Chapter three

Eric's POV

His house wasn’t far from the club, a street away. Sexual tension filled the air as he drove towards his house, his hands still on my dick. My eyes roamed around his body, his abs, his smirk as he glanced at me. His car smelt just like him, danger mixed with sin.

 From what I have gathered from the stranger, his name is Damien. That was the only thing I knew. Immediately he drove to his penthouse; he parked his car and stepped out, turning around to open my door.

 His rough, masculine hands cupped my cheeks; his eyes met mine, burning with desire and something I can't place my hands on.

The light glowed on his face, revealing his clear olive skin and blue eyes. My eyes landed on his lips. I sucked in a deep breath. A rush of desire filled me as I stared at his full lips.

A smile graced his lips. “ I was right. You are actually beautiful.” My heart skipped a bit as I stared at him.

A red hue covered my cheeks. Maybe because I wasn’t used to compliments. Mike never complimented me. He only showered me with praises when I sent him money and took him on secret vacations.

 He denied having a girlfriend in public and would go as far as kissing a girl, and when I asked, he told me it was to cover up. Besides, from time to time, he would love to have varieties to himself. And here was a handsome stranger calling me beautiful.

 I opened my mouth to say a word, but he crashed his lips into mine almost immediately, his breath rushing into my mouth as our tongues rolled against each other, screaming out our desire, lust for lust, sin for sin, and danger for danger.

 His lips consumed me wholly, making me forget the world I lived in, swallowing the pain with every kiss he placed on my neck. I let out a moan when his lips came in contact with my neck.

He pulled back and stared at me for a while. “Fuck! What the hell are you doing to me?” he asked in a soft voice.

I shrugged and kissed him; I liked it if I was being sincere. The guilt has died at the bar. Mike did not come. He gave up on me.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his erection rub against mine as he carried me to his bedroom, planting soft kisses on the way. Immediately we went there, and he gently laid me on the bed and started unbuttoning my shirt, taking a few breaks to kiss the hell out of me before continuing.

 He helped me unbuckle my trousers, pulling them down, leaving me with only my pants and a huge erection. His eyes stared at my whole body, drinking me in with desire.

His eyes landed on my dick, the tension thickened, and desire danced round the air. “Fuck me,” he muttered before taking my lips once more, placing kisses on them; his lips found my nipples.

 He sucked on them for a while, desire flooding me as a suppressed groan escaped me.

Then, without any warning, my phone's ringing tone filled the air. My heart dropped immediately, knowing fully well that it could be Mike; I stared at his eyes, his cold eyes filled with panic.

 He shook his head, whispering “no” to me. I reached for my phone and looked at the caller, “Mike”, displayed coldly.

Before I could pick up the call, he dragged the phone from me and threw it.

I glared at him. “ I have to go,” I whispered as he planted soft kisses on my neck. “Mike is waiting for me,” I said.

 “No, you won’t,” he groaned back as he pulled my pants down.

My next word died when his lips came in contact with my tip, licking my pre-cum off me. Guilt died down as desire rushed through my body, breaking every resolution I once had.

“Fuck,” I cursed as a groan escaped me. I found myself grabbing his hair, burning my dick inside his warm mouth. He kept on taking in every inch of me, fastening his pace as my dick hardened more. I could feel myself getting close.

I closed my eyes and fell back as the rush of desire flowed towards my dick. He wrapped his arms around my neck, strangling me not too much; his pace fastened the more I was close, too close.

“I’m about to cum,” I whispered. He nodded, and in a split second, my seed rushed out, filling his mouth, and to my surprise, he took it and swallowed every drop.

 Mike never ever did that; the thought of swallowing someone's cum irritated him, but he begged me to swallow it, and I did because I wanted to satisfy him. I did not want him to leave me. I was so scared of being alone. Without a warning, he turned me to the other side and buried his side dick inside me. “Do well to remember who owns you the next time,” he growled.

I closed my eyes as a delicious needle of pain spread through my skin. Settling into me. I could feel his long length as he thrust into me, slowly at first. “Fuck”, I groaned, several emotions rushing through me; my heart beat faster as I took in his whole length.

He wrapped his hand around my neck, bending my face to his as he kissed my lips passionately, making the pain so light, replacing the pain with ecstasy. Being with him made me feel light and complete.

forgetting my sorrows in a moment. Made me remember what it felt like to be young without any life scars. “Next time you try leaving me for Mike. Remember that he can never make you feel like that. Do I make myself clear?” he asked, thrusting deeper.

“Yes….Fuck!” I screamed as he hit my G-spot, his pace increasing faster, thrusting deeper than ever, his groans filling the pain mixed with my muffled groans of pleasure. A loud groan escaped his lips as he collapsed on me, his liquid filling me in.

 He rolled on to the other side of the bed, gasping lightly before wrapping his arms around mine. I turned around to take in his face , his handsome face.

