Ruthless Prince (Dark Syndicate 1)

“No?” I gaze down at her nipples pressing against the sheer fabric of her bikini top. They’re hard distinct points that weren’t there before.

I reach out and rub my finger over the left one, much to her shock. I run my finger over the taut peak and smile.

“Your body betrays you, Emelia. Come, have a shower with me. You just got out of the salty sea, and I just got home from work.” I yank on my tie, emphasizing on the word work so she knows I was being serious about where I was. “I haven’t played with you in four days.”

Her face turns red, and a flush creeps down her elegant neck. She knows if we’re showering together, I won’t exactly be keeping my clothes on.

Placing my hand at the small of her back, I guide her to the house and take advantage of the moment to run my fingers over her perfect ass.

I guide her to her room, deciding I’ll go back to mine later, and lock my door. She didn’t see where I came from earlier. Good. The night I decide to show her my room is the night she’ll stay there and move right into my bed.

I walk her into the bathroom and inhale the sweet scents of strawberries and vanilla. I smelled it the other day, but it’s stronger inside the bathroom.

I close the door once we’re inside. She turns to face me, hesitant. Her eyes take me in as they run over my body.

Nervously, she brings her hands together. I know that all important question hangs heavily over her head. When am I going to fuck her?

I’m surprised I haven’t done it already. I won’t say anything. It adds to the mystery. It adds to desire.

“Take your clothes off,” I say, and she obeys. I like that she’s become submissive. But maybe it’s not that. Maybe it’s that she wants to.

Maybe she wants to, like I want her to.

She takes off her top first. My eyes go straight to her tight nipples and the swell of her breasts, round and perfect with the little pink tips begging to be sucked.

When she bends down to push her panties down her legs, her wet hair falls over her face and her breasts bobble.

As she straightens up, that look returns to her eyes and her hands tremble when I look at her pretty cunt right there, waiting for the taking.

I step forward. She steps back but looks up at me with fear all over her face.

I smile and brush my finger over her jaw.

“I told you. I’m not that kind of monster. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Why should I believe you?”

I move in, press my lips to her cheek, and linger by her ear. “Princesca, you’ll believe me because I haven’t given you any reason not to. You’ve been in my home for almost a week. If I were that kind of monster, I would have fucked your brains out the way I wanted to that first night.”

I know she’s wet. If I felt her tight little pussy now, I know she’d be wet from my dirty words. When I move back, she tries to assert that defiance again but fails. I smile to myself.

With that, I unbutton my shirt and slide it down my shoulders. I shed my pants next, along with my shoes and socks. The curious look on her face as she watches me undress is classic. She’s watching with fascination she’s trying to hide. Fascination, which becomes more evident when I get down to my boxers, push them down my legs, and my cock juts free. I’m perfectly erect and ready to fuck her.

She’s looking exactly where I want her to look, and I hope she answers the next question I have in the positive.

“Is this the first time you’ve ever seen a naked man, Emelia?” I ask. Her eyes meet mine.

“Yes…” she answers hesitantly. It sounds like music to my ears. I’m still in two minds about that best friend of hers. I don’t know much about him off paper, but I have this feeling he wanted more than friendship with her. Looking at her, I don’t know what man alive wouldn’t.

“Come here.” She moves closer. I open the door to the shower and guide her inside.

I get in next and turn the shower on a light spray to sprinkle over us. Placing my hands either side of her, I watch the water trickle down the side of her face.

“What are we doing?” she asks. “What are you doing?”

“Can’t a man bathe with his bride-to-be? Especially after a long day at work.”

“Don’t you have Gabriella for that?” she throws back.