Heated

Rosalind’s POV
If I saw one more underwear, I would lose it.
I had been cleaning for almost one full week now and Riara was still good to me. She didn’t make my life difficult even if she was strict about whatever work I did for her.
Prince Cillian was still teaching me and I had proven to be an adept learner. In two weeks max, I would be able to take in my assistant duties fully.
And while Prince Cillian and I still had one or two heated moments, like the time when I had fallen off a chair while trying to shelve something and he had caught me bridal style and instead of him dropping me, we had stayed suspended staring at each other and when he had finally dropped me, the movement of his hand over my body had undone me so much that I needed the entire afternoon to cool down.
We have stayed strong and we weren’t letting our emotions get the better of us.
Life was good which was why Prince Killian had to ruin it naturally because Goddess forbid I have a breather.
It was like every other time I came to change his bedding, it reeked of sex and other bodily fluids and I found at least one underwear.
And it was a different female all the time. How could two brothers be so different? Whenever I went into Prince Cillian’s room to change the beddings, I found myself inhaling his crisp, fresh scent in the bed untainted by anything.
I walked towards Prince Killian’s room bracing myself for another horror but it was far worse than I had anticipated.
From a distance away I could hear the screams interspersed with the moans as well as a vague whipping sound.
I knew I didn’t want to see what was going on. I didn’t even want to listen to it yet my feet didn’t stop till I was at Prince Killian’s doorstep. The door was conveniently open and I saw everything.
She had brown hair and she was on all fours on the bed facing me, only her neck was pressed to the bed by Prince Killian’s hand. His other hand held a whip or at least that was what I thought it was that came down periodically in no rhythm at all.
Her back was a map of red marks presumably from the whip and he was fucking her. That was the only word that could describe the jerky movements of his hips, the violence of his thrusts, the moans and almost pained sounds that escaped the woman, and the scent of arousal that hit me where I stood.
The sound of their skins slapping together echoed all around the room. Perspiration dusted his skin as his body moved.
I was shocked. I had never seen anything like this. The forbidden kisses and touches Prince Cillian and I had shared suddenly seemed vanilla compared to whatever it is that was going on. Maybe it was because I was a virgin and I didn’t know so much about sex in general.
Was this even consensual? Or was she allowing this to happen because he was a prince and she had no other options? Because I didn’t see myself lying there getting half suffocated while whipped and fucked simultaneously. Was this the kind of sex that pleased Prince Killian?
I suddenly found a new understanding of the indentations on the headboard of his bed. Then his eyes met mine and my heartbeat accelerated heat pooling between my legs.
His thrusts increased in intensity and I heard the girl cry out but his hazel eyes never left mine and I found myself getting wet.
The girl moaned louder and her voice came out as a plea. “Sir, please I need…”
He whipped her hard and I watched her body tremble, unable to stop being a voyeur in the hottest, most twisted sex I have ever witnessed.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
She didn’t respond. Perhaps because she knew he would punish her again for it.
Prince Killian’s eyes found mine again as he moved inside her with so much force and confidence like an apex predator, an Alpha that conquered her body as surely as he owned it.
For a moment, I imagined myself in her shoes with Killian moving inside me, above me and that whip setting my skin on fire with every contact it made with my skin.
My thighs pressed together seeking relief and as though Killian could read my mind. He spoke.
“Come.”
The girl screamed through her orgasm but I knew he hadn’t been talking to her but to me. I took a step back then another then I ran the fuck away.
I didn’t stop running until I was in my room. I felt flustered and so hot that I went to the bathroom to sprinkle some water on my flaming hot face.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were redder than I had ever seen them and my blue eyes looked black from how dilated my pupils were.
My nipples felt tight and itched.
I backed away from my mirror, unable to look at the stranger I saw there.
The stranger who had thought she had feelings for Prince Cillian until she saw Prince Killian with someone else.
It was impossible for me to like more than one person at the same time so what was this feeling in my chest?
Back in my bedroom, I found myself slipping off my clothes which ironically were the ones that Prince Cillian had given to me.
Then I touched myself, my eyes falling shut as I thought of Prince Killian, his thrusts, that time he had fingered me on his bed wearing only a towel and my legs shook as I approached an orgasm then Prince Cillian’s image intruded in my thoughts without my permission.
His lips on my breasts, the memory of the night we had almost gone all the way but for that knock. I was at the precipice of my orgasm and then I could hear Prince Killian’s voice as though it came from right next to me.
“Come.”
I came so hard I saw stars.
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I didn’t think about it. I tried to delete that day from my memory. That weak moment.
When it didn’t work, I tried to rationalize it. Prince Killian was the embodiment of carnality. It was only normal for me to be affected by seeing him like that. And I had always been attracted to Prince Cillian from the first day I met him so it was only normal for me to think of him while touching myself.
I didn’t go to learn in the hall for two days not wanting to see Prince Killian just across us and because I was irrationally scared that if Cillian looked at me he would be able to tell all the dirty thoughts I had about his brother.
I hurriedly made Prince Clllian’s bed quickly. He was out for his morning run. I would quickly make his bed before his return.
“Rosalind.”
I paused at the sound of his voice then I lifted my head to see Prince Cillian stepping into the room wearing a sleeveless vest and shorts, his dark hair damp and falling over his forehead and we stared at each other for a few seconds.
“Prince Cillian.”
How could I feel so drawn to two brothers? Maybe Killian was right about me. Maybe I was a whore as he said.
“You are stunning.”
I was shocked by his words. My hair was in a messy low ponytail and I was putting on an unflattering shirt that made me look like a rectangular piece of block but he thought I was stunning.
My heart melted and I found myself swallowing past a lump in my throat.
“Prince Cillian, I don’t think you should be saying that.”
He moved closer to me. “I know.”
He tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.
“I also know that you have been avoiding me these past two days. But honestly, this is all I have been thinking about in our time apart. You.”
Prince Cillian rested his forehead against mine.
“I told myself I could stay away from you so that I won’t hurt you but I’m not strong enough.”
Goddess, I wasn’t either.
He traced his thumb along the edges of my lips. I found myself parting my mouth and he kissed me.
I was tired of fighting this attraction between us.
Our tongues slid against each other and I wasn’t expecting the punishing intensity of the kiss. The way he kissed me as though he wanted to engage this moment in my mind and his fingers buried themselves in my hair pulling me closer.
Prince Cillian’s hands drifted down my body squeezing my ass before lifting me up like I weighed nothing and dropping me on the bed, our lips fused together while he climbed above me, my legs spreading slightly to accommodate for his hand.
He pulled back to look at me and I looked back at him wondering why for a moment there I imagined having Killian with us.
I was losing my mind.
Prince Cillian’s lips covered mine again and I stopped thinking.