Page 15 of Rogue Alpha Prince
I imagine that he shrugs his shoulders while he says that, but the truth is, I barely know him.
All I really know is how ruthless he is on the battlefield. All I know.
I should be scared of him, but I’m not. He can’t kill me if he wants peace, and he won’t rape me. The truth is he could have fucked me as soon as we came here—he was hard, and he wanted to—but he didn’t. No matter what he says, action speaks louder here. He was frustrated about not knowing my name, and he did dress up instead of exposing me. He is just looking now. He doesn’t even see anything important. Not from this angle.
Maybe it’s a mistake, and I know what would be better for me, but I can’t be scared while I’m in this relaxing, warm water after this crazy long day—
I get pulled out of the water with a big splash. I don’t know what is going on at first, but my throat is burning, and I’m coughing some fluid out.
Water…
“You fell asleep, Princess,” Rogue Prince says, probably seeing my confusion.
I’m about to scold him for the ridiculous nickname, but then I realize I am indeed a Princess. I guess I’m not used to hearing this title, especially not in that mocking tone.
He puts a huge towel over me and starts rubbing my body through it.
“Good thing you were watching me then, my prince.” I bow my head slightly, and I can see his pants are completely wet, clinging to his muscular thighs and big bulge… Wait, is he hard again?
“Don’t call me that,” he hisses.
It took me a few seconds to concentrate my mind enough to understand what he was talking about.
“But you called me a princess. My Lord.”
“I don’t know your name,Princess.”
“You never asked.”
“You never asked me either.”
“Yeah, because I know your name,Cain.”
“Watch your tone,” he grabs my throat, and the towel falls to the floor.
I feel exposed this time.
He looks into my eyes as if he’s looking for something.
“How do you know it?” He asks finally.
“Let’s just say, your father is always very passive-aggressive about showing us he rules over a legitimate kingdom.”
“What’s passive about attacking your borders?”
“No, that’s strictly aggressive. I meant the other thing he does. He always sends us official cards for every occasion. Sometimes, it is a Christmas card. And sometimes, it is an announcement of the birth of his first heir. My dad shamelessly collects them all. We literally have one room dedicated only to showcasing Rogue King’s cards. I know your birth announcement by heart.” I put my hand on my naked chest.
He looks down with his sexy eyes, and my breath catches.
“It does sound like him, actually. The cards.” Rogue Prince says, not looking back up. “God. I need to have you. Right now.”
Before I can gather my thoughts to react, he picks me up by the ass, and I am forced to wrap my legs around his waist to catch my balance. I keep my hands on his shoulders, not wanting to hug him again, we are awfully close either way. My face is slightly higher than his and looking down at him like this is weirdly hot.
He carries me easily to the bed and tosses me on it, but this time, he’s going with me. He rests on his left elbow to not crush me with his weight and moves his right hand from my ass to the core.
My heart rate embarrassingly speeds up, and I try to close my legs—it’s impossible with him lying between them. He touches me, gently pressing between my folds, and moans.
He fucking moans!
