Forbidden Honor (Dragon Royals #1)(54)

My lips felt bee-stung, and I couldn’t imagine stopping. I wanted more of him.

He’ll just be a story to tell if I ever find a way back to my normal life.

And other lies I tell myself…

He hitched my skirt up, his hands caressing my hip through the fabric, then finding my bare thigh—I jerked in response, flooded with sensation as his bare skin met mine—and then I didn’t want to think about my own lies anymore.

I gripped his hard length through his pants, trying to seem more confident than I was, and he yanked at my dress, groaning in exasperation at the buttons. He wrenched the material in his impatience.

“Careful,” I warned, pushing his hands away. “I’m not rich like you are. I can’t afford to replace this.”

I began pulling off the dress myself; I always left a few buttons undone, looking careless, so I could change quickly. As I started to pull the bodice down, I realized he had paused.

“Honor. Are you sure you want to do this?” He sounded calm and reasoned, and that didn’t seem fair when I was half-naked.

I frowned up at him. Suddenly I felt ridiculous, standing in front of the heir to the kingdom half-bare, while he looked untouched. “You seemed really sure a minute ago. What’s made you stop now?”

He leaned against the wall, looking entirely too comfortable with the conversation. “I’m not entirely sure it’s fair, given the differences between the two of us.”

“Why, do you mean the part where you’re rich and powerful and royal-blooded and I’m a housemaid?” My voice came out hot.

“Yes.” He remained calm and reasoned and an absolute bastard.

“I didn’t realize you had ethics when it came to your dick.”

It was the second time a wounded look had passed over his face. “I’ve never had sex with someone from the lower classes before.”

“Even though I’m sure they’d be lining up just like the noble girls.”

“Yes, even so,” he said dryly.

“I know what I want right now. I know what the consequences are. I know that nothing is going to come from this. And I don’t want anything from you but a good dicking.” I wrapped my hand around the hard length in his pants.

His eyes narrowed in response, his breath giving.

I wasn’t sure if I was telling him the truth or not. But it sounded good. And I didn’t want the space that had suddenly grown between us. I was being cock-blocked by the prince’s newly discovered ethics.

I was starting to think I hadn’t understood the princes. The arrogant way they presented themselves to the world wasn’t exactly the truth. They were assholes, but they were complicated assholes.

“If you’re sure,” he said, and before I could say anything else, he kissed me as if he were going to devour me.

His hand threaded through my hair, holding my face steady as his lips caressed mine. He nipped my lower lip, and when my lips opened in shock, his tongue plunged into mine. He kissed me as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

And all the while his hands were busy tearing off my clothes. He was just as adept with women’s buttons as I’d expected, but it was nice that he’d felt so fevered for me for a moment that he’d been stymied by my ridiculous clothing.

He studied every inch of my skin as he worked the dress down over my hips, exposing my small breasts, my nipples sharp as pink pebbles. I stared at his face, wondering what was going on behind his cool demeanor.

He looked back to my face, his hands pausing on my hips. Concern seemed to flicker in those amber eyes. “Your first time should be special.”

I regarded him skeptically. He’d gotten me down to my panties only to pause. “Don’t quit on me again.”

“No, I’m not. I just have to make it a time that you won’t regret too much.”

“You’re really selling your skills here, buddy.”

The dress whispered down my legs. He lifted me abruptly from the pool of fabric, throwing me over his shoulder. I let out a gasp of surprise, finding myself with his arm pinning my legs to his chest, his hard shoulder digging into my stomach.

He laid me on his bed, leaned over and kissed my lips. When he pulled away, I came with him, my hands twined around his neck.

He slipped out of my grip and pressed my knees open, already yanking my panties off. There was a distinct tearing sound of fabric. He said quickly, “I’ll buy you another pair.”

“You knew I was about to scold you.”

“You can try. I’m not going to listen.” He thrust the panties into his pocket.

I gazed up at him suspiciously. “What are you going to do with those?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Do you keep souvenirs from all your conquests?”

“Maybe.”

I let it go; I could easily steal my panties back when I was cleaning his room. I’d seen his thighs shaking from orgasm as he fucked a girl in the library; I’d chosen to enter his depraved little world despite all due warning.

He quickly skimmed off his tunic and trousers. I watched him appreciatively as his body emerged from what clothing had covered it. Then he pushed my knees apart, grabbed me around the thighs and yanked me toward him.

As his lips dipped lower and closer to my pussy, I squirmed in confusion. “What are you doing?”