Author lethaliity
"You see, he can't make your body feel the way I can," he voiced, tightening his hold on my waist.
I shook my head. "I love him," I forced out. It was entirely a lie, but he couldn't know the truth.
"No, you don't," he said effortlessly. His lips pulled into a coy grin as he brought his mouth closer, next to my ear. "And even if you were with him, you'd think about me fucking you. Hm, wasn't it the thought of me that had you wet? Give up the act."
How the hell did he know?
"You're wrong." I tilted my chin up, looking up at him. I hope he didn't hear the panic in my voice. His dark eyes burned into my soul.
Without warning, he rammed his fingers into me that brought a moan to slip past my lips. I was forced to grip onto the bedsheets to keep steady, my hands fisting the linen.
"You're a terrible liar, Principessa," he concluded, smirking victoriously. "Quit acting like such a brat and just enjoy this."
