Page 39 of Filthy Hot Prince

Khalid

I couldn’t think straight at the pleading, sultry tone of Valeria. She was alluring. Writhing beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders, her thighs spread wide. I leaned down, about to capture her lower lip, but jolted back when I heard the shrill sound of my cell phone ringing.

I let out a defeated sigh and kissed her sweet neck before pulling back. “I am sorry, sweet, I have to take that. It must be my brother or sister.”

Only my family knew where I was at the moment and they knew better not to disturb me while I was here, so it must be something urgent.

But the naked sight of Valeria spread out on dark ruby sheets made me want to ignore the call and warm my body with hers.

“O-of course, I was… I was about to go take a shower, anyway.”

I raised my eyebrow at the small stutter when she covered herself with the thin sheets, her copper hair tousled and falling in waves over her shoulders.

I couldn’t believe that she was the same woman who was pleading me to pleasure her seconds ago. Now she was being shy and sweet as if I didn’t know what she tastes like. Her musky scent was still overpowering my senses.

I leaned closer to her, her eyes looking in my direction and twirled my finger around a red strand, lightly tugging on it and pressing my lips over hers.

“I wish I could join you, wash you with my hands…” I said in a low voice and promised. “We will continue this later, my sweet one.”

Giving her one last glance, I pulled back and straightened myself in the trousers. I walked out of her room mustering all the self-control I had. No one tested my control like she did without even doing anything.

Valeria was overpowering all my senses, and I didn’t know if I liked that or not.

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