Five Masks of Sin (Haremworld)

“That was the young and crazy me—okay, yeah. I didn’t just dance with them.” He shrugged. “What can I say, the ladies love a handsome prince.”

“An arrogant one too, it sounds like.” I lifted my glass of wine to my lips as I tried to suppress a smile.

“It’s okay to be a cocky bastard if you back it up.” He smirked and leaned close to me. “And believe me, princess, I back it up.”

Damn it, I’m supposed to be the one seducing him.

“Why don’t you dance with me, then?” I put my wine glass on the counter. “If you have some good moves, I might ask for your pin.”

“Like you aren’t going to ask for it anyway.” He stood up and extended his hand. “Fine—m’lady.”

“You don’t get to America much do you?” I took his hand and let him help me up. “My generation ruined that phrase for everyone.”

“Fine.” He smiled and nodded. “My princess.”

“Yeah, that works.” I grinned and followed him out onto the dance floor.

Regardless of my confidence, I hadn’t learned to magically dance since I arrived at the World Ball. I was really starting to wish I had taken lessons. It was hard to be seductive when I was stumbling over my own feet and being pulled through the steps by a man who had been dancing elegantly his whole life. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind. He carried me through several songs until my feet were quite sore. We undressed each other with our eyes. We said what we wanted without saying very much at all. By the time the music started to die down after the third song, I was pulling him towards the door.

“Give me your pin.” I removed mine from my dress.

“So demanding.” He chuckled, but his hands went to his pin.

I didn’t take Prince Harland back to Maximo’s suite. I wanted him all to myself. I hoped they would understand once they realized who I had managed to land on my own, without any help from Simon. Prince Harland guided me to the elevators once we were outside the Grand Ballroom and pushed his card into the slot that would take us to the suites. His suite was on a much higher floor that Maximo’s and when we got there I realized why—his suite was the floor. The doors opened onto a corridor and when he opened the only door in front of us, I saw a remarkable view of New York from the windows that lined the room. He removed his mask and I did the same, not that either of them did much to cover our faces.

“Wow, this is incredible.” I blinked in surprise as I walked into the room.

“It should be, considering how much it cost me.” He pushed the door closed and took off his jacket.

“Can I just be a dorky fangirl for one second before we do this?” I bit down on my lip and smiled.

“Sure.” He nodded. “Everyone wants that moment.”

“I used to write about you in my diary.” I laughed and put my hand up to my mouth. “I used to write about my royal wedding to Prince Harland as if it really happened—and of course, I didn’t ignore the wedding night, although it was very G rated.”

“Well, this is no fairy tale.” He walked up and put his hands on my hips. “I don’t wait until the wedding night.”

He pulled me close and we kissed. It was unbelievable. He could have been the worst kisser in the world and I would have melted just because Prince Harland was crushing my lips beneath his. His hands slid across my shoulders and started pushing the straps of my dress down. I pushed his coat off his shoulders as he continued to kiss me. His tongue explored my mouth with the kiss getting more passionate as our lips formed a perfect seal. My mind was spinning. I was actually kissing Prince Harland. I never thought that would be anything more than an entry in my diary. His hands moved behind my back, tugging at the zipper until my dress fell to the floor. He pulled back from our kiss, breathing heavy as he looked into my eyes.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He squeezed my breasts through my bra. “If you were my queen, I would make the entire kingdom worship you.”

“I didn’t think you were going to be king.” I bit down on my lip and smiled. “That’s why you get to be such a playboy.”

“Eh, things might change.” He shrugged and moved his hands behind my back, unsnapping my bra.

“Oh, will there be a royal scandal?” I tilted my head to the side as he reached down and pushed his hand into my panties.

“Only this one.” He pressed his finger into my wetness. “Prince Harland and the fake princess from America.”

“I like that story.” I threw my head back and gasped when he pushed his finger deep inside me.

He fingered me for a couple of minutes before we finally started towards the bedroom. Once he removed the rest of his clothes, I realized that the stories about the men from the Southern Isles wasn’t an exaggeration, at least where he was concerned. His cock was enormous—the biggest one I had ever seen. It had more girth than any of the other guys and was at least two inches longer. It looked like a beast roaring to life as it engorged with his lust. He opened the drawer next to his bed and pulled out a condom that had the words Magnum XL on the side. He ripped it open and when he started rolling it on his shaft, it still seemed to be so tight that it threatened to break before he even got it fully unrolled.

“I would offer my tongue, but you were so wet when I put my finger inside you that I think I would just be licking a lake.” He chuckled as he climbed on the bed and lifted my legs.

“Yeah, you might be responsible for every drop of that lake.” I nodded and grinned.

He started to force his cock inside me and even though I was wet, I wasn’t used to his girth. He pulled back and gave me a few hard thrusts, pushing until I was stretched. Once it was halfway in, he shifted his weight and let that carry him the rest of the way to nirvana. I felt my eyes bulging out of my head when I felt how deep he went. He started to lift his hips and drive them down, putting his whole body into every thrust. He suspended himself on his palms and on his toes with his powerful muscles flexed as he literally did push-ups while he hammered my pussy. I kept my legs pointed towards the ceiling and my toes curled when I felt his girth doing things to my g-spot that none of the others had done.