"I am not a princess. I am a whore." Alexa's eyes filled with sadness as she softly whispered, "Calling me princess feels like an insult now." The words hung in the air, Jean's heart sinking at the realization of the unintended hurt caused by his words.
Leaning forward, she closed the gap between them, her lips passionately pressing against his. The passionate kiss ignited a fire of lust within them.
"We didn't get a chance to make love yesterday," Alexa confessed, her voice tinged with a hint of regret. "I was busy visiting my mama." Her hands cupped his cheeks, pleading for him to understand.
"You called your mother 'mama'?" he asked a hint of surprise in his voice.
She nodded. "And you?"
"Mother," he replied, with a touch of formality in his tone.
A playful smile danced on her lips. "Damn, aristocrats are built differently."
A mischievous glimmer appeared in his eyes as he pulled her closer. "Come on pretty darling, I want my vulgar whore inside me now."
"Right, I am your whore. Do
