Lone Prince (Royally Unexpected #7) - Lilian Monroe Page 0,40

brush my neck, teasing the sensitive skin all the way up to my jaw.

With a low growl, the Prince pulls away. “I love the way you say my name.”

I meet his gaze, my vision hazy with lust. “How do I say it?”

“Like you need me.”

“Easy, tiger.” I grin. “You’re tipping into arrogant asshole territory again.”

“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” With a grin, the Prince pulls me close. He rolls his hips toward me, letting me feel the length of him. I sigh, my eyes fluttering closed.

When he gently pushes me away, I let out a low whimper.

“On the bed,” the Prince commands. He spins me around and marches me to the side of the four-poster bed, watching as I climb on top the plush mattress. I lie back while he flicks the lamp on.

“I want to see your face when you come,” he says, flashing a grin at me. “See if it looks like what I’ve imagined.”

“You’re an ass,” I say, biting the tip of my finger. “It’s a good thing you’ve got that body to make up for it.”

The Prince grunts, scooping his hand underneath me to flip me over. He lays a smack across my ass as I yelp, laughing.

“You deserve a good spanking for speaking to your liege like that,” Wolfe says.

Glancing over my shoulder, I see his eyes darken. I turn around again, biting my lip. “Technically, I’m not from here, so you’re not my—”

In one lightning-fast motion, the Prince tugs my pants down to mid-thigh, throws me onto my stomach, and lays another smack across my ass. I squeal, breathless, my face mashing into the pillow as stinging pain flashes across my bare skin.

And…wow. Another sharp crack of his palm against my skin.

I like it.

Again.

“You’ll learn the proper way to speak to me,” he growls, laying his palm across my ass once more.

Yes. My yelps turn to moans and my back arches as I push my ass toward him. Dirty, dirty, dirty. I don’t even care. My pants are locking my thighs together and the Prince is spanking me like I’ve been bad, and oh, it feels good. Pleasure rips through my core as his hand slides over my stinging skin, softly, softly.

When I glance over my shoulder, Wolfe meets my gaze with a wicked grin on his lips. Sliding his hands between my legs, he lets out a soft groan. “You’re wet.”

I mumble something unintelligible in response. His hand is warm as it slides through my slick folds, teasing every sensitive inch of flesh. As I lie on my stomach, arching my back toward him, my cheeks burn.

This isn’t what I expected to happen when we came here, but I don’t want it to stop. The Prince teases my opening, sliding a finger inside me as I moan.

He feels good. His other hand slides over my bare skin, caressing the red imprints left by his hand. Teasing the edges of my lower lips. Spreading me wider and sending more fire racing through my veins.

When he slides his finger out of me, I let out a whine. He chuckles, tugging my pants all the way down my legs.

“Turn around,” he commands.

I comply. Lying on my back, I watch him kneel between my legs, his eyes hanging low as I wiggle toward him. I reach for his waistband, but he catches my hand.

“Stay there,” he says. Gruff. Commanding. He takes my wrist, pinning it above my head. With his other hand, he skates his palm over my stomach and tugs my shirt up and off. He unclasps my bra and tosses it aside, feasting his eyes on my naked body.

I love the way he looks at me. How he licks his lips and lets out a soft growl. How his fingers leave the barest whisper of a touch over my sensitive skin, teasing the edge of my breast, circling my nipples, drifting all the way down to my heated core.

“You have a beautiful body,” the Prince says. He grips my thighs with his hands, pushing them wider. He lets out a soft groan as he stares at me, completely open for him.

“Touch yourself.” His voice is low and confident, leaving no room for hesitation.

Am I weak for wanting to listen? Is it wrong that I want to watch his face as I touch myself? I want to do whatever he tells me.

I let my hand drift down my abdomen, pausing just above my mound. The Prince inhales sharply as my fingertips tease my slit, barely