Page 2 of His Prince

How did I get so lucky?

“I’ll support you, be your friend and champion. Anyone who harms you will die. Slowly.”

“Hi,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and sultry. I don’t mean for my words to come out as they do, but he has this effect on me. I’m nearly shaking with need for him.

It’s been so long, such a long and painful wait to finally have him.

I want him so damn bad.

I want him to fuck me, make me scream his name.

My trembling hands move to my waist and I undo the sash, letting the robe slip to the ground, baring myself to him. I’m wearing white lace panties and a bralette, both imported from a boutique in France. My friend, Ben, helped me pick it out.

I want only the best for him.

My husband.

I can’t believe this is my life.

I’m married.

Even though this was an arranged contract between Mikhail and my father, Iknowhim. Our secret conversations over the last few months have revealed so much about this man, and I didn’t even know it was possible to find someone so perfect.

Mikhail’s eyes darken as they sweep across my body and he wets his lips, setting his drink down on the table and running a hand across his jaw.

“Come here,” he says lowly, his Russian accent thick. It always becomes more prominent when he’s feeling something deeply.

I swallow, my cock hard and straining against the lace of my panties. I’m equal parts nerves and excitement.

I want this so bad. To finally be owned by someone, someone I love.

I stop in front of him, my hand moving to his chest, touching him softly. The beat of his heart pushes against my palm, sure andsteady, so unlike my own which flutters nervously beneath my sternum.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, his fingers wrapping around my wrist.

“Yes, but only because I want this to be perfect for you.”

His eyes flash, something unreadable in those blue depths.

“Then show me how perfect you can be. On your knees.”

I do as he says, falling to the ground, eager to please him and at the same time, eager to taste cock. I’ve never sucked a dick before.

Oh god, I want this.

My fingers fumble with his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down, his cock half hard and pressed against his boxer briefs.

I can smell the musk of him—manly, heady, dangerous.

Mine.

“I’ll share my life with you, good times and bad. My blood is your blood.”

The fabric of his underwear is pulled down, taut under his engorged cock, and I inhale him, dragging my nose up his length and licking at him tentatively. I’ve imagined this for so long, what it would be like, taste like. And now I have him.

A moan slips from my lips as I open my mouth and engulf him, eyes rolling back in my head as I suck on just the tip of him. He’s so big—huge, actually.

Oh fuck, this is going to hurt in the most delicious of ways. My throat and ass are going to be sore tomorrow.

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