Chapter 140: Half An Act
Rose watched the crown prince stare hungrily at her, and she felt goosebumps pop out of her skin. There was almost no difference between him and a predator ready to eat its tasty prey. The only difference was perhaps the lack of drool running down the side of his lips.
However, hunger wasn’t the only thing she could see. There was something else that was different from the way the creepy men stared at her. It wasn’t just lust; it was more than that. It was a deep-seated desire. Rose didn’t think she had ever had anyone look at her like that, not even Ander, and it bothered her. His eyes were too intense for her.
She turned her face away from him, but her body could still feel his eyes, just as it had the first time she had met him. It didn’t make any sense that just eyes could have that effect on anyone.
Suddenly, she was lifted into the air, her right side against the chest of the crown prince. She looked up to see his face as she sat across his arms, but Caius didn’t look at her. Rather, he walked straight ahead. She didn’t have to guess to know he was headed for the bed.
He dropped her on her back on the bed a little more gently than he needed to and then joined her in bed. Rose half-expected him to carry on as usual, but he just stared at her with a smug expression while his erection poked at her thigh.
"You don’t have to act like you don’t want me," Caius said with a smirk, a hand tracing her chest, heading downwards. "I know no one has ever made you feel as good as I do. Once I am buried in here," Caius said, drawing circles on her pelvis, "you grip me tight like you never want to let me go."
Rose covered her face with her palms and tried to turn away from him. Has the crown prince always been this chatty? If she had done as he wanted already, she would have been back in her room, the events of this night forgotten. Was he trying to test her limits?
Should she just get this over with? She had barely said a word, and he wouldn’t stop talking, and more, she hated that his words seemed to have an effect — or perhaps it was all the touching. He wouldn’t stop lightly stimulating her. It was completely different from the usual, almost like he wanted to take his time.
Rose didn’t like that.
She only had one job here, and the faster he was done, the faster she could be out of here — and the better for her. Nothing else. However, if she didn’t do something about what was currently happening, it looked like she might end up spending longer than she needed to.
"Isn’t that right?" Caius asked smugly, his hands moving even lower.
Rose acted as though consumed with desire and moved closer to the crown prince, curling up on him. He swore as their bodies touched as if pushed to the edge. His erection on her thigh dug more into her. Did the crown prince perhaps like her more than he let on? Was he putting up an act, whereas he was the one who wanted this more?
"Your Majesty," Rose moaned, half an act.