After Sleeping with My Childhood Prince, I Kicked Him Out from My World novel Chapter 88

63. Public exhibit

<<. Avery. >>

I look at him, confused.

“You can’t be serious…” I say as a shiver passes down my whole body.

He quirks his brow and I sputter, “Ex- excuse me.. I need to go…

I get up and rush towards the restrooms, breathing hard.

I walk into the stall. Oh my God. How could he be so sincere a minute and be inappropriate the next freaking second?

Not even in my wildest dreams I would admit to anyone that the idea tingled me. I rushed away because I was afraid I would do exactly what he asked me. Sometimes I had so much control over me I could ride him there if he asked me to. This is why I’m hiding in this stall right now.

I walk out of the women’s restroom and lean onto the small balcony of the restaurant. It’s at the back of the building. Celebrities use back doors to enter the restaurants when they want to avoid paparazzi. Maybe next time Raylan could drop me at the back doors.

I lean on the railing, thinking. How would it work now? Would he be willing to go on regular dates? or will we keep it limited to the training now?

I am fine with either of those as long as he makes a commitment to spending time with it. It’s first step of any relationship.

Before I can turn, two hands clamp down on the railing on either side of my body, trapping me in between. Mile’s warm scent hits my nostrils. I take a deep breath and reply, “I was about to come back.”

“That’s not how this works, Avery.” He nudges his nose into my hair and takes a deep breath. “Are you being defiant on purpose? So I will punish you?”

“I am not being defiant. I–

“Did I give you permission to talk?” He asks in an ice cold voice. His breath is warm in my ear.

“I need permission to talk?”

“If you sign a BDSM contract with me… You need permission for everything, Avery.” He closes the distance and presses his hard length into my hips.

I want to object. There is no way I would agree to that, but it’s hard to think.

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Chapter 88

He removes a hand from the railing and trails his fingers down my cheek, over my shoulder, towards the side of my breast.

“It’s important that you realize how this will work. I don’t want any misunderstandings.”

“But–We haven’t talked yet.”

He nods behind me. “We will talk.. and cover everything… for now you need to understand that I will own you. At office… at the house and at the club. All the time.”

Did he say house?

It’s hard to focus with his finger, leaving a sensation all over my body.

“Okay…” I breathe out.

“Good girl.” His fingers go off course, moving down to the hem of my dress.

I stiffen when he pulls my dress up

I glance around nervously. We’re in a moderately hidden area, but it’s still public. I jerk away, but even with one arm, he holds me in place between his body and the balcony’s edge.

“What are you doing?” I gasp when his fingers reach up my inner thighs.

“Checking my assets…” His fingers push underneath the thin fabric of my panties and brush against my clit. I throw my head back and he crushes me against him, thrusting his cock against my hips harder.

“We can’t do this here,” I say. My heart is hammering against my chest.

“Sure we can,” he says in a low voice. “Why do you think I picked out this dress? Easy access.”

I blink. Did he know we will talk? Fuck, Why I am so easy on him. Does he always have his way with girls?