“I’m not laughing,” he says, plainly straining with the effort. “You have to admit, it’s pretty clever.”
“Where I come from, cunt is the absolute worst insult you can give a woman. It is demeaning. It’s crass.”
“Says the girl who calls me a motherfucker.”
“That’s not even on the same level as cunt!”
“It’s not considered very offensive here. Honest to God. I call my mates cunts all the time.”
“Just like the English,” I quip back.
Hazel eyes narrow at me in an expression of extreme disapproval, and then he slides over the seats. “I tolerated that once. I won’t tolerate it again.”
His thighs touch mine as frustration builds in my chest. “Okay, this denial that your culture strongly mirrors Britain’s is extremely ridiculous.”
“We take our tea very fucking seriously,” he snarls. “That doesn’t make us English.”
“Come on.”
“There is more to being English than drinking tea. You might as well call Chinese people English too.”
“What, then?” I say in a voice so loud, the walls of the car boom. “What’s so different about you?”
“I’m a prince with actual power, unlike the monarchy in Britain.”
Suddenly, the weight of his hand falls on my knee, and he squeezes. My heart slams into my chest. His heavy arm slips around my shoulders, his fingers playing with my skin.
“I can do anything I want, fuck any girl I please. No one may refuse me without consequences.”
Boldly, his hand touches my thigh, moving under the wool dress. His fingers are soft, like a highborn’s should be, but his touch is rough. Everything he’s done annoys me. Everything except this.
“That just makes you a bully.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I open my mouth immediately to say yes, but my body screams no. It wants all the filthy things the Dirty Prince keeps promising.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
He turns my head, and once again I submit to his touch without even thinking. His eager, scorching hot mouth descends over mine. I clench hard as Liam touches my panties. God, it’s like fire running through my veins. Haven’t been touched in so long. I sigh into his mouth, giving in to the desire pounding through my body. I just want—I just want—
Then he reaches up, grabbing the edge of my panties to pull them down, and I lift myself up to help him. Suddenly my underwear is dangling between my knees. They fall down my calves, and Liam’s hand returns to my inner thigh. The heat blazes between our skin, and I feel the smile on his lips. The cocksure grin, indicating he knows he’s won. Well, fuck him. He hasn’t won anything.
He touches me.
I moan into his mouth at the sudden jolt of electricity firing from his fingertips into my pussy. He slides his finger between my legs, slipping in. It’s wet, and I want him. Just fuck me already. A hot gust of breath burns my lips before he devours me again, sucking my lip in his mouth to bite as he slides two fingers inside. I let out a gasp that he swallows. They’re both so hard. He thrusts, anchoring deep inside me. I close my thighs around his hand, squeezing him shamelessly.
I kiss him back with abandon. He opens his mouth as I slide my tongue inside, kissing me back while fingering my pussy. The car is filled with my moans and Liam’s deep breaths.
Not big enough. God, I want to come, but—
Liam breaks the kiss, his face beautifully flushed. “Do you want me to make you come?”
I want to come. I want something thicker than the fingers thrusting inside me.
“Yes.”
“Then you’ll beg your prince for it.”
Me? Beg?
I can’t count the amount of times I’ve begged for sex, because it’s never fucking happened. He can’t be serious.
I buck my hips, trying to grind against his hand, and he bends his neck to kiss my chest. Then his heated mouth trails a blaze of kisses to the swell of my breast. He pulls the stretchy material of the dress aside, exposing my nipple. I cry out as the wet heat touches the sensitive skin, and then his finger twist inside me, thrusting hard.
“Say it, love.”
The fact he’s a bastard doesn’t seem to matter when his lips attach to my nipple, and his tongue flicks across the hard bud. He rides against my clit, pumping hard. I’m teetering so close to the edge that I give in.
“Please make me come.”
“Please what?”
“My prince. Make me come, please!”
His mouth closes over my breast, and he sucks hard. The ecstasy is