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I flop on the edge of the bed, leaning on one hand and tilt my head to watch her.
She’s pretty in a pop-fiction kind of way. Rosy, pale lips. Long, silky brown hair and eyes so green, they almost sparkle and shit.
Granted, she’s not as pretty as the girls who throw themselves at me and the team all the time, but she’s got it going on in a discreet, almost tomboyish kind of way.
With her denim shorts and unconventional trainers, it’s like she’s stuck at that point between girl-hood and teenage-hood.
The only difference, there’s nothing immature about her petite figure. She has soft curves and a tiny waist that fit perfectly in my palm earlier.
In the beginning, I planned to play around with her, push her buttons and then pass her around for the team.
After learning her last name, she became my prey for the night.
Screwing Clifford’s princess means one thing: pissing Uncle off.
And I live to piss Uncle the fuck off and see how he looks at me like I’m a rock in his shoe.
The failure.
The king without a crown.
The family’s black sheep.
I’m just giving him one more reason to hate me — aside from the grand finale I have planned for his favourite holiday home.
I pat my thigh. “Come here, princess.”
She swallows, the sound echoing in the silence surrounding us. Clifford glances between me and the door for a fraction of a second.
They say the human brain is wired for snap decisions.
It’s funny how people make mistakes thinking they’re the right choices.
Like Clifford princess for instance.
Her brain is obviously telling her to run. Deep down, we can all sense danger, but not everyone focuses enough to relate to their basic instincts.
I should probably thank chess and Uncle’s tyrannical upbringing for making me so aware of my surroundings.
Clifford’s princess either missed some aristocratic lessons from her lord father or she simply doesn’t give a fuck.
It’d be so interesting if it were the last.
With one deep breath, she abandons the door and takes tentative steps in my direction, red creeping up her neck.
She stops in front of me, rubbing her arm, and looking down at me through her thick lashes. I grab her wrist, and she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.
I pause before yanking her to my lap and fucking her senseless.
When she moaned earlier, I thought it was a show or some seduction technique.
I stand up and tilt her chin up with my thumb and forefinger, staring straight into her dilated pupils.
No wonder she’s a puddle whenever I touch her. She’s pumped with E.
I push her away and she releases a tiny gasp, her eyes snapping open.
“W-what?”
