Vicious Prince (Royal Elite 5)

Her.

The girl who orgasmed by just nipple play. The girl who appears like a robot but is actually turned on by a simple blindfold and the teasing of her nipples.

When Cole mentioned this place, I almost didn’t believe him. Teal might appear like a goth with a tendency of calling out Satan in night-time rituals, but she’s Ethan’s good girl. After all, she wanted the engagement for his sake.

Surely she wouldn’t be in a place that’s fit for Cole’s defective brain. But then, sure enough, I saw her.

Here. Wearing a black gown and waiting to be devoured.

Since Cole’s family owns this business of debauchery, and he’s the one who accepted her application so soon, it didn’t take me long to not only become a member but to also have her as my first meal.

Teal Van Doren is more than what meets the eye, indeed. I didn’t know I needed to read her fantasies until I had them on paper in front of me.

All laid out for my pleasure reading.

I begrudgingly release one of her swollen nipples and continue tracing the other as I reach into my pocket and retrieve my phone.

“Say cheese.” I snap a picture of her dazed, flushed state.

That manages to snap her out of her stupor. Teal pushes back so abruptly she nearly falls over.

To my dismay, I lose all feel of her nipple as she rises to her shaking feet. Her tits bounce with the motion, giving me one last view before she pulls up the straps of her gown, covering them and herself.

Hiding those beauties is a tragedy that needs to be mourned.

She runs a hand through her straight hair. To her credit, she does regain her composure and adopts her haughty default state, but it’s not soon enough to hide the slight tremble in her fingers or the goosebumps covering her arms.

No one can hide involuntary bodily reactions — not even with her level of emotional blankness.

I rattled her. One point for me.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“Being debauched like you.” I grin. “Actually, I’m the one doing the debauchery, but details.”

“Phones aren’t allowed h-here.” She bites her lower lip, trapping it against her teeth as if reprimanding herself for stuttering.

And suddenly, a thought I never had becomes my sole purpose in life. I want my teeth on that lip. I want to lick it, bite it, then devour it.

But that’s kind of a wrong thought, isn’t it?

It’s probably this place and her earlier state; they’re playing with my fucking head.

As if you never knew you had this in you?

Shush, thoughts.

“I guess I kind of snuck it in.” I lift a shoulder as if saying ‘Oops’. “You’re really special, though, aren’t you, ma belle? Nipple orgasm is so hot.”

“Fuck you.” Her cheeks flush, but it’s not entirely embarrassment; there’s also a hint of rage.

I grin.

It’s the first show of emotions she’s ever given up. Anger is good; anger makes people commit mistakes. That’s why I make sure I’m rarely angry, if ever. I might feign it, but I always stay the fuck away from it.

Anger is the source of all evil.

Teal here is ashamed of her orgasm — or rather the one who caused her pleasure. Since she can’t say that out loud because it’d mean admitting it, the pent-up frustration is turning into what resembles rage.