I smoothed my dress down in the floor to ceiling mirror in the lavish bathroom, glancing over my reflection. Our own quarters were much more modern, but the amenities around this level of the castle, near the ballroom and in the areas where tours came through, were gilded as if we were still in the 18^th century. Italian marble floors and counters, intricately tiled walls, gold finish on the hardware, lit by flickering candelabras.

I shook as I smoothed the dress, thinking of him — of his hands on me. Of his voice in my ear. The smell of him The thoughts he made me feel inside.

God, I’d been thinking horrible, wicked thoughts of him since that day in the hotel room. I hadn’t stopped thinking about him, or his — well, his cock since that night.

The thought made me blush.

And it hadn’t just been thinking. In the darkness of my room late at night, more than a few times over the last month, I’d let go as the thoughts of that moment came back to me. I’d let my legs open under my sheets. I’d let my fingers explore. I’d let a thumb brush my clit, a finger slip inside my slick pussy as I’d thought about Magnus and his enormous cock.

He was so gross, and so crude, and so wrong. And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, or fantasizing about him and his enormous tool. It was like he’d hooked me with a spell, and I couldn’t break free. I couldn’t close my eyes without thinking of his perfect body stretched out on my hotel room bed, which of course, made me horribly and terribly wet.

Every time.

Yes, his reputation was nose-wrinkling, but there was also something about it that was so damn tempting and alluring.

…A man like that knew what he was doing. A man like that knew what he wanted and knew exactly how to treat a girl — even one like me who’d never done anything but a quick peck on the cheek.

Ridiculous, right? I mean I was twenty years old for crying out loud.

My cheeks grew pink in the bathroom mirror as I imagined the other scenario I’d thought of. The one where I didn’t run from that hotel room like a total freak, and instead, been bold. The daydream where I’d been wild instead.

Instead, I imagined what would have happened if I’d just gone to him, and let him tear the bikini from my body and ravish me anyway he chose to.

The size of him scared me, but it also got my blood pumping hot like liquid fire. I couldn’t even imagine how something like that fit inside something as small and as tight as my untouched pussy, but damn had I spent the last few weeks trying to imagine it.

I shook my head. This was silly, and gross. I needed to get back to the ball, go talk to Chester and—

The door swung open, and I gasped as I whirled.

“You can’t be in here!”

I backed away from him, my back to the mirror. Magnus smiled hungrily at me as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

“But I am in here,” he shrugged. “Bad logic.”

“No I mean—” I scowled at him, hoping it hid the desire in my face. “You know what I mean, you’re not allowed in here.”

“Sweetheart,” he growled stepping closer to me. My breath caught as he turned and locked the door behind him.

He turned back, his eyes burning fire right into mine. “I’m a prince. I’m bad at doing what people tell me to do.”

“I— I have a boyfriend.”

“Do you now. Chester the molester out there?”

I bit my lip to stop from laughing, but then I was gasping as he moved even closer.

“Yes, him,” I said quickly.

“I don’t think Chester would know what to do with you.”

“Oh and you would?”

“Yes, I would,” he said evenly. “Tell me this, Princess. What’s got you soaking wet right now — Chester or thinking of me and that night in the hotel?”

My jaw dropped. “I am not — oh my God you are—”

“I think you are.”

I whirled on him, my chest rising and falling quickly. “You’re disgusting.”

“Doesn’t change how dripping wet that pussy is for me.”

He grinned as my face grew even darker. “Admit it, princess,” he growled, moving closer. “You’ve been thinking of me ever since that night.”

I shook my head.

“Don't lie.”

“I have not—”

“I have,” he husked, his eyes fierce. “And I haven’t stopped thinking of you since that night. You’re all I can fucking think about.”

He moved closer, his hands going to each side of me against the mirror. I bit my lip, looking into his gorgeous face.

“You’re in deep, and I can’t figure out how to get you out. And I know you feel the same.”

My heart pounded, my body shivering at his nearness.

He was right.

I hated that he was, but he was right. I hadn’t stopped thinking about this crude, cocky man for weeks now. I’d craved his touch, and I‘d wanted nothing more than to relive that night and do it differently. And here I was locked in a bathroom with him, the promise of that chance lingering on his lips.

“I—” I panted. “Chester—”

“Forget Chester,” he growled. “I promise you, Chester does not know what you want, and what you need.”

“And you do?”

“Damn right I do,” he husked, and I whimpered out loud.

He moved against me, his hand coming up to tease over my hip. I whimpered again.

“Tell me to walk away, and I’ll leave you alone, for good. I’ll leave you to your Chester and the boring life you could have with that asshole. But if you don’t tell me to walk away...” He moved his mouth close to my ear, his breath teasing over my neck and making me moan.

“If you don’t, then I promise I’m going to make you all mine.”

“You’re just trying to get into my panties,” I managed to hiss back.

He grinned. “Sweetheart, I’ve already been in your panties.”

My eyes went wide.

“You left three pairs of them in your hotel when you ran off.”

My jaw dropped. “What do you—”

“And damn did they feel good wrapped around my big cock,” he growled lowly.

I moaned, loudly. It was so filthy and so wrong and so bad thinking of this man masturbating with my panties. And I knew all that, but I couldn’t ignore the other part. I couldn’t ignore the part that imagined this gorgeous, dirty-sexy man wrapping my panties around his thick, throbbing cock and stroking it up and down with them.

God I was so wet thinking about it.

“The panties felt good, but I want what’s underneath.”

I moaned as he moved into me, his body pressing me against the glass behind me. His hands started to pull up my dress, over my knees, bunching it higher.

“Better tell me to stop, Princess,” he groaned. “Or there’ll be no stopping—”

I broke.

It was like him teasing me with the idea of stopping was enough to push me over the edge. The heat, and the wetness between my legs, and the naked desire for this man became too much, and before I could think about it or rationalize it, I opened my mouth and the words came out.

“Please don’t stop.”

Magnus froze for one second, before suddenly, with a fierce growl, his hand slipped up into my hair, cupping my jaw as he hungrily brought his lips crashing against mine.