LOVE GAMES

CAMILLA

The nerve of this man. Did he think that he claimed his right upon me? WHO THE HELL ALLOWED HIM TO STEAL MY BREATH EVERYTIME.?

I am not his girlfriend. Did he forget this before striking 'My property' by kissing me while i was dancing with the prince? It is such a discourtesy in front of the prince. I need to sharpen my stilettos before I stab them into his foot.

I turned towards the prince "Sorry for that, sometimes he just acts like a crackhead."

The prince leaned towards me, " I think your little boyfriend is pretty green with envy seeing you dancing with me."

"That's n-" I started but he cut me off.

"I think I should let you go before he plans my murder. I don't want to make enemies with Alex Volkov or his son." The prince stepped back and left.

I swear to god if we weren't at an event full of my acquaintances I would have murdered him. AND IN COLD BLOOD. For some reason I don't want to highlight myself, so I angrily stomped towards him. I found him casually sipping his scotch, flirting with the bartender. The nerve of this guy.

"Honey, you know I liked to fucked without you being drowned in whisky." I took a glass from his hand and swig the remaining scotch, my eyes meeting his clear blue. 

"Really princess, I thought you liked when I allowed you to control during sex?" 

"As if you could do the job right." I scoffed. This statement would hurt his pride.

"What are you doing?" His demeanour changed. His dark aura was restless with my statement ANDD I  WAS RIGHT.

"I could ask you the same question. What do you think you are doing? I crossed my arms pushing my boobs up. His gaze flicked towards them for a second and then returned to my face.

"I asked first." He not so coldly stated.

"The ladies are always first."

"Are you lady?" Was he taunting me?

"No, I don't think so. I think I am a phoenix."

"Of course, you are." he chuckled. Bitch

"Hey, this is not funny" I poked this chest. It was thick and rigid all under his tux.

"Do you all get hoarded with eligible bachelors on these types of events?" he asked holding my gaze. 

Why he is asking me this question? Me being a princess of Eladorra, I have been courted by many people but none of them held my interest, nor I do plan to date soon. Being asked for dance was the least thing men could do rather than asking my hand in marriage, though my father would decline all. No man can fulfil Rhys Larsen's shit list.

"It's none of your business." I turned drinking from my glass.

"Everything about you is my business." he tmove to stand in front of me and clasped my wrist dragging me out of the ballroom to some dark corner.

"Where are we going?" I asked trying to loosen his grip on my wrist.

"Where no one can hear you?" he muttered

"What?" I squealed when he backed me onto a dark pillar. His hand curled around my throat. His other hand trailed down to my pussy, illuminating every cell in my body. My nipple starts to peak when he circles them.

As he reached my pussy, he cupped it with his palm and rasped "You seem to forget every now and then every part of you belongs with me." Then his hand left my pussy for a second only to come with extreme force. BASTARD. He spanked my pussy. Nevertheless, my pussy does not mind it. My clit starts to throb. I am sure he could feel that. His fingers pinched it slightly and rubbed it.