Royal Lip Service
A smile. Black hair. Cool lips. He watched as her pupils dilated close to him in the confines of the school showers.
Her breathing was shallow, just like her.
Fingertips parted her moist mouth and trailed down her barely covered body. Crop top and short shorts. Tanned thighs on display. He liked his sinners with a good helping of vanity.
He’d been at the school a year – a secret prince with a secret mission to bring them all down to his fiery level. And he planned to bring her to her knees. Her teeth crushed down on the gag with desire, lusty hands meshed to the shower sprinkling them in a fine mist.
She would come to her knees. She would beg him. Before long, he would be all that she could see.
This wasn’t it, though. This was simply making her want him more than air. Then he’d destroy her. Piece by sordid piece. First her body. Second her family. And third her soul.
Nobody ousted him in algebra.
Least of all some silly human girl. She had to learn. She had to be educated. Nobody crossed a demon prince. He slipped his tongue between her too pink lips, tasting the heat of her mouth before tracing back and trapping the line of her mouth between his teeth.
Enough to cut. Enough to know her blood was already tainting.
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