With her denim shorts and unconventional trainers, it’s like she’s stuck at that point between girl-hood and teenage-hood.
The only difference, there’s nothing immature about her petite figure. She has soft curves and a tiny waist that fit perfectly in my palm earlier.
In the beginning, I planned to play around with her, push her buttons and then pass her around for the team.
After learning her last name, she became my prey for the night.
Screwing Clifford’s princess means one thing: pissing Uncle off.
And I live to piss Uncle the fuck off and see how he looks at me like I’m a rock in his shoe.
The failure.
The king without a crown.
The family’s black sheep.
I’m just giving him one more reason to hate me — aside from the grand finale I have planned for his favourite holiday home.
I pat my thigh. “Come here, princess.”
She swallows, the sound echoing in the silence surrounding us. Clifford glances between me and the door for a fraction of a second.
They say the human brain is wired for snap decisions.
It’s funny how people make mistakes thinking they’re the right choices.
Like Clifford princess for instance.
Her brain is obviously telling her to run. Deep down, we can all sense danger, but not everyone focuses enough to relate to their basic instincts.
I should probably thank chess and Uncle’s tyrannical upbringing for making me so aware of my surroundings.
Clifford’s princess either missed some aristocratic lessons from her lord father or she simply doesn’t give a fuck.
It’d be so interesting if it were the last.
With one deep breath, she abandons the door and takes tentative steps in my direction, red creeping up her neck.
She stops in front of me, rubbing her arm, and looking down at me through her thick lashes. I grab her wrist, and she moans, her eyes fluttering closed.
I pause before yanking her to my lap and fucking her senseless.
When she moaned earlier, I thought it was a show or some seduction technique.
I stand up and tilt her chin up with my thumb and forefinger, staring straight into her dilated pupils.
No wonder she’s a puddle whenever I touch her. She’s pumped with E.
I push her away and she releases a tiny gasp, her eyes snapping open.
“W-what?”
“I don’t do druggies. Run along.”
Her brows draw together as if she’s offended. “I’m not a druggie.”
“Says every druggie.”
She tilts her chin up in defiance. “You can’t tell me what I’m not.”
Huh. Interesting.
She has the attitude that comes with the princess title.
My hand wraps around her waist under the T-shirt so it’s my skin to her heated one. Even with one hand, she fits so fucking perfectly. My fingers creep up near her ribs and I stroke the skin until a shudder goes through her.
“This feels good, princess?”
“Oh God, yes.” Her eyes flutter closed as she steps so close, I smell lilac on her. “More.”
That’s what every druggie says.
I know that, should’ve said that.
But I’m caught in how her lips part, accentuating the pink teardrop in the middle. She’s so aroused, I don’t only feel it in the tremors and her heated body, but I can smell it in the air.
I’m tempted to yank her top, bend her over and fuck her until she forgets her name and screams mine.
But I meant it. I don’t do druggies.
Clifford’s princess stares up at me and bites down on the corner of her lip. My pelvis crashes against her lower stomach as she moves up and down against my jeans.
My dick hardens as she moans, “Please, more.”
Fuck me.
Maybe I can make an exception this time. I’m corrupted enough as it is.
Before I give in to my demons, I snap, “Out.”
When she stares at me with that slight blush, eyes shining with innocence and pain, a sick thought remains in my mind.
I want to ruin her.
Complicate her.
Crush her innocence.
Then watch it all burn.
But again, that’s what I feel about most beautiful things.
If my soul is black, why does the world need colours?
I grab her arm and drag her towards the back door. Her lips part as she struggles to keep up with my strides. When I open the back door and throw her outside, her lips part.
She wobbles towards me. “No, wait —”
I shut the door in her face, muting all the foggy chaos that erupted because of her presence.
Tonight isn’t the time, but it will come.
Clifford’s princess and I will have another duel once she’s sober and can handle me.