Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Khadem could practically feel Prue thinking as he pulled away, and when he saw the way she avoided his gaze while hurriedly covering her chest with her arms, he could readily tell she was castigating herself for finding pleasure in his arms.
Khadem cupped her chin. "This isn't your fault."
A stricken look flitted her features. "You don't understand. I have a boyfriend, Khadem. And he's wonderful. But the way...the way I responded to you, it made me realize I'm not...I'm not good enough for him."
Khadem's jaw clenched. The selfish part of him wanted to let her go on believing that. If she did, then she was less likely to go back to her boyfriend, and he would have a better chance of keeping her.
But when he saw the anguish in her gaze, his goddamn conscience wouldn't allow him to keep quiet.
"You managed to turn me down earlier," he reminded her curtly. "I know for a fact that's already something the other girls who had been drugged similarly weren't able to do."
His words gave her comfort, but Prue was still scared it wasn't that simple. What if she was really this easy to arouse? How could she ever face Klaus after this, knowing that she could never be faithful to him if another man were to attempt to seduce her?
"Stop blaming yourself. Someone spiked your drink. That person, whoever it was, is the one you should be blaming. And once I find out who that person is—-"
"I'm not going to sue."
Khadem stiffened. "What do you mean you're not going to sue?"
"This would hurt my parents too much—-"
"And you?" Khadem demanded. "Has this not hurt you?"
A smile wobbled over Prue's lips. "I could've been a lot more hurt...if I didn't have you."
Khadem's fists clenched at the unexpected sweetness and utter naïvete of Prue's words. "I'm not a good person, Prue. Don't make me into someone like you."
"I think you're only trying to scare me."
"And I'm not? Is that what you're saying?"
Prue could no longer reply, with the poison in her body having already stirred back into life.
It's happening again, oh God.
Khadem's nostrils flared the moment he saw her big brown eyes widen, and when her gaze flew back to his, her face was already a picture of distress...and need.
"Khadem..."
God, how he fucking loved hearing his name on her lips.
"It's started again, hasn't it?"
Prue nodded.
"Then turn to me, and lower your arms."
Just the words alone had her moaning, and she couldn't help moaning again as her arms fell back against her sides, and she felt his hungry gaze devouring her swollen tits.
"Have you ever seen a man's dick, my angel?"
A shudder rocked her already-trembling body at Khadem's words, and she couldn't quite meet his gaze as she slowly shook her head.
"Not even in porn?"
"I've seen one," Prue whispered, "but it wasn't real."
"Hentai," he guessed.
Prue nodded.
"Naughty, naughty angel."
Prue's cheeks reddened.
"That's what you are, don't you know? Not sinful or evil. But just an angel who likes to be naughty now and then."
Just listening to him say such words made her feel like she was being tempted by the devil himself, and oh God, but how her body loved it!
"Your nipples are pouting," Khadem purred.
A whimper escaped Prue. She didn't have to look at herself to know he was telling the truth. She could feel it happening even now, and oh, how her breasts were aching to have his mouth on them again!
Prue could only gasp when Khadem leaned forward to tip her chin up, and she found herself staring into the lustful blue depths of his eyes.
"You like hearing me call you a naughty angel, don't you?"
"I..."
"If you dare lie, that only means you're even naughtier."
Prue was torn...and feeling so much more desperate for his touch.
"Say it," Khadem whispered.
Prue squirmed and writhed.
"Say you're a naughty angel, and I'll—-"
Oh God, she couldn't wait any longer, couldn't even wait for him to finish speaking as the words spilled past her lips in a cry.
"I'm a naughty angel!"
Khadem laughed, and the sound had her moaning. Oh, how she loved to hear him laugh, but what she loved and needed even more was him.
I need him.
And this thought had her begging him with her eyes. "Please." She had no shame left, with how badly her body was aching. "Please—-"
Khadem's fingers threaded through her hair, and that touch alone had her whimpering.
Yes, yes, yes.
He pulled her head close, and her heart beat wildly against her chest as their lips brushed against each other.
"Are you ready to come again, my angel?"
"Yes!"
"Then..."
Prue could only sob as Khadem guided her off the couch and gently pushed her down to her knees.
He reached for her hands, which were now trembling violently, and placed them on his crotch. "You know what to do..."
Prue swallowed hard. She was scared of what he was asking, scared of what could happen, but in the end, the desire that was raging through her body won over her fears, and her fingers started moving on its own.