His fingers began to move over her folds, and as her flesh swelled under his touch, the prince said huskily, “Do you understand now?” His gaze claimed hers. “This is how I’ll take the pain away.” His fingers drifted up, circling the tiny quivering nub of pleasure. “This is how I keep you from ever getting hurt again.”
And slowly, the prince thrust one finger inside of her.
“Prince!”
His finger began to move, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back deep.
Her throat tightened. Too fast, she thought dizzily even as her hips started to dance, wanting his finger deeper and deeper inside her. Things were moving too fast, and it wasn’t—-
“It’s not what you think, parthena mou,” the prince whispered. “I can see it in your eyes that you think things are going too fast, but it’s not. If it’s too fast,” the prince purred, “then surely you couldn’t be like this—-”
He pulled his finger away and lifted his hand up to let her see just how wet it was.
Fawn whimpered.
“Do you understand now? This is what we both wanted all those damn months,” the prince rasped. “This is what you withheld from me.” As he spoke, the prince slid two fingers inside her, and Fawn clutched his shoulders more tightly with a gasp.
“Your body...”
He began to thrust his fingers deeper and deeper into her, and she could only try to welcome him, her inner muscles contracting reflexively around him.
“—-which has been mine the first moment I laid my eyes on it.”
A third finger joined in, stretching her pussy to open wider, and she stared at the prince, torn between confusion and desire.
His lips curved in a heartlessly beautiful smile, and her breath caught.
“Tell me,” the prince said huskily. “How hard do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, parthena mou?”
The question made her turn rosy all over, and even though she wanted to look away and put as much distance between them—-
She couldn’t.
His gaze – his touch – imprisoned her, and sheer hunger for his touch bound Fawn to him in a way that even the strongest chains never could.
“How hard, Fawn?”
She closed her eyes.
His voice turned into a command. “Tell me.”
And somehow, she found herself obeying, choking out, “Hard. As hard as you—-aaah!” His fingers began pumping in and out of her, and Fawn’s world began to spin faster and faster.
Her nails raked his back. “Prince!” Hard. Fast. The way he was fucking her. The way things were spiraling out of her control.
But God, oh God, it felt so good—-
“Stop thinking, parthena mou, and just feel. Let me take away the pain, and you won’t ever be hurt again.” His other hand went under her skirt, and his fingers found her clit so easily it was like it had called out to him.
One finger pressed against her clit lightly, and her world spun even faster than it did while her hips began to move wildly.
“Surrender yourself to me,” the prince rasped. “Now.” He pinched her clit just as his fingers dove as deep as they could go into her pussy.
She came with a cry, and the world spun away from her, leaving her to shatter in his arms.
Her seduction, her destruction, her liberation...was complete.
He was her world now, and pain no longer existed.
****
The prince took over the way only the Prince of Darkness could, and she let him, mostly because he was right. If she allowed herself to question things, then she would start overthinking and hurting again.
And she didn’t want that.
They dined at an exclusive restaurant where there were no other people but them, and Fawn didn’t even bother asking why that was. The food was delicious, the prince solicitous. That was enough for her.
On the way back to his mansion, the prince told her of his plans. A random inspection would reveal a potentially dangerous water leak in her dorm room, which would thus be declared temporarily unlivable. Left with no choice, she would ask for an in-house position in the prince’s employ. As long as she stuck to this story, the prince said dulcetly, then no one would suspect a thing.
Just like that, she thought numbly, and the prince had effectively rewritten the rest of her life.
Upon arriving at the mansion, the prince whisked her straight up to the third floor and before she knew it, she was already in his room, and the prince was telling her he had to take care of a few matters in his study.
“I’ll come right back, parthena mou. Make yourself at home.”
And then he was gone.
Reality set in, and Fawn paled. It was as if his presence had been her own little cocoon, and for as long as he was around, she was able to exist without having to think or feel. But now that he was no longer by her side—-
Was this really happening?
Was she really going to be the prince’s lover?
Panic stirred inside her at the thought, and the fact that she was inside the prince’s suite made it worse. This had always been forbidden territory, and yet here she was now—-
Deep breaths, Fawn. Deep breaths. She looked around her slowly, hoping that her surroundings would calm her down, but when she realized what she was staring at, her panic only worsened and her head started to throb.
Either she was hallucinating or the prince’s bedroom was actually covered with floral wallpaper. Floral! Granted, the background was dark gray, the intricately drawn roses a nice shade of pearl, but still. Floral!
Something, perhaps instinct, made her slowly turn her eyes skywards, and her headache worsened. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, but there were actual murals painted on the twenty-foot-tall ceilings. Murals!
She turned towards the windows, and of course the curtains had to be made of damask, with heavy golden ropes to draw them. Her gaze slid farther down the room, where a majestic-looking rug covered the textured marble floors. It looked old enough to belong to a museum and expensive
