Page 47 of His Prince

“You’re my husband.”

“Unfortunately.”

He sighs and pulls the flower from his hair, plucking the petals off and throwing them onto the ground. I watch as they flutter, land, and start to shrivel.

“Will you let this go?” he asks aftera moment.

“No.”

“Of course you won’t. You don’t give a shit about me.”

I don’t answer that because truthfully, I don’t give a shit about anyone.

“Fine. I’ll think about it. But expect to be disappointed. I don’t want your dick anywhere near me.”

“That wasn’t how you felt last night,” I retort, remembering how his hand felt against me, how his mouth felt even better.

He scoffs, blushing so red it bleeds down his neck and up to his ears.

“That was just hate. Pure and simple.”

I let him brush past me, his arm hitting mine as he walks away.

“I’ll let you know tonight.”

“Looking forward to it, little devil.”

11

ANGEL

My mind is all over the place, Mikhail’s request playing over and over in my mind. Sex wasn’t mentioned in the contract, aside from the standard consummation, but monogamy was.

The fact he tried to break it with that woman…

I feel angry all over again.

But at the same time, my body wants it.

I used to have these notions of romance, of love. But now I realize that was all fanciful, naïve. There’s no such thing. It’s all a fantasy.

The only things that are real are sex and the pleasure it can give me.

As I plant the geraniums and the Shasta daisies, I let myself ponder his gruff request earlier. Casey and Felix notice that I’m a thousand miles away as they work beside me, but there’s no way in hell I’m telling them anything. This is between Mikhail and me.

Would it really be so bad to let him fuck me?

I would at least be getting something from this marriage.

Mikhail will never love me, but maybe I can at least find some kind of sexual satisfaction.

I bite down on my bottom lip and think of all the ways this could go wrong.

I could end up catching feelings.

I could grow addicted to his dick, his body.

Leaning back on my heels, I close my eyes, tilt my head up to the sky, and let the rays of sun warm my face. Nothing provides clarity anymore. Everything is a jumbled mess.