Page 73 of Stolen Princess

I blink up at him. “How does a person go from living one reality to another that’s diametrically opposed? If I’m her, I was a baby when I was taken. I don’t know the royal family. I know my mother. I love her, despite the things she’s done. I can’t make sense of that either, but I do.”

“Parents do horrible things, and yet we still strive to earn and keep their love.”

“That sounds like experience.”

He runs the tip of his finger up and down my sternum between my breasts, his gaze focused on the moment. “I didn’t have a good childhood, and I wanted to hide that part of myself from everyone.”

“I’m afraid I became Genevieve instead of Desta because my mother wanted to hide that part of me from everyone.”

He dips and kisses me, but the questions still remain.

“Why are you here, Ferrin, if not for the tiara?” He said he came back for me, but what does that mean? There are a lot of ways that could be construed, and if it turns bad, he could simply say I inferred something that wasn’t there.

He looks away, but he’s smirking. “I came back for the sex.”

I snort and smack his shoulder. “Well, now that I got what I wanted from that and you saved my life again, you can go.”

His smile grows, and the dimple in his chin is annoyingly sexy and distracting. “I should.”

“Then why are you smiling?”

“Because I must be insane. I’ve never come back for anyone. Certainly not a woman I met three days ago.” He twists his head, and his eyes drag along me. “This might get me killed or sent to prison, but I want to stay with you. At least through the festival. That was the original deal, right?”

My heart skips a beat. “It was.”

His finger trails lower, dipping into my belly button before finding the top of my mound. He cups my pussy, holding it possessively yet gently. “Are you sore?”

“No.” Not a lot, anyway.

“No?” His eyebrows lift.

“Don’t look so disappointed.”

“I feel like I didn’t fuck you very well if your pussy doesn’t hurt at least a little.”

I shrug. “I have nothing to compare it to, so until I start fucking other guys, you’re the best I’ve had. But I’m not sure that’s a ringing endorsement.”

He flicks my breast before he pinches my nipple until I yelp.

“I shouldn’t care, princess. I don’t care. I never care.” His gaze rises back to mine, and he rolls over on top of me. His hands meet the bed on either side of me, and his hard cock rubs my pussy lips. I spread my thighs to give him better access. “I fucked with your head. I know I did. I’m good at it. I fuck with everyone’s head, and I make no apologies for it because I like it. I like the chaos, and I like the control, and I like knowing that they’re at my mercy. But you…”

He swallows and looks down as he slides his cock back inside of me. I arch, and my eyes momentarily close. I’m wet, but there’s friction, and like his mind fuck, he makes no apologies. He starts to pump in and out of me. “You were an innocent. Not part of any scheme. You’d done nothing to earn my mind fuck.”

His breath tumbles out as he holds himself up and fucks me. My legs come onto the bed, my knees bent. An invitation.

“You were this beautiful thing. All sweet smiles and honesty and desperation. But so fucking brave. You were fearless in going after what you wanted. You made me smile and laugh and let my guard down. No one has done that. Not ever. Not even once. You knew who I was: a thief, a killer, a monster who manipulates. But you didn’t care. You seemed to like me anyway. Then you kissed me. No, you begged me to kiss you,” he corrects before he dips and kisses me, only to right himself and continue to thrust. “I sure as fuck don’t deserve this, but I want it. I want you. When I left, I couldn’t stand it. I felt guilty and was worried about you. How have you done this to me? It’s only been three days, princess, and with you, I’ve become unrecognizable.”

He drops on me and forces my legs around his waist and my arms over my head. He holds my wrists with one hand and pumps into me, sliding his cock in and out, gaining speed as he goes.

“Oh god,” I whimper and bite my lip.

He smirks. “Sore, aren’t you, you little liar?”

I nod, breathless. “Maybe not so sweet and good after all.”

His teeth capture my bottom lip, and he drags it until it slips free. “You’re even better. So fucking hot. So fucking tight.”

He lowers his body until he’s flush with me. Then he pulls out and back in, slowing himself down for three strokes. He’s feeling me. Nose to nose and lips to lips, I feel every inch of his cock as he moves it in and out. He kisses me, a hard, swirling torrent of tongue and lips.