Page 26 of My Dark Prince


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It vividly awakens memories from last night—us kissing in the hallway, him asking to see my pussy, and me crazily showing him. What is wrong with me?

Burning up with embarrassment, I edge toward the door, slip outside, and pull it shut behind me without so much as a sound. The hallway outside stretches silently before me, urging me to run upstairs to my room.

With the house quiet and not a soul around, I move forward quickly in the dim lights that steal the darkness. Leaving behind the corridor, I turn and find myself going right past the pool room, then I rush forward because I know that at the end of this hall is the foyer leading to the grand staircase.

Spending a day exploring has helped me navigate this maze of a place. The shirt catches in my swinging hand at my side, and I glance down to realize that I’m still wearing the engagement ring.

Hawk never took it off, despite me falling asleep in the car and him stripping me. I draw my hand closer to inspect the spectacular stone. Most likely, the money he spent on this is barely spare change for a man like him. Yet it is beautiful. If a man gave me such a ring for real, I’d most likely faint. It’s more than the debts we owe him.

Just when I think I’ve reached the foyer, a creak sounds from behind, shattering the silence. My pulse quickens, a coldness spreading through my veins. Before I can react, a strong grip catches my wrist, wrenching me back around. There stands Hawk, completely naked. Even in the shadowy corridor, his intense gaze burrows into me.

“I’m rather disappointed, Sapphire,” he says, hauling me against him firmly, our bodies clashing. “I’m insulted you didn’t invite me on your trip through the mansion.” His voice is raspy, and my nerves are taut.

“I-I just wanted to get to my room.”

“Running away from me, Sapphire?” That intense stare narrows down on me, his grasp strong.

“And what about you?” I ask, chin high, using all the bravado I can find. “You undressed me last night before putting me in your bed?”

“And?” He raises an eyebrow.

“And… did you… we do anything else?” My skin’s on fire.

His brows pinch together. “Are you asking me if I fucked you while you were sleeping?”

I blink at him, my voice jammed in my throat.

“I’m into a lot of kinky shit, but somnophilia isn’t one of them. I want you wide awake to enjoy every moment, to scream, to beg me for more.”

Gasping for air, it’s suddenly scorching hot in the hallway.

His bulge between us twitches and nudges into my stomach.

He chuckles, his voice echoing through the house.

“I’m a man who takes what he wants, and I’ve been so very patient with you. Now, seeing you in my shirt is completely ruining me. I fucking love how you look in it, and I can’t hold back anymore.”

I’m breathless, an inferno swallowing me. When the back of his knuckles brush over my nipples, I bite back a moan. Shudders come over me, and heat bursts between my legs. The air between us is combustible. Hawk heaves for breath, and as if he can’t stand it a second longer, he has me up against the wall in seconds, his mouth on mine.

He kisses me like a man starved, as though he’s in a rush to take me, as if he might lose me.

His mouth is on my neck, where he licks me and sucks.

I whimper, lost under the spell of this powerful man who won’t leave my side, who saved me from being raped at the party. Yet part of him scares me…

And I know, deep down inside, I’d run to him in a heartbeat. He’s my dark prince.

I start to move my hand down between us, my fingers curling around his heavy cock. The skin is like silk wrapped around steel.

He hisses as I palm him, moving back and forth.

With his mouth on my earlobe, he whispers, “Are you ready to be fucked?”

Oh…

I moan my response, pushing myself against him. I have zero control when it comes to Hawk. He’s pushing all my buttons, making me putty in his hands.

He slides his hands to the neckline of his shirt that I wear and rips it apart, buttons flying in every direction, exposing my breasts.

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