“I did, didn’t I?” The prince’s finger stopped mid-thrust, with half of it inside her pussy. “And you chose not to answer because you told me it wasn’t my business.” He paused. “But it’s different now, yes?” And as he spoke, he suddenly shoved his finger deep inside her.
As Fawn cried out in shocked pleasure, the prince said silkily, “You’re my business now. Aren’t you?” A second finger slipped inside her. “So tell me.”
And she did.
Even when it made her feel weird and guilty, even when it was surreal to talk about Grant while the prince had his fingers inside of her pussy—-
She told him.
Because he said so, and more and more it was beginning to dawn on her that it just felt so, so good to follow him.
When she finished with a breathless catch in her throat, the prince pulled his fingers out of her, and Fawn almost cried out in protest as her body burned with an aching sense of loss. A moment later, and the prince whirled her around to face him, and she found herself straddling his legs once more.
Gazing at her with hooded lids, the prince murmured idly, “I thought I should reward you for being forthright.”
Reward?
The prince’s hands settled on her waist, and then he was pulling her towards him. His cock slid upwards between her folds, and then the prince was pushing her back, causing his cock to move down.
Oh!
The prince smiled at her as he settled on an exquisitely slow rhythm. “Does it feel good?”
“No.”
The prince laughed. “Liar.”
“T-this is not the reward I want.”
“Then what do you want?” The prince’s hands moved to her hips and he started pulling and pushing her just a bit faster.
Ooooh. Desperate to distract herself, she blurted out, “Tell me a-about yourself, too.”
“But my life’s an open book, parthena mou.”
“W-who’s the liar now?” One hand left her hip and went back to her folds.
Oh God. She tried her best not to panic as she felt his fingers caress her folds.
The prince asked in the same idle tone, “What do you want to know?”
Distraction, she needed more distraction. And so she said clumsily, “Your first love.”
In the act of fucking her with his fingers, the prince stilled, the words catching him off guard. Maybe it was because no one had ever asked him about it, or maybe it was because this was Fawn—-
Whatever the reason, the prince’s composure slipped, and his mental defenses broke down.
For the first time in years, he thought about...her.
Georgie.
Fawn had expected the prince to laugh her question off, and that would have been distraction enough, but when the movement of his fingers stilled and the prince’s gorgeous face became expressionless, she knew she had accidentally stumbled into forbidden territory.
As tension filled the air, she said hesitantly, “Prince?”
The prince looked at her, but it was like he wasn’t seeing her at all. “I’ve never fallen in love. But I might have.” The prince’s odd smile didn’t reach his eyes, but somehow the sight was more painful than terrifying, and it made her hurt.
For him.
His hands started to move again, but instead of caressing her body, the prince reached for the body wash and started soaping her body with a scrub.
“Prince—-”
Instead of answering her, he turned her around on her back and shampooed her hair. When he was done, she sensed him moving, reaching for the controls, and a moment later, the metal plate above the tub began to rain hot water on them.
Oh.
It felt like a magical moment, a beautiful moment, and she would have loved it completely if not—-
The prince’s fingers threaded through her hair, rinsing it tenderly and efficiently, and for some reason tears started to burn her eyes.
“What’s wrong, prince?” Fawn whispered.
But instead of answering her, the prince only said quietly, “I’m done. You can go now.”
Fawn dragged oxygen into her burning lungs. If she were smart, she would have done exactly what the prince said.
But she wasn’t smart.
Grant’s infidelity, which she now knew must have been going on for some time, proved that.
Even as embarrassment turned her entire body rosy, she forced herself to turn around and meet the prince’s gaze, stammering, “It’s m-my turn.”
The prince remained silent, watching her with hooded eyes as her breasts half rose out of the water when she reached for the shampoo.
His scrutiny made her fingers clumsy, and the shampoo bottle almost slipped out of her hold. Even so, she told him bravely, “Y-you can’t scare me.” It was a lie, though. His silence daunted her, but...somehow, she just couldn’t make herself leave him alone.
Something about him called out to her, telling her that the man the whole world seemed to think was invincible –
The Prince of Darkness—-
This man who had been there for her when she was about to break—-
Something about the way he looked now told Fawn that he needed her.
Knowing that, how could she leave him?
How?
She reached for his hair, and the prince lowered his head as she began to shampoo his head. When she was done rinsing his hair, she reached for the wash and scrub—-
“You don’t have to do this.” The prince’s tone was cold.
Her fingers tightened around the scrub. “I know.” She shakily reached for his shoulders. “B-but I’m doing it anyway.” She scrubbed his chest and his back, her heart alternately twisting and beating as her hands came into contact with the silky hardness of his body.
When it was time to clean that part of his body, she hesitated.
“Go on.” The prince’s voice was still cold.
“I w-will.” She took a deep breath, saying unevenly, “But b-before I do it—-” Raising her head, Fawn made herself look into his eyes.
His beautiful green eyes that used to glitter with such life—-
And now they were not.
“Tell me about her,” she whispered.
The prince’s jaw clenched. “Why?”
“Because you seem to need to—-”
The prince swore.
Fawn flinched.
The prince’s face hardened even more at the sight.
If it had been any other girl, the
