Page 99 of My Dark Prince
It was all I ever wanted.
Still.
And that thrilled and depressed me at the same time.
“I can see that.” His throat bobbed with a swallow. “You’re breathtaking when you come.”
It was all I needed to push me over the edge. My heart soared, my skin flushed, and my walls pulsated as a hot wave of pleasure rolled over me, starting from the tip of my skull and moving all the way down to my toes.
I was floating, spiraling, succumbing to sweet desire. A moment passed where my entire existence suspended in the air. I tossed my head back, closed my eyes, and let myself feel for a change.
A few moments later, I opened my eyes and found Oliver already on his feet. A towel clung to his waist. He stared at me with a mixture of confusion and horror. It dawned on me what I just did. How close I’d been to sleeping with him.
I stood up, grinned, and strutted over to him, hips swaying. His gaze clung to them, tracing the outline of my waist before moving down between my thighs. I stopped when I reached him and fanned the fingers that were just inside my pussy between us.
I raised an eyebrow. “Want a taste?”
“More than anything in this fucking world,” he croaked. “But I can’t. Not until you get your memory back.”
“Oh, well.”
Still, I drew closer to him. My nipples kissed his chest as I stood on my tiptoes and reached behind his back to turn off the faucet. The second it sputtered off, my skin prickled from the crisp air.
Oliver held his breath as we touched. Drunk on the power I had against him, I rubbed my nipples on him. He held his breath, going eerily still.
His eyes slammed shut. He sucked in a deep inhale, breathing in my fingers. A groan rumbled from deep inside his throat.
“Briar.”
I stretched, arching my naked body against his like a bow. “Maybe next time, right?”
My dripping pussy met his towel – and the throbbing erection it failed to conceal.
“Fucking definitely.”
I turned around and walked away.
1-0 to the away team, asshole.
I was keeping score.
Because earlier, before the lake that reminded me of the one we’d fallen in love at, I’d finally remembered my ugly past.
Fifteen years ago, Oliver von Bismarck abandoned me.
This time,Iwould be the one to leave.
But not before inflicting him with a wound deeper than the one he’d given me.
Chapter Forty-Four
Oliver
Romeo Costa:Well? Does she have her memory back?
Ollie vB:No, but I’m about to have my dick amputated to stop myself from grinding against her every night.
Zach Sun:Have you considered sleeping in separate beds? Or houses, considering you’re a virtual stranger.
