Page 78 of Filthy Hot Prince

“Well, I will leave you guys here. I have an important call to make. I am sure you can escort Valeria to her room.” He winked at me when he left.

“He doesn’t have any important call to make, does he?” Valeria asked, frowning at me.

“He doesn’t.”

“Then why did he—oh.”

I grasped her hand and took her to an empty smaller shed where we used to store horse tack. I pressed her against the wooden wall, grasping her jaw in my hand and kissing her. I growled, biting her lip and pushing my hip towards her, trapping her.

“You have no idea how angry I am at you, my sweet, do you?” I whispered throatily, grazing my teeth on the shell of her ear making her gasp.

She squirmed when I wrapped my hand around her wrists, holding them above her head. Her breasts, covered in cotton tee shirt, pushed towards me, her nipples hard.

“You’re a-angry at me? But why?” she asked, her voice husky with arousal. Valeria could feel the outline of his bulge against her stomach, his huge frame looming over her, surrounding her. Khalid let out a wicked laugh that made her sex clench deliciously.

“Because you made me worry for an hour and then I find you in a stable, alone with Zayed, laughing with him.”

Valeria grinned teasingly. “Are you jealous, Prince Khalid?”

“You have no idea.” I dropped my head, kissing her neck and biting the skin. “Tell me to stop if I get too rough, okay?”

“Too rough?”

“We are having angry sex, Valeria.”

“But I am not angry at you. And neither are you,” Valeria replied with a chuckle, willingly rubbing herself on my thigh as I got harder and harder in my pants.

I grinned down at her, her sweet innocent face looking at me, full of adoration. I kissed her nose. “You are so fucking adorable, my sweet one. You are right, I could never be angry at you, but you have caused something to go up that needs your utmost attention.”

She smiled, her freckles bright. “Then we need to fix it now, Prince Khalid.”

I was about to remove her clothes when she stopped me, “Wait, I need to ask you something.”

I bit back a groan and pulled away. “What do you want to ask?”

“Is it true?” Her wide eyes blinked up at me.

“True?” I tilted my head.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. “AboutLimerence. Zayed told me what inspired it.”

Oh, I didn’t see that coming.

“You really want to know about that right now?” I asked, my eyes flickering between her hard nipples and my boner.

“Yes.”

I scratched my neck. “I met this cute ginger haired girl when I was fifteen. Even though my father was terrible, he liked to pretend he was a good person by donating to foster charities. I went with my mother to London because the Queen had invited us.”

Valeria gasped, “You have mettheQueen?”

“Of course, I have. She is just like my grandma but kept feeding me a lot of biscuits.”

“Remind me to ask about Buckingham palace,” she grinned, making me poke her cheek.

I continued, “After meeting the Queen, we went to a lot of foster homes and I was tired of pretending to be a perfect Prince in front of so many people. I was also a teenager, so I was always moody and angry. Until I met that girl in the backyard of the foster house.”

I could remember that day, that time, as if it was happening right in front of me.

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