I walk out of the pool house, sending waves of heat down to my core. When I jump into the pool, even the cold water doesn’t cool me down.
Prince Luca makes me want to be naughty. He makes me ready for everything. It’s like he’s unlocked a part of me that I didn’t even know existed.
The fact that he hasn’t complained about my boundaries makes me feel even more comfortable with him. Over the past three and a half weeks, I’ve never felt pressured or embarrassed around him. I’ve always felt like I’m in control of what happens, and that he respects my desires to take it slow. It makes me want to give myself to him… I just need to find the courage to do it.
Dragging my fingers through the water in the pool, I turn back to look at the pool house, gasping when I see the sight before me.
Prince Luca’s naked body fills the doorway. A flush creeps up my neck as my gaze drops down between his legs, where his hand is wrapped around his very thick, very long, very beautiful cock.
Would that thing even fit inside me?
“You’re killing me, Poison,” he breathes, glancing at the big house. He slides into the water with me, inhaling sharply at the cold. I swim over to him, hooking my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. I can feel his length pinned between us, and it sends a shiver of excitement through me.
The Prince closes his eyes for a moment, letting his hands drift down my back under water. With my face nuzzled into his neck, I gather the courage to ask him something that’s been on my mind since I felt him come in the yacht. Something we haven’t done, even in the dark corners of the castle when we feel each other up.
“Luca,” I say softly.
“Yeah, Poison?”
“I want to see what it looks like when you come.” My voice is barely a whisper. My lips brush against his neck when I talk, and for a beat, I’m not even sure if he heard me.
The Prince’s hands tighten around my waist. “You want me to masturbate in front of you?”
I nod, not trusting my voice to answer. His hardness throbs between us, and the Prince’s hand slips forward to rest against my chest. He pulls away from me, forcing me to look at him. His fingers caress the base of my neck as he searches my face.
I can feel my face heating up, and I’m pretty sure my skin is fire-engine red.
The Prince exhales, shaking his head. “That’s probably the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
22
Margot
The ceiling fan goes around, and around, and around. I haven’t slept. As the first rays of sunshine start to pierce the sky, I roll onto my side and stare at Prince Beckett’s sleeping shape.
I shouldn’t have slept with him. I know I shouldn’t have.
But I’m weak, and I was lonely. After watching Prince Luca’s keynote speech for the mental health tour, I felt empty. Prince Luca was distant, as usual, and he left me as soon as he could. His disinterest stings, as pathetic as that is to admit.
Then, Beckett showed up at my house. Am I going to say no to a handsome Prince who shows up at my doorstep with a nice bottle of wine?
Apparently not.
Sighing, I rub my eyes with the base of my hands.
I know why I did it—I’m slowly spiraling out of control. It’s because of that little white envelope at the back of my closet, behind a stack of old sweaters that I haven’t worn in years.
It’s still sealed, and it still tortures me.
Maybe sleeping with Prince Beckett was a way of trying to distract myself. I’m looking for something that will make me feel good.
The thought almost makes me laugh, but I don’t want to wake him up, so I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the sound.
Of course it didn’t make me feel good. I haven’t had an orgasm in three years—not with a partner or by myself. There’s something in my mind that stops me from being able to let go.
Maybe I’m just broken.
Prince Beckett groans, sighing softly in his sleep as he shifts in bed and turns toward me. His eyes stay closed, a soft snore escaping his nose.
I can’t take this anymore. When the envelope first arrived, I was too scared to look at the results of the test. I lied to Ivy,