Page 66 of My Dark Prince
“Me, too.”
It happened at once. In a chaotic symphony of lust, love, and laughter.
Quivers everywhere.
Eyes rolling inside their sockets.
Deep belly-laughs that burrowed into our bones.
We came together in each other’s arms. So exhilarating for both of us that we couldn’t help but kiss, and chuckle, and pinch each other, like we’d just achieved something no one else in history had ever managed. Bungee-jumped without a rope and somehow survived.
“Holy shit.” I rolled off her, slapping an arm over my forehead. Sweat met my skin, my pulse hammering from my wrist to my temple. “What wasthat?”
She rolled to her side and grinned at me, dazed. “I don’t know, but can we both agree we need to do it every day, three times a day, until we’re tired of it?”
“If by three times a day, you mean six times a day, which I am sure you do, then I’m game.”
She giggled.
I looked down between her thighs. Streaks of red matted inside them.
I reached to stroke the bloodied part. “Did it hurt a lot?”
She shook her head, hanging her beautiful eyes on me. “Not a lot. But enough that I’m glad I did it with someone who’s worth the pain.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but my phone started blowing up again.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
“Take it.” She nodded. “It must be important, and I know you’re not supposed to be here.”
I reached for the nightstand and grabbed my phone.
Seb vB:I managed to snag you a last-minute ticket because I’m literally a fucking saint.
Seb vB:Your plane takes off in a couple hours from Charles de Gaulle, so you need to haul ass there RIGHT NOW.
Seb vB:If you make it here overnight, I think Dad will see it was a 24-hr. emergency and let it slide with your inheritance intact.
Seb vB:If not, I promise to hire you as a janitor at one of the hotels when I take over <3
I made a disgruntled sound, darting my gaze back to her. “I hate to do this …”
Truly.
I knew Dad would eventually get over it if I ditched him, but he might ground me for a decade in the meantime, and that included access to my allowance. Without a guarantee from Cuddlebug’s pseudo parents, I operated on the assumption that the cost of her education and our future home and family together fell entirely on me.
“You have to go.” She smiled, biting down on her lower lip. “It’s okay. I know. I’m very grateful you came for twenty-four hours to celebrate my eighteenth birthday.”
“Me, too.”
I kissed her quickly, then immediately jumped up to my feet and grabbed my boxers and jeans. I didn’t even wipe my balls. Just pulled off the used condom, filled with about two gallons of my cum, knotted it, and threw it in the trashcan under the writing desk.
