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Rosalind’s POV
Something had changed between Prince Cillian and me since that day. Even if we didn’t end up going all the way because this time I stopped him.
“I’m not ready for that yet.”
I had been more than a little bit horny, my thighs drenched with arousal as I spoke. Prince Cillian had released a low groan and I could feel his arousal against my belly.
I had no idea why I was stopping this. How could I want him so much yet want to stop because it didn’t feel ‘right’ just yet? I had no idea and I wasn’t even going to bother thinking too much about it.
Perhaps I was just scared of losing my virginity.
“We don’t need to.” Prince Cillian dropped a kiss on my lips before moving off me. We laid next to each other catching our breaths and he held my hand.
I looked at him only to discover he was looking at me already. We smiled uncertainly at each other.
“So what happens now?” I asked him
“I have no idea. I didn’t intend to start having feelings for you, Rosalind.”
He raised my hand that he held and dropped a kiss on it.
“Let’s take it a day at a time.”
I nodded unwilling to jinx it by even breathing too hard.
I knew the probability of it ending in pain was high. Extremely high but it didn’t stop me from having hopes that I had no business having.
The next day, I went to the hall and Prince Cillian taught me while I did everything to ignore the smouldering eyes from across the room.
I made sure to avoid cleaning Prince Killian’s room by carefully planning my cleaning of his rooms to coincide with times I was sure that he wouldn’t be there like whenever they had a meeting or something to attend.
I was more than terrified of meeting him in his room in a state of undress. I was terrified of seeing him with another woman. I was even more scared of my own reaction to it because some days it felt like I barely knew myself.
When I was with Prince Cillian though, I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t terrified of this attraction between us. No that wasn’t it. I was but it felt as inevitable as the sun rising and setting. I made my peace with the fact that the probability of him breaking my heart was very high. It was just a matter of when.
“Cillian stop.” But I really didn’t want him to stop.
His lips dropped to my nape then he bit on my neck and a loud moan escaped my lips. It was crazy how badly I wanted him to bite down and claim me as his.
It was a dream that would never happen. I wasn’t his mate. He would marry a princess. I was only hurting myself. But my sensible thoughts were turning to mush as he touched me.
We were in the petition hall. I was shelving some of the petitions when I suddenly felt Prince Cillian behind me. Prince Killian wasn’t in, he had some issue that had come up in the capital to attend to leaving just the both of us in the hall.
Prince Cillian spun me so that I faced him. I would never be able to stop being affected by the sight of his golden hazel eyes so full of need for me.
“Shall I?” His hand was at my waist and slipping down the elastic waistband of the pants I was wearing.
“Yes?” But it came out as a question and he laughed before covering my lips with his.
I moved my lips against him, tasting the grape juice he’d been having minutes ago and it was ambrosia.
As Cillian’s lips and tongue waged a passionate
assault, my arms twined around his neck and my entire body pulsed with sensation.
One of Cillian’s hands curved around the back of my head and the other slid down to stroke
along my spine. I shivered in the wake of his touch. I was hot and breathless when I finally pulled out of the embrace.
Cillian looked flushed too, and his chest rose and fell rapidly with his breathing. The look of want he gave me almost made me combust. He kissed his way down my jaw to my throat. He lingered over the juncture between my neck and my shoulder where the mate mark was supposed to go until I whimpered in pleasure.
I was hot, wet, and throbbing now so I shifted again, moving one of my legs over to grind against one of his.
“You should keep your whoring activities to your bedroom.”
We broke apart to see Prince Cillian at the four glaring at us as though we had committed an atrocious crime.
It felt like the ground would open up and swallow me. I didn’t know what to do with my body. I didn’t know how long he had seen me like that. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.
“Excuse me.”
“Rosalind…”
I didn’t wait to hear what Prince Cillian wanted to say as the embarrassment following that moment nearly ate me up.
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Naturally, my head kept repeating that moment for me to focus on over the next couple of days. Prince Cillian tried to talk to me about how it wasn’t a big deal before he went for his routine inspection of the districts.
“It’s not a big deal.” Cillian kissed my hand.
“I know.” It wouldn’t have been if Prince Killian and I didn’t have this heated sexual tension between us.
“Then why are you so withdrawn?”
I pulled my hand out of his grasp. “I guess I’m just realizing how bad it would get if our relationship or whatever this is got out to the public.”
I met his beautiful hazel eyes that never failed to make my heart race.
“They would judge me and you. I’m not sure we should continue this. We are stronger than this attraction aren’t we?”
Cillian looked pissed.
“Who cares what they think? I”
“If you don’t care what they think about then here,” I tilted my head to the side exposing my neck to him. “Mark me. Mate with me. Claim me as yours. Right now.”
Cillian hesitated.
I stood up leaving his bed. “That’s what I thought.”
“Rosalind, please wait.”
I knew I was being unfair right now by asking him to choose at such a time. It wasn’t just a matter of attraction. An entire kingdom was on the line and he couldn’t discard that for an omega like me who he might feel attracted to but hadn’t known for up to a month.
But I still walked out on him.
I was so thoroughly frustrated by the thought of breaking things off with Cillian that I didn’t do my usual planning and scoping before going to clean Prince Killian’s room.
Unfortunately, he was reclining in his chair when I entered. He looked as surprised to see me as I was to see him.
“Isn’t this a surprise? I thought you were avoiding me. It would have been the first smart thing you have done since you came here.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t just walk out of his room so I settled for cleaning his room as fast as I could before he did something that made me lose my sense of rationality.
As I pulled down his duvet, a panty fell to the ground and I glared at him. At this point, I was almost certain that he was planting them to get a rise out of me.
He smirked.
“Enjoy the show the last time?”
His words summoned the images of the last time both of us had been in his bedroom at the same time, his thrusts, the whip…
I forcibly banished the thoughts from my head and began to spread the new bedding.
Suddenly, I felt him next to me, his hand on my arm stopping me from laying the bed.
“Answer me.” His hold on my hand tightened as he commanded me to speak.
I turned to face him, my face a mask.
“No. Nothing about seeing you being with that woman was remotely enjoyable.”
For some reason, this seemed to please him inordinately.
“Why? Were you jealous?”
I tried to pull my arm out of his grasp.
“No.” I glared at him when I failed. “I am here to clean, not watch your sexual escapades.”
“So you say,” His voice dropped. “Then why did you watch?”
I froze, unable to find the words to speak. But he seemed to be able to read even my deepest darkest thoughts from my mind.
His voice sounded like something out of a dream or a nightmare.
“You wanted it. You wished it was you on my dick. You wished it was you I was fucking.”
My voice was a strangled whisper, my resistance a thing of the past. “No.”
He pulled me closer so that I could feel every plane of his body, his lips at my ear. “It would feel so good, I promise.”
I shivered, my body betraying me as he brushed my hair over my shoulder dropping a kiss on my neck.
“I would take you over my knee, pull your panties down and spank you for being such a whore then I would fuck you with my fingers.” His voice was as rich and thick as molasses. “And if you are a good girl, I would let you suck me off.”
My legs turned limp beneath me.
“Prince Killian.” It was a moan.
His hands cupped my ass possessively, one of them hiking up my skirt and travelling up, up…
“I would beat you all night long and when I am finally inside of you, it would be the most exquisite pain you will endure. The best part is,” His fingers slipped inside me. “You will enjoy every moment of it.”
Then he pulled away from me leaving me trembling, struggling for balance.
“Unfortunately for you that will never happen because I’m not into low-class whores.”
I almost died of embarrassment.