FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Twelve
As the elevator inched toward the fourth floor, Smenkare smacked the big red emergency button. The car jerked to a stop and a loud, annoying bell clanged. He pinioned Kira to the wall, reached under her skirt, and jerked down her panties and hose. Loosened, they drifted past her knees. She wasted no time kicking off her heels and pushing the material from her legs. Smenkare unzipped his pants and placed his hard cock between her thighs.
Her purse thunked to the floor.
Her body trembled.
Her heart rejoiced.
"You are everything a man desires," he whispered. "And more than any man deserves. You are beautiful, my Kira."
"Please, Smenkare. You don't have to lie to me. I want honesty between us. I know what I look like in the mirror."
"How can you not know your own beauty? You have mirrors." He stroked her cheek. "Soft as a flower's petal." He touched her lips with his. "Succulent, talented mouth."
His grin made her blush.
