Fuck
“I’ll meet you by the main entrance in ten.”
I could hear my friend blowing air through his lips. “Lucian isn’t the forging type, buddy. If you’ve been screwing around with his daughter and just trying to get your dick wet—”
“It’s nothing like that,” I roared, startling Isla almost off my lap. I quickly locked eyes with her, my arm holding her tight. “Sorry,” I whispered into her ear.
She just smiled. And again, that light came through the clouds.
“Get moving, Logan,” Cade hissed. The line went dead.
“Isla.”
I met her eye. “We have to move, now.”
“What’s going on?”
“Your father’s guards are looking for you.”
Her eyes went wide, the color leaving her cheeks.
“For us actually.”
“Oh my God!”
She stood, quickly, trying to straighten her dress. I hated that this was ending this way. Hell, I hated that this was ending at all, actually. But I knew the reality. If I was caught out here with her, like that?
I’d be leaving in a bag, without my cock, I was betting.
I yanked my pants on and glanced over the railing. Two stories. Fuck it. I turned and suddenly grabbed her, pulled her against me, and kissed her.
Hard.
I kissed her with fucking everything, melting into that damn kiss like it was my last breath of air.
“Stay here,” I said urgently. “If they find you, just tell them—”
“I was just getting some fresh air.” She said it coyly. “Dad knows I hate dances.”
“You hate dances, huh?”
“This one’s seriously turning my opinion.”
I grinned, kissing her again and holding her little body against mine.
“I’m not done with you.”
She blushed, her eyes wide as she nodded and looked up into my gaze. “Good.”
“Tomorrow,” I growled. “Fuck, no, tonight. Put a green light in your bedroom window or something and I’ll climb up and—”
“It’s at the top of the west tower,” she said with a wincing look. “Trust me, you’re not climbing that.”
I growled.
Suddenly we could hear a door banging open nearby, and voices barking her name on a neighboring terrace.
Shit.
“You should go,” she whispered.
“I will see you again,” I said tightly my eyes fiercely burning into hers. “And soon.”
“I know you will,” she breathed.
“Remember, Princess.”
I swung a leg over the side of the balcony and grabbed ahold of the ivy.
“You’re mine.”
I grabbed her, kissing her. “These lips are mine.”
“All yours,” she whispered.
“This,” she gasped as I cupped her pussy through her dress, making her whimper.
“This is mine.”
“Yes,” she husked.
“Soon, Princess Isla.”
There was a bang on the door, and with that, I was gone — over the edge, hand-over-hand and half jumping down the two stories to the ground. I was just behind the hedge as a light shone down, my pulse pounding.
Not from almost getting caught
From leaving her.
“The fuck were you,” Cade hissed, stepping down the front steps of the main palace entrance to meet me.
I nodded subtly at the two guards standing post at the bottom of the stairs before shrugging.
“Just came out for some air and a smoke,” I said casually, ignoring the fact that my bow tie was gone somewhere and my shirt was half untucked.
“You don’t smoke,” Cade muttered as he approached. He glanced sideways at the guards. “They see you leave, buddy?” he growled lowly so only I could hear.
“Leave it,” I hissed back.
My eyes suddenly dropped to the collar of his shirt, and I smirked.
“You fucking hypocrite.”
His eyes narrowed. “What?”
“What is you’ve got some of her lipstick on your fucking collar, dick. Whoever her might be.”
He stiffened.
I liked busting one of the Charmings doing something bad. It reminded me they weren’t actually Ken dolls. It also was fun as shit to witness that took on their faces when you caught them with their hands in the cookie jar.
“Leave it,” he growled.
I chuckled.
“Well, at least you’re laughing now.”
I smiled. “Indeed I am.”
“We should go back inside. C’mon, the ball is still going.”
I eyed him. “We should get the fuck out of here, believe me.”
He scowled. “No, we shouldn’t, because it looks guilty.” He raised a brow at me. “Not like you’ve got anything to be guilty about since you were just out here enjoying the wonderful Avlion night air.”
I sighed.
“We go back inside, we mention that you were out here smoking or whatever. It looks better.”
“Fine, you’re the good boy.”
He frowned, and I eyed his collar again with a smirk.
“Well, or maybe not.”
He grinned before quickly hiding it.
“That was quite a stunt,” he muttered as we headed back to up the stairs. “You really run out of one of King Lucian’s exclusive balls with his fucking daughter?”
I didn’t say a word. Because I had. I’d run off with her alright, and I’d found something I never thought I’d ever find again. And now I was running back to her.
Because I’d gotten a taste, and I wanted more of that.
Hell, I needed more of her everything.
Chapter 9
Isla
I was glowing. Buzzing, really. After my father’s guards, along with his head captain walked out onto the terrace to find me alone and busy innocently reading a book on my phone, the alarm was called off.
My father and my mother both gave me strange looks when I was escorted back to the ball, but when I just plainly said I’d been bored, they got it. My father smiled, rolling his eyes and shaking his head.
“You know tonight’s important, Isla.”
“I know, I just—”
“You just love your books, I know.” He smiled at me, bringing a hand up to stroke my hair. I was glad neither one of them mentioned or noticed that my big dramatically pinned up hair was now free and cascading down my shoulders.
“I’m glad I have a smart woman for a daughter. I just want the best for her.”
“I know, daddy,” I said with a smile.
“I was worried, you know.” His brow furrowed. “I saw your choice in dance partners.”
“Oh?”
His jaw tightened. “Mhmm.” His eyes focused sharply on me. “Stay away from that one, Isla.”
“Who, Prince Logan?”
“Yes, him.”
“Daddy he’s really not so—”
“He’s a brute. A savage.”
“Dad, he’s been cursed.”
He rolled his eyes. “You don’t believe that garbage, do you Isla? He’s just a mean-tempered ruler who blames some witch story as an excuse for his horrible behavior.”
“Daddy, he’s not—”
“Well I’m happy to have just been told that he was outside by the main gates, smoking or something, not with my daughter.”
“Nope,” I said quickly, a shiver running down my back. “Not with me.”
“Good, keep it that way. You’re such a good girl, Isla.”
Except good girls don’t walk around a royal ball without any underwear on.
It was a horrible, naughty, sudden thought, but there it was. Because there I was, back at the royal ball, sans panties. Logan had torn them from me, and I’d kicked them under the stone bench when he’d left.