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11
The only chance I get to hide the note when we leave the Court is to excuse myself once we are inside the prince’s bedchamber and use the chamberpot tucked into a little room down the corridor. In there, I relieve myself and whip out the folded note from my corset.
I frown at it before I crumple it up and ram it into the deep skirt pocket. To hide it better, I tuck away some tissue paper from the water closet, too.
Can’t let the prince find it easily, and I know he means for my dress to come off this Quiet.
His thirst for my body has gone unquenched for too long, and he means to have his way with me now.
I leave the water closet and find him in his bed, already undressed, sprawled out on the soft mattress. His head is propped up with one folded arm that bulges his muscles, a knee hiked up, and his piercing eyes following me as I wander to his bedside.
I cut a glance down at his manhood. He’s ready.
A blush creeps onto my cheekbones.
With a gesture to the corset, I tell him, “I’ll need a little help.”
He smirks something dark. “Perhaps I want to see you struggle.”
His playfulness sparks courage through me. I turn my back to him then look over my shoulder, my lashes low and my smile small.
“Undress me,” I order.
His mouth twitches, his eyes burning blue fires. “Or what?”
“Or you get none of this.” I slide a hand down my curvy side. “Not even a taste.”
I hear the mattress shift as he moves up behind me. His breath disturbs my loose curls. “I could take it,” he growls, his hands coming up to my sides.
“It’s better when it’s earned,” I say, leaning back against him. His arms come around my waist, holding me to him. “At least, I like the way you earn it.”
Pressing his mouth to my cheek, his lips warp into a crooked grin. “I know you do,” he murmurs, peeling away from me. His hands come up to the strings at the back of my corset, toying with them. Slowly, he pulls the strings, loosening the corset’s grip on me, and I can let out a breath as I’m freed.
“That’s all you like about me,” he adds, tugging the last string free.
The corset falls over, balanced on my waist before I shimmy out of it. The dress spills to the floor, leaving me standing in only my sandals and an underdress.
He reaches up for a fistful of my hair, guiding my head all the way back. A victorious smile has his lips as he brushes them over mine. When he plants a firm kiss on my mouth, I feel the statement he’s making, feel it in my aching heart and twisting gut.
The moment vanishes as quickly as it came and he releases my hair.
Victory blazes in his eyes as he moves around me then shoves me back and I fall onto the mattress with a bounce.
Lifting my feet to his hard, muscular chest, he unties my sandals one by one, then lets them drop to the floor.
“There are other things I like,” I challenge him with a pointed look at the long, smooth and hard member between his legs.
“That’s all?” His crooked grin returns as he slowly lowers to his knees. Hiking my legs over his shoulders, he exposes me.
“That’s all,” I tease—though it isn’t exactly a lie either. “Maybe sometimes,” I add, “I like when you’re nice.”
His chuckle is dark as he inches his face closer to my core. “I am never nice, April.”
He’s not wrong, I think just as the heat of his mouth finds my core.
A moan is quick to escape me. My hands fist into the sheets, twisting them as my legs spread wider for him.
Daein kisses his lips over my opening until he reaches my tingling clit. His tongue flicks out and tastes me, earning a shuddering breath from my parted lips.
