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against the stone wall. Before I can ask what he means, his mouth is on mine. I allow myself to get lost in a charming prince regardless of the consequence. This may be my first and last kiss once Milly finds out. It’s not a terrible way to go, I suppose.

Chapter Seven Sov

It is a mistake to kiss her. The desire to possess her rose up in me when I first saw her, but now…now, I’m going to have to lay waste to entire kingdoms to keep her. I force her mouth open wider, wanting to taste all of her. My tongue flicks along the inner recesses of her cheeks, across the top of her mouth and along the soft surface of her tongue. The world drops away, and all I care about is the way her lips feel against mine, the tightness of her hands gripping my surcoat, the gasps of desire she makes whenever I hit an erogenous spot.

I want to feel more of her. The dress that I thought was gorgeous is a nuisance. I tug at the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up only to find more fabric. It’s a fucking Russian doll of dresses. I’m never going to get through. I abandon going under her skirt to find her sweet pussy and search for the zipper. She had to be put in this gown some way. Frustration mounts when my search comes up empty.

Dragging my mouth down her neck, I demand, “Zipper, where is it?”

“Z-z-zip-per?”

“This dress. It needs to go.” I abandon words because my mouth has found the swell of her tits, heaving above the edge of her dress. I dig my fingers inside the top and find a pert nipple. I give it a squeeze, which causes her to jerk against me. “Zipper, babe,” I remind her. “Then I can put this ripe little berry in my mouth.”

I roll the bud between my fingers as I lave the tops of her breasts. My mouth waters in anticipation of sucking on her tits. My cock pulses and throbs, eager to get inside of her hot cunt. Her breaths are short and uneven. A rosy flush covers the skin that’s bared.

Baby is turned the fuck on. That’s probably why she’s not unzipping her dress. No worries. I got that covered. On her side, I find the stupid mechanism and give it a good yank.

“Wait,” she says, but her tits are free, and I can’t hear anything above the roar of blood in my head as the juicy flesh bounces out of the constraints of the dress. I mold one of her precious tits in my palm and lift it to my mouth. My lips close around the nub, and I suck hard, wanting her to feel it in her pussy.

Fuck, I want to touch her sex. I tug the dress down, but it gets caught around her waist. A knife. That’s what I need. I break away and reach down for the stiletto strapped to my thigh. I hear a cry, and this time it’s not passion but fear.

Mackenzie’s eyes are wide, and her hands are clasping her dress against her magnificent tits. “What is that for?”

I’d forgotten I had the knife in my hands. I flip it, idly, and advance. “It’s for the dress. That thing has got to come off so we can fuck.”

It’s like I turned a switch, only the light in her eyes goes from “on” to “off.”

“I’m not that type of girl.”

My hand tightens around the hilt. “You’re not interested?”

I can’t believe it. A minute ago, she was melting in my arms, panting out her desire. Her fingers were in my hair, messing with my clothes. The top two buttons of my shirt are undone, and my bowtie is askew. I point the knife at the undone silk tie. “This you?”

She averts her eyes to some point over my shoulder. I turn around to see another woman standing in the entrance to the alcove. Two of my bodyguards are blocking her path, but the woman seems undeterred. She tilts her head one way and then another, as if trying to get a better look at the situation. I slide in front of her and flip my knife again. “Is there a problem, Rodrigo?”

“No sir,” comes the immediate, sharp reply.

The two close ranks, forming a wall that no mere woman is getting past. Turning back to Mackenzie, I direct one of my most charming smiles toward her. “Where were we?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m not up for this.” She struggles with her zipper. Her tits are a bit too big for the dress, making it hard for her to close up shop, so to speak.

“No one is getting past my men.” I slide the tie off and stick it into my pocket. “There’s no need for this.” I draw the sharp end along the zipper. One slice and the whole thing will unravel and then I can have her riding my stiff cock.

“No.” She draws in a deep breath and meets my gaze head-on. In her eyes, I see a steely resolution, and my plans for the night are snuffed out like a candle under glass. With a sigh, I step back.

“I’m on the top floor. Come and visit me tonight.”

“I can’t,” she says, still struggling.

Irritated, I stick the knife between my teeth and knock her hands away. “Suck in,” I order, and then draw the zipper closed. I remove the blade and tuck it away.

Even with her dress put to rights, she looks disheveled. Her lips are swollen. Her hair’s tumbling around her shoulders. She’s halfway undone already. Why can’t she let go and allow me to give her pleasure tonight?

“You can’t or you won’t?”

Before I can answer, a loud ringing noise fills the room. “Dinner is being served,” someone announces.

“You should go eat,” Mackenzie says.

“I was trying to,” I smirk, but I receive only a blank stare in return as if she doesn’t

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