Shattered Prince

He pulled my hair. His other hand tore up my shirt, pulling it above my breasts. His eyes drank me down and it made my skin shiver with pleasure. I loved being looked at like that—I’d never seen so much desire in another person’s eyes before. It was incredible, knowing that he looked at me and lost himself completely.

“This is a mistake,” he whispered as he licked my nipple and bit down gently. I gasped as a jolt of ecstasy rolled down my spine.

“Go ahead and stop.”

He didn’t. He licked the other, sucking, biting, nibbling. His other hand moved down between my legs and pressed against that perfect spot, and bliss filled me like fire.

“You’re not wearing panties,” he breathed, his voice a hoarse growl. “No underwear. Waiting for me on this couch like you knew what I wanted.”

“I didn’t think you were coming home. You never do.”

“And yet here I am.” He bit my nipple again before kissing me, his other hand snaking into my hair and pulling hard. I gasped as the fingers between my legs teased my pussy faster. I almost screamed with pleasure as my head tilted back.

He rolled me to the side and pinned me down on the couch. His hand slipped down my stupid, worthless cotton shorts and moved down my slick pussy, spreading me, rolling around my lips. I gasped and he bit my shoulder, my neck, kissing, licking, teasing, as his fingers did their magic. He fucked me with them, pushing inside and curling as his thumb rolled along my clit, making me gasp. My eyes rolled back and bliss, so much bliss hit me like a train.

“You want to come for me already,” he said in my ear. He smelled like death and fire. I couldn’t get enough of it. My fingers dug into his back. “Go ahead, princess. Come for me. I want to lick you clean when I’m done. Come for me, you dirty fucking girl.”

I came like an explosion, like a rockslide. It was elemental and incredible, and my mouth locked open in a gasp and a moan and a whimper. He kissed me and fucked me with his fingers through it, and as I slowly came down—he disappeared between my legs, tugging down my shorts.

“What are you—” I started, but stopped as he licked me up. He meant it literally. He licked me clean, top to bottom, lapping me and sucking me. When he was done, he sucked his fingers, staring into my eyes.

I stared back, breathing hard, before I wiggled back into my shorts. I blushed like crazy at the smile on his lips.

“Delicious,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed a woman’s orgasm like that before.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I muttered, biting my lip to keep from smiling.

“I like when you pretend like you don’t enjoy this.”

“I enjoy parts of this. But I don’t particularly love the part when my father will kill us both if he finds out.”

Carmine’s expression softened. “We won’t let him then.”

“You think I won’t tell?” I smiled, teasing. “He’ll go easy on me. I’m his baby girl. But when he finds out what you’ve done?”

“Go ahead. Tell him that I licked your cunt and sucked my fingers after making you come. I’ll explain exactly how you taste, and the look on your face as you orgasm.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re an asshole. I don’t think he’d appreciate that.”

“And I don’t think you’ll tell.” He grabbed my wrists and pinned me down.

“And why’s that?”

“Because you don’t want to risk losing this.” He kissed me, slow and deep, and I tasted myself on his tongue.

He was right. I didn’t want to risk this. There was too much at stake, and besides, telling my father about my sex life was objectively insane.

I curled up against him when he finally released me. He drank some whiskey and offered me some. I took a sip and enjoyed the burn as it slid down my throat and lodged into my belly. I felt light and dizzy from the small sip of alcohol and the incredible orgasm and the heat from the fireplace and Carmine’s heavy, beautiful body.

“I didn’t get to ask my question yet,” he said, speaking softly as he breathed in the smell of my hair.

He was smelling me like he couldn’t get enough. I grinned stupidly.

“I guess now’s a good time to ask, since you buttered me up.”

“Ah, is that what I did? I got you off just to soften you for my question?”

“I think so. You’re devious.”

“Maybe I am. That’s how a man like me gets into power. And what about you? Are you devious?”

“I wish I was. What’s your question? Quit making me wait.”

He laughed gently. “The pills in your schoolbag. Where did you get them?”

I pulled back and stared. My jaw fell open. He tilted his head, giving me that cocky, self-assured smirk.