Page 8 of Princely Agreement
She hisses when I swipe some over her clit, and I grin down at her. She’s sensitive, but I don’t stop, and it’s easy to coax another orgasm out of her. I’ve never loved anything as much as I love getting her off.
“I think I’ll have you again,” I say, but just then a clock chimes from the other side of the room, and we both turn to see it’s midnight.
“Oh no,” she whispers, and I don’t have time to react before she’s sliding off my cock and out from under me. “I have to go.”
“Where?” She’s pushing the material of her dress down her legs and back into place as she hurriedly glances around the room. There’s a loud sound from the hallway like someone shouting, and I press my lips together angrily. “What’s going on?” I demand, but she only shakes her head as she sprints for the door. “Wait!”
The sound in the hallway is getting louder, but I’m still half undressed. I do my best to shove my cock back in my pants, and then I realize at some point she must have ripped open my shirt. Some of the buttons are gone, and as I try to tuck it in, she flings the door open and disappears out of sight.
“Shit.” I’m tripping over my feet as I chase after her because I apparently lost a shoe while we were mindlessly fucking.
When I reach the door, I look down the hallway and see a group of people arguing. I scan the crowd, but my gorgeous girl isn’t anywhere to be found, and I curse as I run toward the party. There are still hundreds of people here, and everyone is blending together as the argument in the hallway escalates. I have no idea what’s going on, but Flynn comes over and grabs me.
“We have to go,” he says, physically pulling me to the door.
“Wait, I’m looking for—”
“Your mother is waiting in the car. She’s been hit.”
“What?” I stop fighting him as I try to understand what he’s talking about.
“I’ll explain in the car, but we have to get out of here. Now.”
Chapter Seven
ELLA
Gus and Jaq sit perched on the bathroom counter watching me dry heave over the toilet. This has been going on for a few days now, and it comes in waves. I never know when it’s going to happen before I find myself racing to the bathroom.
When I think life can’t get more miserable, it goes and hits me with another thing. How can one of the best nights of my life turn everything upside down? Now my heart aches for someone I don’t know. I think when he gave me his name, he was teasing me. Nobody has the name Prince.
“I’ll feed you soon,” I huff, then push off the floor and drag myself into the shower.
The warm water is relaxing, and I let it run over me while I wish it could wash away so many things. The past two months have been hell, and all I’ve done is lay around all day instead of actually doing something outside of my bedroom.
My head jerks up when I hear two loud hisses, and I spin around to see Gus and Jaq through the foggy glass. They’ve jumped off the counter and are standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Their backs are raised, and they’re ready to attack. Not knowing what else to do, I turn off the water and grab a robe, quickly pulling it on. I need to see what has them worked up.
“It’s going to be a shelter for you soon.”
The sound of Jace’s voice makes my blood run cold. Since the night of the Cinder party, both of the brothers have been edgier than normal, which is saying a lot. I think a few ideas or business ventures didn’t go as they hoped, and I heard there was a big outburst at a board meeting. Of course no one told me what it was, so once again, I’m kept in the dark.
“Why are you in my room?” I make sure my robe is tightly closed before I step out of the shower and make my way over to the doorway.
Jace is standing there in a white polo and khakis. He must be going to the country club. Normally both he and his brother are in suits. I think it makes them feel powerful, which is the stupidest thing ever.
“I knocked, and you didn’t answer.”
“So you thought it was okay to walk in?” I snip back, but Jace’s eyes are on my bare wet legs. “You can’t walk into my room.” I say it loudly this time to get his attention.
“Four more weeks, and I can do anything I like. Unless…” He licks his lips.
“What do you want?” I ignore him because being with him will never happen.
We still have no idea what’s going to happen in four weeks. None of us know how this is going to play out with my father’s will.
“Oliver made a request for you to leave the estate to see a doctor today.”
“Okay,” I respond blankly. I didn’t realize Oliver made an appointment, but he’s seen my moods lately, and they’ve been all over the place.