His Stolen Princess - MINK Page 0,13

these moments when the only thing I can focus on is him. He seems to be able to chase it off.

“You want to hear about the men I’ve been with, Cato?” I lift up on my elbows. I have no idea where this bravado is coming from. The way his eyes are eating me up, you’d think I was a real temptress and not someone full of shit that has no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never tried to seduce a man. I’ve never even been with a man.

What is turning me on most of all is the jealousy he can’t hide. It’s all over his face. The way his body strains to maintain control does something to me. I oddly love it. It makes me feel powerful for once. It doesn't matter if I’m the one on the bed below, I still have something over Cato. I’m not sure many others can say the same. If any.

He snatches me by the ankle. “I don’t care about the other men you’ve been with. They might care about me, though.” He gives me a wicked smile.

“Are you going to track them all down and tell them what a big, bad man you are?” I taunt. “Don’t you have better things to do?”

He yanks. I let out a surprised scream. My ass hangs off the side of the bed. My heart does something funny when he kisses the bottom of my foot over the bandage.

“I do have better things to do.” He drops to his knees, then presses a kiss to my foot where I’d wrapped it. It’s almost too gentle for a man like him, but it only piques my interest more. When he’s done, he’s not gentle anymore as he spreads my thighs apart with his big hands.

I should stop him. I let this go too far. I was only supposed to be teasing him. But now I can’t stop.

My body has taken over and it wants what Cato has promised. All I can think about is the feel of his fingers as they slide down my thigh. “Fuck you hard? Yes, I will fuck this sweet cunt rough and deep one day.”

My clit starts to throb. I bite the inside of my cheek so that I don’t moan. It’s almost unbearable.

“Lioness, you don’t have to try and hide that you want me to touch you. I can see that for myself. Your cunt is begging for my mouth.”

I can feel the wetness for myself. More heat rushes to my face.

“Don’t think I’ll beg,” I grit out. My mind is begging me to do just that. I have no control over my body. It’s screaming for release.

“Beg? I’m quite sure I’m the one on his knees.”

Something inside me cracks. I’m the one that’s supposed to be seducing him. Why does it suddenly feel like it’s the other way around?

“Cato.” I breathe his name. I have no words for what I’m feeling. I don’t even understand it.

“No, I’d never ask you to beg for this. Though you might beg me to stop. You asked for this when you taunted me with my own men. When you threatened to give this perfect pussy to someone else. Remember that, lioness,” he says before he buries his face between my thighs.

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Cato

She doesn’t fight me as I devour her, and her wetness doesn’t lie. She wants this as badly as I do. Even so, I take it from her, using my tongue, my teeth, and my lips to cover her cunt and lash her clit. I want her to remember this, to remember my mouth like a brand on her pink flesh.

So I suck down all her sweetness, then push my tongue inside her. She gasps, her hands fisting the blanket as I growl against her flesh. I must have her, and I won’t be denied. Not when she’s gone to such lengths to tease and defy me.

I press harder against her, shoving my tongue deeper and staking my claim. She moans as I pull out and focus on her clit. I slide two fingers into her wet slit and spread them, making room for my cock. She needs it just like she needs a reddened ass for flaunting her beautiful body with her door open. Just the thought of my men seeing her sparks a rage in me.

Pulling back, I take my palm and slap her wet cunt.

She yowls and tries to sit up, but I shove her down.

“You will never show these tits