Liam’s face snaps to the side as the cell cracks with the sound of my palm slapping his cheek. Horrified, I watch his face bloom with red a second time. He doesn’t scream for a guard. He doesn’t even frown.
Why the hell is he looking at me like that?
Then I look down at his lap to see his rapidly stiffening cock.
“Like I said. Foreplay.”
After promising I wouldn’t be held for much longer, Liam left my cell with his erection on full display. I can’t really be too angry about today. In just a few hours, I gained a ton of fodder for my Anglefell article. Sure, most of it’s tabloid material, but it’s still interesting.
Prince Liam’s Bondage Fetish.
I can just imagine my whole class crying with laughter over me being sexually harassed by the Dirty Prince. When you travel to a place ruled by an oppressive regime, you expect their enforcers to be a little bit scarier. More than anything, Liam just seems like an arrogant but mostly harmless ass.
And quite a sexy ass at that.
Don’t even start.
A sick part of me wonders how many hits my blog would get if I published an insider’s account on what it’s like to fuck Prince Liam. I laugh to myself thinking of all the outrageous comments I would get, but I know if I ever touched him, I’d never tell a soul. Bragging about fucking a celebrity really isn’t something I’d ever do. Casual sex is even less my thing. One-night stands are like eating McDonald’s. It’s cheap, fast, and convenient, but when you’re done you feel worse than you did before. Liam’s promise of quick, hot fuck makes my heart clench as though there’s a fist squeezing me.
When I enjoy a ray of sunshine on my skin, it feels like a betrayal of the man I loved who can’t and won’t ever feel again. Ben will never feel the warmth of the sun or the heat of passion from a lover’s kiss. Why should I get to when he can’t? I lie down so the hardness distracts me from the pain in my chest. It fades away like the light on the wall.
I spend the rest of the time committing every detail in Anglefell’s dungeon to memory: the hairline crack running along the wall, the stainless-steel toilet, the concrete slab making my back ache, and the smooth bars. Guards occasionally patrol the mostly empty hallways, peering inside my cell unpleasantly. Damn, I’m starting to get pretty bored. There will be plenty to write later, but mostly I just want to get out of here and head back to the B&B where the rotund, friendly owner will be waiting for me with a hot meal.
When I first arrived at the Glenade Guest House, Tom greeted me with such sincere enthusiasm that I couldn’t help but feel my spirits brighten. I don’t know what I expected when my cab dropped me there. It was hard to believe the pictures that flashed across my screen when I looked up the place. Against a blue-gray sky stood a cottage whose stone walls were a pleasant, mild yellow. Surrounded by lush greenery and potted plants, it looked like a cute little gem among a row of similar-looking homes in a typical English village. Everything I read about Anglefell clashed with this picture of idyllic beauty, and for a moment my mission to expose the island’s ruthless monarchy felt a little silly. It feels a little silly even now. What have I learned except that Prince Liam is an immature ass?
Damn it, this is uncomfortable. My shoulder and back pound from lying on this rock-hard bed, so I stand up. Where the hell is he? Should I ask the guards?
The door to the dungeon opens with a sudden bang, which is followed by several pairs of footsteps. Then my cell door opens, the bars sliding under my hands, and I step back, fear needling my heart without me really knowing why. Prince Liam walks in front of my cell, surrounded by three guards. The humor vanishes from his eyes. It’s eerie watching the bars move over his hardened face.
“What’s going on?”
Liam’s guards remain posted at the entrance as he ducks inside, Liam’s face still frozen with that expression of uncharacteristic seriousness.
“You should not be alone with the prisoner, Your Highness.”
Irritated, he glances over his shoulder. “I think I can handle one little girl.”