It’s time I make my excuses and get the hell out of here. Just as I’m about to rise, the panties start up with another whirr of power, causing my entire body to shudder as I grip the table for stability.
Casting a look at Kaison whose eyes are two hungry dark pools of obsidian, I realize that whileImay be done,he’s not.
Chapter 21
The Prince Deserves a Medal
CHARMING
Cinder wheels around to face me in the hall outside our rooms, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright with a mix of anger and lingering arousal. “Five times? At the table? Are you insane?” she hisses, her eyes narrowing to violet slits. Her chest heaves with each breath, straining against the confines of her gown in a way that makes my fingers itch to touch.
To say she walked funny out of dinner is an understatement.
When my mother commented on her strange gait, Cinder simply grumbled, “Back problems.”
“Hmm.” I’m somewhat disappointed by her number. “And here I thought I got you to come six times. Maybe I mistook one of those for aftershocks.”
“You sadistic asshole,” she hisses with narrowed eyes.
“Oh, baby, say it slow, and maybe step on my balls while you do.”
The thing is, I mean it.
She wasn’t the only one walking funny out of that dinner. Playing with her had been the most fun I’d had in I don’t know how long. And there was that time with four of us in a kiddy pool of Jell-O.
Sure, the gelatinous orgy had been fun, but compared to this, it was a surface-level kind of fun that depended on the novelty of the situation rather than the actual sexual play.
But when Cinder put on the vibrating panties, fearless and defiant in the face of my challenge, something pinched in my chest. It was like a wild animal allowed me to put reins over its head, though we both knew she was the one who was truly in control. She could have stopped it at any time.
As much as she wanted to blame me for turning her inside out again and again, I knew she enjoyed it. The thrill of being caught, the way she masterfully controlled her expressions and reactions so those around us wouldn’t suspect a thing. . . it washed over me in thrilling tingles again and again.
While everyone else had been oblivious, I was so horribly, completely in tune with each twitch, tiny gasp, and eyelid flutter. It was like sitting next to a bomb I was desperate to make go off.
I thought I was the reckless type before.
Now I know my previous antics were born of boredom and a hollowness I’d been trying to fill.
This is different. Interacting with my human bride sparks something inside of me, something truly alive. Cinder makes me want to raze everything to the ground just to break her eternally placid expression for a blink, a tiny curve of her perfect lips, or to earn a sharp inhale.
Cinder, usually so unflappable and in control, slowly coming undone by the buttons in my hand. The way she gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles white with strain. . . the barely stifled gasps and shivers that rippled through her body. . .the accusatory glares she shot me, tinged with equal parts frustration and desire. . .
Even before our tryst at the table, I suspected Cinder of being a master of concealment. The way her face gives nothing away, constantly exuding an almost bored disinterest. I wanted to see if it was a natural expression or something she’d schooled in herself.
Now I know the truth. It’s a mask she wears, just like I have mine.
I got a glimpse beneath that tough exterior and caught the flicker of vulnerability, a hint of the passion she keeps so carefully guarded. Each time I increased the intensity of the vibrations I watched her fight to maintain composure, her breath hitching and her eyes fluttering closed as she battled the rising tide of sensation.
The true Cinder threatened to break out and she was so much more powerful, so much more. . . everything.
I didn’t realize how handy those panties would be until she got so wound up, I feared she might do something rash and explosive in trying to find out what happened to her father. There is a difference between needling and pushing for information and trying to get it out with ham-fisted brute power.
But getting her to back off had been easy when I had access to her most intimate parts.
Fuck, the self-control it took not to slither to my knees under the table and lick and play with the panties torturing her sex.
I deserve a medal of some kind.
But no, all I got is this massive hard on stealing all the blood from my head and making me dizzy.
