01.

ERENDINA.

I have a secret. I have many secrets.

And nobody knows my secrets.

To the rest of the realm, I’m too flawless. To them, I’m the princess with the perfect life—one that’s envied by all.

But they do not know me. They do not know of my secrets. They do not know of the person that hides behind the perfect display I put on for the rest of the world. They do not know I’m undeserving of every word they’ve defined me with. They do not know that I’m neither brave nor strong. And I’m most certainly not pure.

A pure princess wouldn’t do what I’m doing right now—a dirty deed that’s quickly become an addictive habit of mine.

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The sound of my moans bounces off the walls of the room as the blindfolded man between my thighs leaves wet kisses across my skin, my body vibrating with raw anticipation as his mouth edges closer to where I’ve soaked my panties with my juices.

“Hmm.” The sound that he makes with his throat makes my core clench harder and when his mouth presses against the front of my drenched panties, I gasp, a soft, sated sigh leaving my parted lips.

He presses his fingers into my thighs, spreading them even more apart as he drags his teeth across my panties and I shut my eyes, pleasure raking through my being at his torturous teasing.

“Be quick.” The words leave my mouth when he continues to play with the fabric of my panties, and I hear the sound of his chuckle before I feel him move.

He tugs my panties down my legs, yanking the material off my feet before he drops back between my thighs. I slide up against the headboard of the bed, mouth agape as I watch him trace his fingers along my legs. When he catches hold of my ankles, he throws my legs over his shoulders before he drops his face in my middle and I moan, my right hand reaching down to grab his hair when I feel his breath blow against my core.

“Oh Goddess.” My fingers threads through his hair when he sucks my pussy lips into his mouth before he slips his tongue into my opening and my fingernails scratches into his scalp, legs tightening around his neck as he starts to fuck me with his tongue—so skillful and relentless in the act.

“Yes. Goddess, yes. More. Oh.” It isn’t long before my senses are dulled by the way he’s eating my pussy and my heart shakes as I imagine it’s him.

I imagine his hazel eyes staring up at me to watch the mess he’s making of me amidst each stroke of his tongue. I imagine his hands sliding up my sides as he groans against my core, unable to get enough of me, and I imagine the dirty words that’d leave his mouth as he brings me closer to my orgasm.

Trembles scatter through me as I open my eyes, and the image before me distorts. I no longer see an unfamiliar man between my legs; I see him. And at the sight of him, I pull away from his merciless mouth, letting my legs drop from his shoulders. I yank him up so he climbs over my body before switching the positions so he’s pressing against the headboard and I’m straddling his lap.

I make quick work of the zipper of his pants and drag it down along with his boxers, freeing his hardness. A shaky exhale leaves me at the sight of the thick, long dick and I wrap my hand around it, stroking it a few times. I earn several grunts before I use my free hand to push my panties to the side. I move over his cock and shiver when the tip presses against my core.

With a huff, I press my hands to his shoulders before sinking down his length in one rough movement.

A scream tears off my lips as my walls stretch to his size, and tears burn my eyes despite having done this many times.

“Are you okay?” The man speaks, and I blow a breath before answering in broken words. “Don’t speak.” At my command, he keeps shut and I take a few seconds before I start to move. I push up his length then slam down again, taking a moan from both of us.

“Fuck, woman. You’re killing me.” He rasps, and my eyes drop to his face. His head is raised, the blindfold sitting perfectly on his eyes, hiding my identity from him. I stare at his open mouth as I rock against him, increasing my pace when his hands cover my chest and he palms my breasts, squeezing my sensitive buds through the fabric of my dress.

“Yes. Yes!” I chant as I roll my hips with each bounce, my eyes closing as I feel my orgasm fast approaching.

Before I can reach it, he flips us, pressing me into the mattress with hands squeezing my chest as he thrusts into me. I wrap my hands around his neck, pushing his face into my shoulder as I bind my legs around his waist. He bites into my neck, leaving kisses across the skin and the action only worsens the heat that settles in my lower belly as he fucks me into the bed.

I shut my eyes, letting myself slip into my imagination once again and when I see those hazel eyes this time; I lose it, the heel of my feet digging into his ass as I quiver through my climax with a sob of his name. “Dominic!”

He doesn’t stop. He wraps a hand around my throat as he fucks me through my high. After a few more thrusts, he pulls out before he collapses on me.

The sound of our breathing and the smell of our sweat hang high in the air as we fall into silence. When my eyes open, I’m dragged back into the reality I’m in and I push the man off me before climbing off the bed.

“Are you leaving?” He asks as I grab my panties off the floor and when I don’t answer, he chuckles. “That was nice. When would I see you again?”

Again, I don’t give an answer.

My movement is frantic as I wear my panties and push my hands through my hair in an attempt to straighten the knots.

“I’ve been meaning to ask.” His voice comes again as I drop to the edge of the bed to put on my shoes. “Whose name is it you call when you finish? It isn’t mine.”

My throat works at the question, the familiar tightening of my chest that reminds me the name I call isn’t one I should be calling, especially not now, arriving, but I force an exhale and rise to my feet.

I look at the man who remains blindfolded and say, “I do not know your name. And you shouldn’t be asking questions. I’ll walk out now, and you can remove that blindfold in two minutes.” Without sparing him another glance, I grab the scarf that sits on the single chair in the room, then make my way out.

I drape the scarf over my head and cover my face with the clothing as I step into the hallway. The sounds of skin slapping and moans fills each corner—as expected of a whore house—and I scrunch my nose as though I wasn’t just one of them.

I move the scarf higher up my nose as I step out of the building, and the streets are loud with the chatter of drunk men and the few vendors left in spite of the late hour.

My heart starts to pound in my chest when I earn a few glances as I walk past. I should be used to them by now because the way I shield my face calls attention to me every single time. Some of these people probably don’t know I’m their princess, but it doesn’t make me any less paranoid. Anyone could see. There are eyes everywhere—even at corners my sight can't reach—which is why I must remain covered every single time.

This place is the last place the princess of the kingdom should be found.

I’m rounding a corner that leads away from the busy streets when my steps falter, my eyes widening as they fall on a familiar figure. Dread fills my body, and my heart races as I start to stumble back, trying to find an escape before his eyes fall on me.

My eyes are darting around when a hand comes over my mouth, and I’m dragged into the middle of the dark alleyway with a body pressing into mine. “Keep it down, Princess.”