Brushing his mouth against her ear, he whispered invitingly, “Shall I make the pain go away again, parthena mou?”
She whimpered.
“You want it, don’t you?” He began to rub his cock up and down against her, and the folds of her pussy started to swell.
Fawn’s teeth sank into her bottom lip. “N-no.” And she had to say that. It was the only right answer, the only thing she could say that wouldn’t make her—-
“You’re lying,” the prince said softly.
She felt the prince’s mouth move over her cheek.
“But it’s alright.” The prince’s lips touched her forehead. “I don’t plan to touch you tonight.” He rolled away the second time, saying levelly, “I want you too much.”
Just when she was about to feel rejected, his last words made her heart skip a beat, and Fawn winced at the realization of how much power the prince seemed to wield over her. He only had to say a word, and her mood would be swinging like a pendulum.
“Is that a bad thing?” she whispered. “Wanting me?”
“Right now...it is.” She felt the bed dip as the prince turned to lie on his side, facing her. A shaft of moonlight touched his face, and she saw the way his emerald green eyes were focused on her completely.
“In this case, it’s pretty easy to understand how your mind works, parthena mou. The moment I let myself touch you, I won’t be able to control myself. But if something happens between us tonight, you’ll wake up hating yourself tomorrow.” The prince paused. “Won’t you?”
Oh. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Shouldn’t I?” If something did happen tonight, it wouldn’t be rape. She swallowed. “I’m just like them, aren’t I?”
“No. You’re not.” The prince’s tone was succinct.
“How do you know—-”
“Because if you were, then we would have been fucking for months now.”
“Prince.” His words made complete sense, and yet – did really he have to put it that way?
“Just relax and go to sleep, parthena mou. Nothing will happen, much to my...conana’s dismay.”
She cringed. “Will you never let me hear the end of that?”
“It depends.” The prince’s tone was lazy. “Do you think you’ll be able to say the word co—-”
“No!” She knew she was being downright silly, but she didn’t care. Something told her that if she allowed herself to say the word—-
It would be completely over for her.
“Are you certain? It’s just one word,” the prince cajoled. “C-o-c-k.”
“I just can’t.” But she was laughing this time. At the same moment, the prince reached for her, his fingers twining with hers, and Fawn stilled.
“What?” the prince bristled.
“You’re holding my hand,” Fawn said dumbly.
The prince’s teeth gnashed together. Trust Fawn to say what was embarrassingly obvious.
“Why are you—-”
“Stop saying it,” the prince cut her off irritably. “You’re just making me feel more juvenile.” His fingers tightened around her. “It’s all I can let myself touch. Okay?”
Silence.
Then—-
“You’re so sweet,” Fawn blurted out.
The prince’s grip started to tighten painfully.
“I mean, sweetly...cruel?”
Ah, if only he could kill her without hurting her. “Just stop talking,” the prince said grimly. “You’re only going to make it worse every time you open your mouth.”
A full minute of silence passed.
“Prince?”
He knew it. She wouldn’t be able to shut up. She never had been able to, so why did he even think this time would be different?
“I’m sleeping.”
“I just want to say—-”
“Don’t say it.”
“—-thank you for being so nice.”
Dammit. He could feel color staining his cheeks at the sweet sincerity in her voice, and his balls started to ache at the need to have that sweetness surround his cock. Glaring at her in the dark as the need for revenge filled him, he said darkly, “Thank me with your body tomorrow.”
Fawn gasped.
“Make sure you scream really hard while you’re at it.”
Another gasp.
“And while we’re at it, I also want you to say, I want your conana every time I thrust—-”
“Oh my God, I’m going to sleep.” She flipped to the other side, turning her back on the prince, and grabbed the ends of her pillow to cover both her ears.
But the prince wasn’t finished. “Yes, you should have as much sleep as you can since I won’t let you sleep a wink tomorrow night. I’m going to explore every inch of your pussy, and you’re going to suck my conana—-”
“LA, LA, LA!” She sang off tune to drown the sound of his words.
The prince laughed. “Good night, parthena mou.”
“You’re evil,” Fawn mumbled. “Everyone in this stupid house is evil.”
“Sweet dreams.”
“Evil.”
But a minute later, and the prince actually heard Fawn