Page 98 of Broken Prince
“Not going to lie, seeing you get jealous and defensive over me...” He takes a few steps forward until he’s towering over me. “Has my cock harder than before.”
“I was not,” I mutter, crossing my arms. “And I’m not jealous.”
“Don’t lie to me, Sweetheart.” He cups my cheek. “I don’t like it.”
“For someone who shot those girls down, because they’re his students, you don’t seem to have that same mindset with me.”
“I don’t,” he agrees. “Because it’s different.”
“And how is it any different?”
“That's easy.” I shiver when he brushes his thumb against my cheek. The way he looks me in the eye has my belly erupting with butterflies. “They simply are not you.”
Damn it! Damn everything to hell. This man has made me into a fucking puddle of goo for him. Why do I want to lean into his touch, to do as he says just so I can hear him praise me, to hear all his pretty words?
Am I so eager for someone to love me that I’m willing to continue to throw out my pride?
When he leans down, capturing my lips with his, I don’t pull away. I melt into his body, moaning as he moves his lips, sweet and tender. I’m breathless when he pulls back, head spinning with pleasure.
“I’m gonna repeat what I said before, just so that you leave here with it fresh in your mind. I want you, Delaney, and I’ve accepted that I can’t get you out of my system. Not that I want to. So, you're simply mine. Again, I’ll give you time to adjust, to get used to the idea. But at the end of the day, we both know how this will end up.”
“And how’s that?”
He gives me a cocky smirk that makes my core weep. “With you in my bed and my ring on your finger.”
My eyes widen, and I gape at him. He can not be serious right now. This man has lost his mind.
He just chuckles, finding my reaction cute or something.
“Give me your phone,” he demands, holding out his hand.
“What? Why?” I ask, brows furrowed. He just stares at me until I pull it out of my pocket and hand it to him.
“Password?”
I go to take it back to unlock it for God knows what reason, but he pulls it back. “Password,” he repeats. Sighing in annoyance, I give him the pin. He does something on my phone before handing it back to me. Then he looks at his own phone and nods.
“What did you do?”
“Put my number in and texted myself, so I have yours.” He slips his phone into his back pocket. “Now, as much as I hate to leave, I have a meeting in ten on the other end of campus, and you have a meeting with the photography club if I’m not mistaken.”
“How do you know that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
He smiles with a chuckle. “I know a lot about you, Sweetheart. And I may have abused my power to find out your class schedule.”
“What are you? A stalker now?” I cross my arms with a raised brow.
“For you, maybe just a little.” He leans in to kiss my cheek before walking past me and out of the room.
I stand there, stunned. What is my life right now?
Taking a moment to get myself together, I head out for my first photography club meeting.
As I’m walking through campus my phone dings. Pulling it free, I see that it’s a text message. Unlocking my screen, I see it’s from Kai.
My belly swoops as I click on it.
Kai: Miss you already, Sweetheart. You better be my good girl, don’t be getting into any trouble.