
He drops my chin. “Leave us,” he barks at the pair.
“But she wanted to play with us.” Charlotte pouts.
“I still do!” I take her hand. I have no idea what a threesome is, but it sounds much better than being out here with Castor, especially considering the warm ache between my hips.
The warm ache that’s growing more intense with every inhale of his scent.
“The princess stays with me,” Castor growls, forcing me roughly against him. “You should know better than to play with Lux’s toys,” he hisses at them, his hand against my back. “You may have had his favour once, but that does not mean you are immune to his wrath.”
“Wrath?” I echo.
“Do not speak.” Castor’s hand covers my mouth before I can argue.
It’s odd. I feel like I should be furious. But all I can focus on is resisting the urge to rub my thighs together.
“Well, if Lux ever tires of her…” Charlotte shrugs. “We’ll always be here.”
“Don’t I know it,” Castor grumbles, forcing me towards one of the doors without a sign on its handle.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m shoved into a room consisting of a small bed and a little table. Castor follows me inside. Once the door is shut, he drags a hand through his hair. “You gave us quite a fright, princess.”
“Us?” The room is tiny enough that even with my legs touching the bed, he could still reach me.
“My poor brother and I,” he huffs out a laugh. “The guards outside your bedchamber almost lost their lives when we found you weren’t inside it.”
“Charlotte and William invited me to your little club gathering.” I keep my chin high. “Since I’m leaving tonight, I thought I’d come along before going home.”
Castor folds his arms. “You’re leaving, are you?”
“Yes. Lux and I had a disagreement. So I thought it best that we part ways.” It’s hard to speak through the arousal in my lower belly. I dig my nails into my palms to try and focus on something else, but it hardly helps.
Castor smirks. “You’re feeling the bliss, aren’t you?” He steps closer. “It’s best not to fight it. I can help you with it, if you like?”
I almost trip over the bed backing away from him. “No thank you. That won’t be necessary.”
“Come on, Eden.” He draws closer, stroking my cheek as I groan. “You don’t need to suffer through it… let me help you.”
“Like you did in the ballroom?” I snarl. “You forced yourself upon me. I haven’t forgotten.”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “I did not force myself upon you.”
“You touched me without my consent!”
“And yet you grinded your sweet pussy against my hand anyway,” he taunts, his hand dipping to my thighs. “And don’t even get me started on how you moaned, or do you need a reminder?” As he pats my sex, I can’t help but moan again.
Damn him.
“Castor, stop,” I rasp.
“Has Lux kissed you yet?” He nips my ear.
