I snapped out from the spell he cast on me.
He never always understands that our world is different– that he can get away with a situation while I suffer from it. That I ran away because of his controlling, selfish hold on me. He only loves the ambition of you and not what you truly present.
I stepped away from him and slammed the door shut. My emotions so up that my words can burn things, my anger boiling hot in my veins. The Mafia prince doesn't even flinch.
He is lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in hand, as though the world outside isn't tearing into me.
"Are you insane?" I snap, dragging the cotton cloth on the table. "You leaked those photos! You have made me a joke, a scandal, a —"
"A headline" he interrupts smoothly, not looking up from his glass. "Exactly what you need"
Fuck him. What does he know what I need and how dare he think he knows that it is what I needed.
I stopped in front of him, my chest heaving, fists tight at my sides. "What I need" i hiss "is for you to stay the hell out of my life"
Finally he looks at me. Those dark eyes glint, steady like I'm a child throwing a tantrum. "You came to me," he says softly. "Not the other way around"
My teeth grind. "Because you dragged me into this circus!"
His mouth tilts in that infuriating half smile. " You live for the spotlight, Ethan. I live in shadows, but when you're with me" he sets his glass down, stands, his presence filling the room as he closes the space between us "the world disappears"
My throat tightens. He is too close, heat radiating off him, the scent of smoke and whiskey wrapping around me. My body leaned forward even as my fists clench tighter.
"You wouldn't like what I would do to you if you don't stay the fuck away from me" i whisper though my voice cracks.
"Liar" he barked, his breath reeking against my skin.
And his lips crash against mine. It isn't soft, it isn't sweet. It's fire and it was meeting gasoline. A collision of fury and hunger, my hands shove at his chest but my mouth betrays me answering his kiss with desperate force. Teeth clash, breath tangled and pleasure surge.
I felt my hands moving to his belt, trying to remove it, all memories I tried to forget came rushing back with emotions. He still holds my hands, his tongue still swallowing my mouth as he uses one of his free hands to remove the belt. I unzipped his trousers and I could feel the heat of his bulge.
"Fuck" he moan in my mouth.
I didn't know what came over me. Maybe the celibacy I did for two years and that sudden rush of adrenaline. I held his cock, still under his boxer as my warmth spread over my body, I shivered but he quickly held me.
"Arh" I groan. I missed this so much. I removed his bulging hard cock from his back. I smiled, he's so long.
I bend on my knees obediently, my body almost defying gravity.
"Wait," prince said, holding his cock as he massaged it.
The frustration on my face told him that I was impatient. He released his cock, making it slap my mouth.
I missed sucking dick. My mouth quickly swallowed his hot cock, I felt the spark, shutting my brain as I relived everything.
His soft moans brought me back. I held it gently, afraid it would slip out from my mouth and I guided it inside and outside my mouth. His soft cries were like music to my ears, giving me strength to move. My other hands went to one of his balls as I squeezed quietly. He moans got wild as he held me by the hair, slamming my mouth to swallow his length. I was choking but I couldn't stop. I massages his balls as he guides me to swallow and we moan together.
"I'm going to cum" he announced. I pressed harder and swallowed faster and he held my hair, turning my face to face up as he released his cum on my mouth. It entered with a force because of the position he set on my face.
He arranged himself and he dragged me up to face me, kissing and licking the remaining cum off my face.
"This is what we wanted. Stop denying yourself"
I break away, panting, rage igniting all over again. My fists fly before I think, connecting with his jaw. Pain shoots through my knuckles, but satisfaction burns hotter. He stumbled back a step, lips spilt and he laughed.
The sound guts me
"Still fighting" he says almost admiring
I lunged at him again but suddenly iron arms locked me. Gosh! I forget how terribly huge he was. He hauls me back, pinning me in place as I thrash.
"Let me go" I snarl, struggling.
Prince looked at me, blood staining his lips, a little guilt and he let go of me
"What's the point?" My voice is ragged with bitterness. "What's the point of throwing a billion dollars at me if you're just going to ruin everything"
His fingers catch my chin, tilting my face toward him.
"Relax" he says softly. "Trust me"
I flinch, trying to pull back but his grip holds steady.
"This is the only way I know," he continued, voice calm and low. "With me, your reputation doesn't shatter"
My chest ached with fury and confusion. "You're insane. You don't care about me. You just want–"
"You" he cuts in, eyes burning. The second emotion I saw him display. "I want you and I protect what I want"
The words slam into me harder than the sex. My pulse races, tangled between rage and something I refuse to name.
My phone buzzes in my pocket sharp and jarring. I wrench it out, grateful for the distraction. The screen glows, a message from the director.
"WE NEED YOU NOW. IF YOU DON'T SHOW, THE LEAD ROLE IS GONE"