Then I noticed he still had his clothes on. Cold licked my skin, making me feel strange. There is no way the person who had just given me the best fuck of my life was still in clothes.

I hated this feeling; with what I had felt with him, seeing him in clothes felt like there was a layer separating us.

My hands moved to his belt; he grabbed my hands immediately, stopping me. “Don’t,” he ordered in a raspy voice. “Why?’ I asked in a silent whisper, my hands itching me to go against his will and do it on my own accord.

“I don’t want you to,” he said and sat up, drawing me closer, wrapping my naked body around his. “ I am a giver. I like my partners enjoying it for the first time,” he whispered as he planted soft kisses on my lips.

“So you would allow me to touch you next time?” I asked.

He smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared at me. “Yeah, that’s if you are okay with us meeting again,” he said.

A pink hue covered my cheeks. I wanted to say yes, that I would love to come once more, but deep down I knew it was just a one-night stand and that would be all. I am going to go back to my old life where I am the prince. This can't work; besides, I have a chance of still making it up with Mike. I can’t leave him for a stranger.

I swallowed hard and pulled away, the realization of my reality hitting me. I just had a one-night stand with a stranger, someone I did not know. What if he decides to report me to someone or he sees me on any board or television and realizes that he had sex with me?

I need to leave now and maybe send people to bribe him. In as much as I wanted to stay with him, I knew this was too risky.

My eyes searched for my clothes that were on the floor. I rushed towards them, picking them up. “Are you going already?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied curtly as I wore my singlet. He walked towards me, wrapping his arms around me. “Please stay for the night.”

I heaved a sigh. “I can't, and we will not be meeting again.”

“What do you want? Is it money? I can give you…” he whispered, his voice filled with a plea.

Anger crawled within me; my eyes widen at the realization that he brought me here thinking I am some prostitute he picked up at the club. He sees me as some gay prostitute that he can own and buy off.

I pushed his hands away from my body almost immediately, twirling around to face him. “No, and just so you know, I am not some street boy you can fuck with whenever you want. I am not a prostitute, and you can keep your goddamn money because I assure you, Damien, I am above your little pay grade.” I snapped, walking out on him.

He stood behind, watching me pick my remaining properties. “What's your name? He asked.

I stood by the door, taking in his beautiful face that I would likely never see again, the stranger who, although I liked, I had to forfeit for my throne. Should I give him my name? Or maybe it was just an unwise decision. “Eric”, I answered crisply before walking away.

The drive towards the house was an ablation once, filled with unshaded tears, my heart heavy with sadness like I was losing something so precious to me. Luckily my mum was not around to ask me questions.

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The next morning came in a rush; my mum barged into my room to wake me up even before seven. “Get dressed; we are going to visit Katherine’s family. Her uncle, who is a mafia don, flew into the country just to see you.” She said it with so much excitement that it immediately made me hate the man.

“Mafia? Since when did royalties start mixing with mafia business? I asked.

Since now. Get dressed and learn not to ask any questions. I rolled my eye and heaved a sigh as I got into the bathroom and got dressed. I wore a three-piece suit and trousers, making sure I looked like a prince. My mum and I got into the same car without saying a word till we got to the house.

Katherine's family house was at the outskirts of our town. An old tall building built with expensive intricate Italian designs.

Katherine immediately walked up to the side of my car and stood by the side, watching with eagerness as the guards opened the door for me. "welcome to my home, Prince Eric,” she said, giving me a sweet, innocent smile, her blue eyes filled with excitement and expectations.

She was really a beautiful, sweet girl and would have made a beautiful wife. I can see it in her eyes, how pure she is, but unfortunately I can't give her what she wants.

I plastered a smile. “Thank you, Katherine. You look beautiful.”

A pink hue covered her cheeks. “Thank you. Please come in,” she said, ushering me inside. My mum walked up to her and gave her a brief hug as they exchanged pleasantries. I rolled my eyes almost immediately; nothing irritated me like my mum's fake emotions.

Her mum came to meet us halfway, bowing slightly at me. Immediately we stepped into the house, a familiar smell wrapped around my nostrils. Why did the scent smell so much like damn? But it can't be him. Maybe I might have been mistaken; I can't master my one-night stand's scent in a night.

My eyes scanned the whole room and then fell on the man exchanging pleasantness with my mum, his eyes on mine with a wide smirk. Colour drained from my face, adrenaline rushing through me.

My mouth opened slightly as he walked towards me with my mum by his side. She stood beside me, wrapping her arms around me. “This is my son Damien. The future king of Elorida,” she announced.

What the hell! I muttered. My eyes moving from my mum to him.

The way he looked at me, the way his eyes wrinkled at the side, and his rough baritone voice made it evident that he knew who I was. He knew he was the boy he fucked yesterday, and he clearly had no remorse whatsoever.

But as for me, it was worse; my secret was out in the open. I had fucked my fiancé's uncle