Page 64 of His Prince

I let out a huff of laughter and then move to the shower, smelling of dirt and paint and food. I want to wash that all off so I can smell like him when this is all over.

“I’m going to shower, old man. Get your dick lubed up. I want to make this quick. My young twenty-three-year-old self doesn’t have time to dawdle.”

I shout this as I turn the water on, grab the lube and place it on the rack. Then I step under the water and get to work, scrubbing myself clean with a new hibiscus soap and a vanilla scrub that I ordered online. When I’m happy with how silky smooth my skin is, I work myself open slowly, savoring the feeling of something inside of me. If only this was enough, if only I didn’t need Mikhail.

I press my forehead to the wall and place my foot on the lip of the tub, pressing two fingers inside of myself, gasping as I graze my prostate.

“God,” I moan as I scissor myself open before adding a third finger. I can feel the easy glide of my fingers inside of me, the amount of lube I pressed inside of me verging almost on too much, but he’s so big.

Mikhail and his uncut cock.

My eyes shut as I envision it, but they pop open again when I feel someone watching me.

He’s suddenly moving into the shower right behind me, almost predatory in the way he moves.

“What are you doing?” I ask as my fingers slip from my hole and spread out on the wall in front of me, my breathing hitching as he moves closer andcloser. He looks so fucking hot, his skin glistening from the spray of the water, his hair slightly damp and mussed, his cock slick and pressed out in front of him.

“Oh, little devil. Don’t you know? I’m tired of you telling me what to do,” he replies as he moves up behind me, his hands settling rightnext to mine. I feel the press of his chest against my back and his cock against my ass. “I’m going to take it. Takeyou.”

My eyelids flutter wildly and my fingers curl against the tiles. He huffs and then slides his dick against my crack, dragging it slowly over my hole.

“You can’t touch me,” I remind him. “You can’t. It’s the rules.”

“I don’t need to touch you to fuck you.”

He’s right. Oh fuck, he’s so right.

“You ready?” he asks, and I dip my chin slightly, my heart fluttering in anticipation.

And then he slots himself at my entrance and pushes in.

I cry out at the intrusion, my back arching up, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps pushing forward, a slow drag until he’s completely seated inside of me, his balls slapping against mine. I pull in a ragged breath, trying like hell to keep myself from moaning, but it doesn’t work. It’s just a needy mewl as he holds himself inside of me.

As I try to gather my wits, his thumbs slide closer to my hands, touching just a sliver of my skin, but I feel it all the way to my toes.

“See, little devil, no touching,” he whispers, his mouth at my ear.

“Yes,” I manage, feeling my hole clench around his hard length. But he doesn’t budge, just holds himself in me, leaving me impaled on him.

“You going to fuck me?” I nearly whine, but he just chuckles lowly.

“I think I’m going to wait…make you beg for it.”

“I’ll never beg,” I reply and then shift back slightly, my ass meeting his hips in a desperate attempt to get him to move. But he’s solid behind me, unwavering. And I’m stuck here, trying like hell to keep my cool, but god, I want him to thrust his hips forward. I want him to put me out of my misery.

“I think you will,” he says, his breath a whisper on my skin. “I think you’ll ask me nicely, too.”

I glower back at him, our lips impossibly close.

I refuse to let him kiss me.

Refuse.

And even as I have that thought, my eyes drop to his evil mouth, the cruel turn of his lips as he catches me peeking. Hate them so much. Hate him so much.

“Do you ever smile for real?” I ask, and his eyes narrow.

“No.”

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