Page 86 of His Prince
“I can’t give you any more than I already have, or I might lose myself. And it’s the only thing I have right now.”
“So you’ll let me fuck you, but not kiss you?”
Rejection pulses through me, but as hard as I try to push it down, it rears up its head and roars. I have no right to feel this way. Not with how I’ve treated him.
“You can fuck me, even touch me while you do it, but I can’t…I just can’t.”
I push off him, my legs still straddling his hips, and stare down at his naked body beneath mine. I inhale deeply, my nostrils flaring as I take him in. If he doesn’t want me kissing him then I fucking won’t.
I should have never asked.
“Turn over,” I grind out, anger seeping through each syllable.
“Mikhail…”
“Turn over. I won’t touch you. I won’t kiss you. That’s what you want.”
He blinks up at me and sadness sweeps across his face, making something pinch deep within my chest. I won’t feel. I won’t fucking feel.
“Mikhail,” he whispers brokenly.
“Turn over, little devil.”
He blows out a breath as his legs fall from mine, and he sits up, twisting beneath me until his ass is on display. I stare down at it, theround tight globes, the way his narrow waist blends into his lean frame.
He’s nothing I thought I’d come to want and yet, here we are.
“Hold yourself open.”
He huffs and does as I say, reaching behind him and prying his ass cheeks open.
I stare down at that little hole, the one I’m going to push into, going to completely wreck.
I reach over and grab the lube, but just as I do, the chest in the middle of the room, the one blocking the secret passageway starts to rattle.
I freeze, glancing backward, Angel freezing beneath me.
“Why is that moving?”
I stare down at his ass and then back at the chest of drawers.
“Fuck,” I murmur, throwing a blanket over Angel, who is turning over to watch me stride to the chest and shove it away. As soon as I do, the door creaks open and Bane’s head appears.
This man is like a fucking mole rat.
Why won’t he fucking die?
“Oh hi,” he says and then glances down at my cock. “And hello to you too, big guy.” I glower down at him and his eyes meet mine. “Are you in the middle of something? I would say I’d come back, but I’d rather join.”
“You won’t see my husband’s body.”
“I mean, I’ve seen it before,” he says, hopping out of the passageway and dusting himself off. Angel grins at him and Bane winks back, making me all the more angry. How dare he come into my space, interrupting my time with my husband.
“Has he seen you naked?” I ask, and Angel shrugs, looking unbothered by it.
“Possibly. With the way Bane sneaks around, he could have.”
My eye twitches as I think about Bane creeping up on Angel while he’s changing or in the shower. It’s uncouth, uncalled for.