Dirty Wicked Prince (Court Legacy 1)

My pussy lips ignited against his rough fingers, the heat beneath my legs easily soaking his fingers.

He knew.

I watched as that awareness drove his madness across the line, the dark prince taken to his brink.

“You’re so wet for me, Noa Sloane,” he said, ignoring what I wanted to be called. He eyed my mouth. “I’m in your head just as much as you’re in mine.”

What?

He bit my lip, the thoughts gone when his big hands drew my face up to meet his. Our teeth clacked, all tongues and pants.

“Fuck you for getting in my head.” He sounded angry, enraged, and he bit my mouth so hard I cried out. “Fuck you, Noa.”

“Sloane.” I shoved at his beefy chest, a weak attempt at best. “Get off me.”

“You want me,” he gritted, almost smirking as a simple tongue flick caused me to open my mouth for me. “You want me filling all your holes. Making you scream.”

He had such a disgusting mouth. My panties were completely wet as he manhandled me. He shoved my shorts down to my ankles. And whoever’s shirt he gave me, he ripped off.

His went next.

Beautifully tanned skin hugged muscled fleshed, no doubt from all those days he played football shirtless in the sun. His hair caught that same sunlight, streaked and trapped in every strand.

He drew his fingers through them, looking crazed and deranged as he ground his cock against my mound.

“Stop fucking fighting it.” He dragged my arms up, knocking off candles and a display of framed art off the dresser. Whoever’s room this was, he was trashing it. He tangled our arms. “Stop fighting me.”

He made it hard not to. I was in a constant fight with him basically since I’d set foot in this town. He’d placed a target on me and set quickly to break me.

I moved my mouth away, and all that did was cause him to fasten his full lips to my neck. His teeth bit my pulse, canines piercing the skin. My breasts sagged, heavy and weighted through my lace cups.

“You’ll hurt me.” I trembled beneath his mouth, I think my real fear. This boy drove me insane. He made me not think for myself. I didn’t think clearly.

His hand captured my throat, his tongue dragging up my quivering pulse. The mere action alone caused weakness to hit my legs.

Dorian was there to keep me upright. Hands on my thighs, he picked me up and looped my legs around his waist. His hands braced my ass, and he kissed me so hard and fast I forgot what I’d just said to him.

I forgot that he could hurt me.

“You’d do worse,” he panted, our tongues dueling, his taste full and explosive with heat. “You’re doing worse.”

He made it sound like I was getting to him too, in his head just as bad, but I found that hard to believe. This boy was unshakable, impenetrable. He’d gotten me literally down on my knees for him in multiple occasions.

The bed was soft.

He set me down on high thread count sheets, and I disappeared into it. It sunk deeper with Dorian’s weight, a smirk on his lips when he tugged my kitten heels off.

“These are dangerous,” he growled, tossing them to the floor. Like an animal, he then proceeded to bite my naked toes. Seriously, it was like the hottest fucking thing he could have done, and not once had someone ever done that to me.

The dark prince wasn’t just anyone.

He was a man god, a boy making the transition into the fullest potential of himself. He exuded power, all raw sex and muscled flesh. Those around him bowed down, and those far beneath him didn’t even bother.

They couldn’t get low enough.

This boy had broken me, trembling at just the anticipation of him inside me. That was no doubt where this was going. I mean, he had me half naked on a bed. There were candles in the room, and he put them out with his fingers. The room dimmed to nothing but the moonlight streaming in.

He really did look like a god now, a beast of a man on his knees in front of me. The room’s dim shadows hugged his bulky frame, large biceps and thighs.