Page 52 of His Prince

While he showers, I take a washcloth and wipe myself up carefully, palpably feeling the sting of being fucked. My stomach clenches and I feel a tingle of desire pulse through me before I tamp it down.

I will repress this. For my own sanity.

Nothing good comes from dreaming, from imagining things that aren’t there.

I’ve learned.

I’ve learned enough.

When I crawl into bed, I can still smell us—the scent of sex, sweating bodies, and cum. I close my eyes and breathe through my mouth, my heart thumping when the shower turns off and Mikhail moves toward the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he slides beneath the covers and turns the light off.

The darkness consumes us, consumes me.

I can’t believe we fucked. Twice since our wedding.

His cum is still inside of me.

I don’t know what I just did or why the hell I did it.

My mind swirls with worry, and I sleep fitfully.

12

MIKHAIL

Ispend far too much time watching Angel, the way he moves, the way he speaks. I can’t avoid him. He’s everywhere. In the house, in the garden, meandering down the halls. I finally close my office door, sitting facing away from the door, but I can still hear him. Chatting, laughing.

I push earphones in my ears, turning up the white noise, and pull up the spreadsheets that Ivan sent me, my eyes blurring as I make out the numbers on the screen.

I don’t know what any of this means. He knows this and insisted I look at it anyways. He’s even color-coded it in the worst fucking colors, colors that make my head throb. I rub at my dry eyes and blink at the screen, irritated when I can hear Angel laughing through the noise blaring in my ears.

My mind immediately jumps to last night, how he felt on top of me, the way he looked, his head thrown back, his skin pink…

The way he moaned when he came.

I scrub at my face and look back at the numbers, trying tofigure out how the hell Ivan organized this. Leaning forward, I try to track what he’s done when I hear the pane of glass on the window rattle.

I turn toward it and see Angel’s back pressed up against it, his legs and arms wrapped around Gael.

I feel my eye twitch, something that started as soon as Angel began destroying the peace and making a nuisance of himself.

And here he is, making this spreadsheet even harder to focus on.

I lean closer, trying to ignore them, but they bang against the pane, Angel squealing in delight.

My knuckles crack and I stand up quickly, pulling the earbuds from my ears and throwing them onto my desk.

I stomp from the room, Nina in the kitchen, eyes narrowing when I walk by.

“Be kind to him, Mikhail.”

I growl at her, but she just ignores me. The front door slams open, and I stomp down the steps, moving to the side of the house where Angel andmy menare. They should be working. I am not paying them to flirt with my husband.

“See, I told you I’m heavier than I look,” Angel giggles.

“Gael,” I nearly shout, making both of them turn to look at me.

His hands slip off Angel, and my husband’s feet hit the ground.