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I smothered Arin’s mouth with my left hand and muscled him face-first against the bookcase, pinning him still. “You’re going to say we can’t do this,” I whispered at his cheek. “You’re afraid to be found with me, I know. But trust me. It’s been so long, my Prince of Hearts. You want this, you’d prefer I fuck you right now, but we do not have the means and I daresay, when it happens, my hand will not be enough to silence your demands for more.”
He panted through his nose and writhed, trying to fight me off.
I had him trapped facing the bookshelves, and at my mercy. The footfalls continued, moving back and forth. Whoever they were, they’d never know how a fool tempted a prince a few aisles away. I couldn’t undo his trousers, not here. But his dick was so hard, it didn’t matter. I sunk my hand between his waistband and the hot dip of his hip, then clasped him through his undergarments and stroked.
His breaths sawed, too loud. He writhed, hips jerking, trying to plunge himself into my hold.
“Hush.” I pressed in, plastering my body against his back, and nipped at this ear, then growled as he moaned behind my hand. Books thumped far away, someone busy collecting their reading material.
I rubbed my own painful erection against his ass. He writhed in time with my thrusts, giving himself over to my control. “You feel me?” I rubbed against him again. “How hard I am for you? Soon, I’m going to fuck you—going to hold your hands behind your back and bury myself inside, and you will beg for more. You want it.” He shuddered, moaning behind my hand. His thrusting stuttered. “No, not yet… Wait, hold it… You do not come until I allow it. Four years, prince, you’ve wanted this. It hurts, but there is pleasure in holding back. You want to surrender, to chase the pleasure, but don’t let it ride you, make it yours.” I pumped harder, faster. He whimpered—the sound dragged a moan from inside me. I wanted him under me, his hole spread, slick and tight around my cock. I’d fuck him until we were both wet with sweat, our veins burning, bodies bruised. “Fuck my hand, Arin, fuck me like you hate me. Ruin me like I know you’ve dreamed—”
His muffled cries turned ragged and breathless. I yanked my hand tighter over his mouth, and his hips jerked, spasming under my grip. Wet heat dampened my palm on his cock. “Yes, spill for me, Arin,” I whispered. He bucked, shuddering every last precious drop of cum into his pants.
By Dallin, I might have spilled along with him had I not stopped pleasuring myself against his ass. He was too damn good, too brilliant, and everything I’d ruin, spoil, destroy.
I eased my hands away from his mouth and cock, and braced against the bookcase over his shoulder. His shuddering skimmed my dick, his touch like a hot iron. Neither of us spoke, not in words. He clung to the shelf, kept his head bowed and had enough strength to hold himself up andbreathe.
Footfalls thumped across the library floorboards, fading away. The door closed again, sealing us back inside the library, alone.
“This…” He cleared his throat and tried again, and this time his silvery glare stopped my heart. “This did not happen.”
He should know by now, none of this was real. I pushed off, freeing him. In the absence of his body against mine, a cold, hollow sensation tried to swallow my heart and a chill shivered through me. I brushed the sensation aside, scooped up the balls he’d dropped, and juggled them a while, trying to clear my head. Fucking Prince Arin was a game, like all the rest. Games ended. And I survived. I always had. This was no different. I couldn’t go home, so if he wanted me to stay and root out his mystery murderer, so be it. If he wanted me in his bed, I’d play that game too. It didn’t matter anyway; whatever we did, fate was coming for both of us.
But none of it could ever touch my heart.
Including the prince who liked to hide, the prince who wanted to juggle, the prince trying to bring hope back to his court. The prince who had fooled me.
“You need to leave.” His tone carried an element of disgust, but was it for me, or himself, for letting me tease his desires out in the open?
I caught the balls, stalling their dance, and bowed low without meeting his gaze. “Of course, Your Highness.”
A game. Nothing more. No matter what my heart tried to tell me.
I threw him the balls, which he caught, along with my careless smile, and turned on my heel.
“Lark?”
My name on his lips reined me in, like a snap on a leash.
“Tomorrow, you won’t attend dinner,” he said.
But I always attended dinner. Dinner was when I came alive, it was my time.
I was being punished. For not telling him how the trick was performed or making him realize how he needed some cock, mostly mine. “Very well.”
* * *
After I returnedto my room, Arin consumed my thoughts, how he’d trembled in my arms, spilled in my hand, and then dismissed me like a whore. I laughed, pacing from my window to the door. One, two, three, four strides. And back. Iwasa whore. When had I begun to believe anything else?
My missing finger ached.
Worthless.
Bought with coin.
I hugged my right hand under my arm.Use them, abuse them… do not kill them.I squeezed my hand, paced faster…Killing them is the final act.
A game.
