Page 73 of Brutal Prince

I bit my lip and held back a sigh. “Plenty,” I lied. “And how would you know about Ollie in action, when you’ve only seen him once.” I stalled when I read something in his eyes. “Have you watched us before?”

He increased pressure with his little finger and this time I couldn’t help but sigh in desire. He was barely touching me, yet my panties were sodden.

“Let’s just say watching you being pleasured could become my favorite pastime.”

“So, you’ve recorded our visits into room twenty three?”

He nodded slowly.

“Got off on it, did you? Smack the monkey as you drooled over our performance?”

“I’ve seen more agile performances between mating walruses.”

I snorted, because I couldn’t help it and his eyes lit up at the sound of my laughter.

My laughter was quickly doused when he cupped my face with his other hand and ran his thumb across my lower lip. “You are so very enticing, Cattus. But you always were.”

“Did you ever notice me at KVU? I saw you a number of times.”

“Not at first. But we dwelled in different circles and in different years.”

His answer was vague and I took that to mean that I hadn’t caught his eye. Subtly, I tried to lure his attention my way on the odd occasion. But he was always with someone else and when he did look at me, I could tell he didn’t recognize me or was interested in the girl before him. That was before I dyed my hair blood red. If I didn’t stand out any other way, maybe a beckon on my head would help.

“Do you have a heart?” I whispered as his thumb ran over my lower lip, slipping it inside my mouth.

His eyes hardened as he watched me suck his thumb. I could almost see the cogs working behind his eyes deciding what my fate should be.

Do you think it’s possible to be in love with someone who you know is bad for you?

Happens all the time and…never ends well.

He leaned in and kissed my mouth softly at first, only to go back in and claim me fully, thrusting his tongue deeply inside me. His hand possessed my center, massaging over my pants. I wore dress pants with matching dress jacket and a white blouse underneath. This outfit was my job interview clothes because I wanted to make it harder for him to undress me if he planned to drug me again.

Apparently, he didn’t need to drug me for me to become putty in his hands.

“You haven’t answered my question,” I sighed into his mouth.

Ignoring me, he adjusted his position on the couch so he was between my legs gyrating his bulging crotch against my center.

“You make me question everything,” he answered, pulling away from my mouth to nibble my neck.

“What do you mean?”

“Life…” he said, claiming my mouth again while moving hips to shift his hardness against my soft center.

“Breath…” he added, moving down to my chest to open my jacket and cease my left breast sucking so hard that I yelped out in pain. I roughed up his dark blond hair as he sucked the life out of my breasts making me hungry to take his cock.

Tauntingly, he unbuttoned my shirt and moved his warm hands under my bra to lift it off my tits. He sat back on his haunches for a moment to drink me in before claiming my right breast in mouth.

“Blood…” he breathed, just before he bit my nipple hard and gasped as blood trickled and he curled his tongue over the scarlet, lapping it up thirstily.

Arching my back, I wrapped my legs around his waist to indicate what I wanted him to do. Fuck me. That’s what I wanted. Fuck me good.

But I wasn’t the one in charge and his response was to tease me by moving his cock away from my pussy.

“Please,” I begged and he shook his head.

As his taunting mouth made its way at a snail’s pace to my pants, I was on the edge of an orgasm. I couldn’t believe it, he’d barely given my pussy any attention and I was about explode.

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