Page 33 of Filthy Hot Prince

Khalid

Iwatched in surprised awe when my muse grinned, turning away and walking to the dining area with a bounce in her step. Valeria Dunne was something else. She made me feel everything that had been dead and buried under my rotten body for so long.

I had to remind myself that we were there for the painting. And nothing else.

I shouldn’t—Icouldn’thave feelings for her.

I followed Valeria, entering the lantern lit area. The table was low and, on either side, deep red satin coverings were placed. Valeria was moving her head in a different direction when plates of steaming exotic food with delicious scent were placed on the carved table, teasing both of us to devour everything.

Instead of sitting across her, I sat beside her, crossing my legs which brushed with her bare knees. The lantern lights cast a soft glow, making the area look more intimate. The staff left as soon as the platter of food was placed, giving us privacy and to have their own food in the castle dining area. I had asked them before to place their dining in the sitting area outside the master suite.

The water rustled in the tiled pool with wind whistling around us. The sun had already set and the moon looked brighter with stars twinkling around it.

I served the different curries and bread on her plate, letting her touch the bread with her fingers and explaining to her to eat it with her hands. She tucked the stray piece of her hair behind her ear. My fingers itched to undo the knot of her vibrant hair and let it fall around her shoulders and down her back.

I held back the urge and diverted my attention to her confused face.

“How do I eat it with my hands?” Her voice was small, shy and curious.

I tore a piece of bread and smeared it with the delicious red curry full of spices. I held it across her and said with a husky voice, “I’ll feed it to you.”

Valeria’s breathing grew erratic when her nostril wafted with the scent of curry. She parted her lips as I fed the bite to her. My eyes lowered when she leaned forward, her full breasts swaying with the movement, making my body sizzle. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the unrestricted view of her barely covered breasts. So full and round.

My attention went to her mouth when she let out a small moan of pleasure. It did a terrible thing to my body. I wanted to push away the food and haul her on the table, claiming her then and there.

Fuck, I was aching badly for her.

“This food is delicious!” Valeria announced, “Here, you should taste it.”

I blinked at her, watching her with amusement when she tore a piece of bread and tried to dip it in the curry. I held her hand and slowly folded her fingers to make a small shovel out of the bread and then dip it in the curry. She thanked me and lifted the morsel towards me.

I stared at it with an open mouth.

“What are you waiting for, Khalid?” She grinned. She looked stunning. It made my heart ache too. “Eat it before it gets cold.”

No one had ever fed me since my mother passed away. Only she had ever fed me. Ignoring the sad memories, I leaned down and ate the bite from her fingers.

Before I could take the bite, she was pulling her hand back. A small frown on her face. I closed my palm around her wrist, stopping her. Her lips parted when my mouth wrapped around her fingers. My hot, wet tongue licking away the curry, smearing the pads of her fingers. I smirked, watching her cheeks burn red, definitely aroused. I wanted to tell her that she wasn’t alone. I had been teased to my edge just by having her beside me.

I pulled away, letting her hand go. I whispered in a low voice, “It is delicious, my sweet one.”

Her cheeks were flaming when I poured a glass of champagne. As she didn’t like alcohol, I poured her a glass of cold water. She took a sip as soon as I handed it to her. I watched the long, graceful column of her throat work, my eyes taking in the erratic, beating pulse. She didn’t look a day over eighteen without any makeup or jewelry donning her.

We talked about her work, how she managed to turn the small fragrance brand to a worldwide profitable business. She had been in many magazine articles, fashion blogs, and galas since then.

Valeria

Since the dinner, I had learned two things. One, Khalid Al Latif, was a beautiful, teasing man. Two, I loved his little teases, especially how my body reacted to it. My sex was throbbing and burning, since he had erotically licked my fingers when I fed him.

When my cheeks burned, I stubbornly thought that it must be the spices from the curry I had. But I knew better. It was the mutual burning chemistry between us that made me fluster and become hot and wet with need.

I was silent when Khalid walked me back to my room even though I had mapped out the distance between our room was six paces. I wanted to know if I was only imagining the connection between us during the dinner or if he had felt it too.

“Sleep well, my sweet one.” His warm lips pressed against my forehead and before I could recover from the warm feeling of them, I heard his footsteps descend to his room, the doors shutting close.

So he didn’t want to sleep with me. Not that I was hoping he would, of course. Khalid was the Prince of Azmia and he had many other women… or men willing to warm his bed at night. Or whenever he wanted.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted my chin and walked into my room, closing the doors behind me. I sent a quick voicemail to Mr Benjamin to let them know I was doing well and removed the pin holding my red hair in a bun. Running my hand through the soft strands, I leaned on the railing in the balcony before the atmosphere got too cold.

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