FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Six
Using what little powers he was allowed, he'd encouraged his Mistress to believe she was creating the fantasy, not enjoying a real encounter. He found it was less of a shock for his Mistresses if he began this way. Most women, no matter how badly they sought companionship, did not appreciate a man with a hard-on suddenly appearing between their legs with an offer to satisfy their every whim.
Grabbing a pillow and tucking it under his head, Smenkare studied the bedroom. The white bed with its matching dresser and nightstands overwhelmed the tiny space.
The bedcovers, covered in little purple flowers were scratchy--and ugly. His gaze took in the knickknacks on the dresser, the clothing draped over a purple chair in the corner, and the few framed pictures adorning the walls. He saw two doors on either side of the room.
