like wine running through my veins. It’s been years since anyone’s touch drove me to madness like this. A third finger slips inside, and then he curves it inward ruthlessly, biting down on my breast as I yell to the ceiling.
“Come for me.”
At the sound of his voice, an explosion triggers through my body. My pussy clenches hard around his fingers, and I let out a wail Liam quickly silences with his mouth. The wave seems endless. I feel him sliding in and out, my walls tight around him.
I just let some guy finger me in the backseat of a car. My cheeks burn when I think about how loud I was and the thin partition separating us. No doubt the driver heard my voice. He heard me as I asked my prince to make me come.
Oh, Daisy. How far you have fallen.
Liam kisses me hard, and his lips trail down my neck, pausing here and there to claim me with a bite. It’s fucking hot. I lie in his arms in a stupor as he drags his wet hand from my thigh. Then he slides one of his fingers into his mouth and sucks my juices from it.
Dirty.
The car shudders to a halt, and suddenly his guards have surrounded both sides of it. Liam snatches my panties from the floor and tucks them into his jacket. Then I notice the very obvious and huge erection straining against his khakis. He looks down at it with a hopeless smile.
“Shit.”
It’s fun watching Liam trying to hide his massive cock from his guards as we walk back to his tower, but at the same time I can’t help but feel like I’m doing my own walk of shame. Darkness wrestles inside my chest as we disappear within Liam’s giant suite. He closes the doors to the suite after I walk inside to sit on my bed. It feels cold. I wrap my arms around myself.
He leans across the doorway, dangling my panties on his fingers. “Looking for these?”
I almost fucked another man.
“No, no, no,” he chimes when I try to grab them. He lifts them out of my reach.
“Seriously?”
“You didn’t say the magic words: Please, my prince.”
I roll my eyes at him, turning around. “I have other panties. You can knock yourself out with that one.”
He smirks, balling them in his hand. “Really?”
Whatever.
I yank open the top drawer of my dresser and find myself staring down at an empty wooden box. All my panties and bras—gone.
“What the hell did you do with them?”
“I may have misplaced them.”
“You do not get to go through my things and steal them for a stupid prank!”
My yell cuts off into a shaky whisper as Liam takes my waist. He slips his hands underneath my dress to caress my thighs.
“It’s not a prank. This is how I want you.”
He grabs my ass.
“I-I’m not your whore.”
He makes a tutting sound. “We’re engaged. Of course you’re not.”
“It’s not real! We’re not—you’re supposed to have boundaries.”
“Fuck them.”
My back touches the wall as he lifts me, my dress riding up my legs. His cock looks like it’s going to burst through his khakis. A thrill runs through me as he leans closer.
“I want my clothes back, Liam.”
“You’ll get them back after giving me sexual favors.”
My heart pounds against my chest. “Is this a game to you?”
“Kind of?”
“You’re the Prince of Anglefell. The whole world is watching us, and if they see you’re some sex-crazed pervert, no one’s going to take you seriously.”
“There aren’t any cameras in this place, love. Unless, of course, you’re into that kind of thing. It’s a bit kinky for my taste.”
“Oh shut up.”
He laughs, squeezing my ass while my face burns. “You’re so fucking uptight. Take a joke.”
“This isn’t a joke to me!” I yell in his face. “I have the whole country demanding my head, and I’m about to marry an obnoxious prince whose sole purpose in life is to annoy Daddy.”
My heels slam into the ground as Liam releases me and backs away. The absence of him stings unexpectedly, like the cool air after a hot shower. He marches out the door without sparing me a backward glance.
I think I’ve actually gotten to Prince Liam.
Four
TEA GAFFES: Ditsy Daisy Shocks Patrons at Betty’s Tea Café
Liam
“Pull!”
Another red disc shatters into thousands of pieces as I aim my shotgun and pull the trigger. The blast knocks the butt of the gun into my shoulder.
“Pull! Pull!”
The gunshots crash through the earplugs as I shoot each in quick succession. I