Page 20 of Brutal Prince

I let him take me, although I felt weird about it. When I tried to roll off him, he held me tight, kissing and nibbling my, his mouth making its way to my lips.

“I want you on top,” he crooned, his fingers moving up my top to my breasts again.

It was such a strange out-of-character moment. Every time I tried to hold my gaze, he looked away. He had my body stripped bare in moments, holding my hips as I rode his cock. It wasn’t until he started playing with my clit did I start to feel something.

“C’mon,” he murmured, thrusting upwards into me. “Hurry up.”

“Shut up,” I snapped, “this was your idea.”

“I’m not…”

“You’re not what?”

His eyes traveled past me for only a moment, but that was enough for me to get worried. Dilated pupils and suddenly becoming distracted was a red flag.

Feeling creeped out, I turned behind me, only for my face to be caught mid swing by his large hands. “Look at me, babe,” he uttered.

I might’ve been mistaken, but I caught a figure in my peripheral vision. I needed to look again to make sure I hadn’t imagined it.

“Don’t stop,” Ollie groaned.

I couldn’t concentrate and I definitely was not into this thing we had going on. I leaned forward to give him the impression I was coming and worked him harder. I could still feel a presence in the room and just when Ollie grunted and came, I turned my head again.

My breath caught in my throat and I scrambled to find something to cover my naked body.

A man dressed in black, wearing a macabre white mask stood there bold as brass watching us. His head tilted with his finger placed on his chin in strange pose of curiosity.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped in a panic.

Without saying a word, the masked man stepped to the door and left.

Throwing my clothes on, I chased after him. Darryn was sitting on the floor, half dazed outside the room. “Did you see the masked man?” I asked him.

“No,” he shook his head looking baffled.

I ran down the hall to the elevator. The doors were closed and the shaft was dropping to the ground floor. Turning on my heels to head down to the stairs, I slammed into Ollie.

“What are you doing?” he asked thickly as if it ain’t half obvious.

“That man. Who was he?”

“I thought maybe he was the deliveryman.”

I didn’t buy his answer and my suspicions only rose. “Wearing a mask.”

“Yeah, well, this whole thing is supposed to be like a covert operation to hide who’s behind it all. Maybe that includes the deliveryman.”

“What did he deliver?”

“Dunno. I went racing after you.”

“You knew he was there watching us,” I pointed my finger at his face.

“I swear I didn’t.”

Liar.

Darryn was looking bewildered, wondering what was going on. How could the masked man slide past Darryn without him noticing? I stormed back to the hotel room and searched the place for a parcel or instructions or something. The room was empty, so I proceeded to make the bed as Ollie dithered at the doorway.

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