The Prince I Love to Hate: A Steamy Romantic Comedy (The Heir Affair Book 1) by Iris Morland (learn to read books TXT) 📗

Finally, the gown unbuttoned, she stood and stepped out of it. She wore a corset and, to my immense frustration, white lacy panties. Garters held up white stockings. If she wanted to embody the innocent, virginal bride about to be deflowered, she exuded it.

Except my wife wasn't a virgin—which I didn't care about one iota—and she was not remotely innocent, either. She was wickedly clever, with a sharp tongue to match. Even after she'd found out that I was a prince, she'd still treated me like a normal man. It both awed and confounded me.

She began to unhook the corset, but I stopped her. "Let me."

She didn't protest this time.

I slowly unhooked the garment until it slid down her torso to the floor. She stepped out of it. Now she only wore panties, stockings, and nothing else. Her nipples were erect. I cupped one of her breasts before leaning down to suck it.

"Olivier," Niamh sighed. She gripped the back of my neck. "We shouldn't."

I just laved my tongue around her nipple. After that, she didn't protest.

It was easy to slide the panel of her panties aside. Her pussy was already wet, but I wanted her soaking my hand. She shuddered as I delved within her vulva, letting the pads of my fingers dance along her. I'd moved from sucking her tits to kissing her neck. I watched her face as I pushed first one, then another, finger inside her.

"So tight," I breathed into her ear. "I can't wait to feel it wrapped around my cock."

She had to hold onto my shoulders to keep from collapsing. When I added my thumb to the nub of her clit, my fingers thrusting inside her pussy at the same time, the erotic sound of me fucking her nearly made me come in my trousers.

I kissed her—hard.

Niamh began to shiver. I could feel her body tightening. She was already close to orgasm. I quickened the pace of my fingers. But it was when I added a third that she mewled like a damn kitten.

Her body as taut as a bowstring, she came so hard that I had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright. She was muttering words I couldn't understand.

I took her to the bed, unbuttoning my trousers with shaking, wet fingers. Niamh was glassy-eyed, her legs spread, her pink pussy drenched. My cock sprang free.

I crawled on top of her, and when she wrapped a hand around me, I hissed in a breath. I had to chew on the inside of my cheek to keep from coming all over her hand.

I was about to push her hand away, wanting to plunge my cock inside her, but her fingers were nimble. She gripped me, mimicking the rhythm I so desperately wanted, and I let myself succumb to the sensations.

I kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She kept stroking my cock. I felt my own orgasm at the base of my spine.

"Sweetheart," I rasped, "I'm going to come."

She just smiled and licked my bottom lip. That sent me into the clouds. I shouted, my ejaculate covering her pretty hand. When she brought her hand to her mouth and licked it, I nearly came a second time.

I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. By the time I returned with a wet washcloth for Niamh, she'd already put on her pajamas, her hair in a tight ponytail, her wedding attire already put away. Had I taken that long?

I felt ridiculous giving her a washcloth when she was already dressed. I set it on the bedside table.

I could see her expression closing up. She opened her laptop, her gaze on the screen, before saying cooly, "You can go."

You can go. I stared at her. I'd just finger-fucked this woman, and now she was dismissing me like a servant?

I closed her laptop so quickly she nearly got her fingers caught in it. "What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded.

"I'm answering emails," she said.

"No, I mean, why are you acting like you didn't just come all over my fingers? Again?"

She blushed a little. "I just figured that you'd want to go to sleep. There's no reason for you to stay."

"You're my wife." I bit out the words.

"In name only."

A red haze covered my vision. But I knew that the angrier I got, the more she'd shut down. So I forced myself to keep my composure, no matter how difficult that feat was.

"You can act like I'm nothing to you all you want," I said, "but we both felt how you responded to my touch. How you melted against me as I rubbed your clit and sucked your nipples. You want to be my wife in name only? Fine. But I'll be dead before I let you act like you don't want me as much as I want you."

She screwed up that saucy, infuriating mouth. "You can go now."

I growled. Letting my anger overwhelm me, I took a small statue from a table and threw it at the opposite wall. But to my immense consternation, it didn't shatter: it instead hit the back of a settee and bounced uselessly to the floor with a thump.

I heard a snort. Niamh covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

"It's not funny," I said.

She was breathing weirdly now. "No, not at all funny."

Scowling, I picked up the offending statue, decided I'd take it with me for no damn reason, and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

A moment later, Niamh's laughter followed me into my bedroom.

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Also by Iris Morland

The Heir Affair Duet

The Prince I Love to Hate

The Princess I Hate to Love

Heron’s Landing

Say You’re Mine

All I Ask of You

Make Me Yours

Hold Me Close

The Flower Shop Sisters

War of the Roses

Petal Plucker

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Oopsie Daisy

Love Everlasting

including

The Youngers

Then Came You

Taking a Chance on Love

All I Want Is You

My One and Only

The Thorntons

The Nearness of You

The Very Thought