Page 62 of Heartless Sinner

He didn’t even glance back as he dressed.

Question answered.

I still tasted him on my tongue when I settled on my knees to better watch him.

He snatched my panties off the floor.

“What are you doing with those?” I asked.

“Adding them to my collection.”

“Is that why you ate me out?” I deadpanned. “You wanted another pair of my panties?”

“No. I did it because I’ve wanted to taste your pussy for years.” He shoved my panties into his pocket.

Damn him. I got even wetter.

“Are my panties the only ones in your collection?” I hated how much I needed his answer.

He came to the side of the bed and swiped his thumb along my lower lip, collecting a drop of cum before sliding it across my cheek. “Would it matter if I said yes?”

“More than I’d like,” I whispered.

“Then yours are the only ones in my collection.”

“You’re lying.”

“I wish I were.”

He leaned in until we were nearly nose to nose. “Do me a favor tonight.”

“No thanks.”

“Play with your pussy again, just like you did this morning.”

I reared back in confusion. “What?”

“But this time, moan my name louder. I want to hear it better.”

My brain went completely blank.

No way. No freaking way would he know that.

He pushed away from the bed and headed for the door, whistling under his breath.

I had no idea how he’d sneak out of the castle, but that was a him problem. I had bigger things to worry about, like how the hell he knew what I’d done this morning.

I threw my pajamas back on and drank half the water bottle on my nightstand to wash down the taste of his cum before tearing my room apart. There had to be a camera somewhere in here, and I wasn’t going to bed until I found it.

I stopped when my phone vibrated on my nightstand and stomped over to check it.

Brooks: What are you looking for, Princess?

I made a mental note to change his name in my phone to something more insulting.

Better yet, I was blocking his ass. I should’ve done that forever ago.

He sent me a photo next. When I opened it, I yelped and jumped back a step.