The King's Lover
Chapter 27: Take Off Your Clothes

Chapter 27: Take Off Your Clothes

"Take off your clothes," Caius ordered.

Rose’s eyes flew open. Surely the order couldn’t be for her—but unfortunately, she was the only one actually wearing any clothes. She raised her head and immediately regretted it. She tried to lower it again, but Caius slowly shook his head, his gaze straying to her chest before returning to her face.

Rose undid the ropes around her waist and let the robe fall, leaving her in an undergarment that hid very little. She fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself, her nipples pressing against the thin fabric.

Caius took a sharp breath, cursing under his breath, but his words were cut off as Delphine touched her chest and gasped. "Did your highness just get bigger? Is that even—Aah!" she cried as Caius grabbed her waist and slammed her onto himself.

She froze, trying to recover, but Caius pulled her hair back sharply. "Don’t you dare stop moving."

Delphine obeyed, though the strain on her face was obvious. Rose was snapped back to reality by a hand sliding up her leg. She looked down to see the crown prince watching her, his other hand resting behind his head. He was daring her to move away. Rose clenched her fists and met his gaze with defiance. He raised a brow and smirked, his hand continuing its slow exploration, his fingers trailing her inner thighs as their eyes remained locked.

Don’t move. Don’t move.

Rose repeated the words in her head like a mantra. His fingers slipped beneath her undergarment, venturing dangerously close to a place she desperately tried to ignore. She couldn’t dare bring herself to pull away. His touch was warm, teasing, and deliberate. freeNovelFire

Rose jerked as he traced a single finger over her most sensitive spot. His expression brightened, and he commanded, "Bend forward."

Rose winced but complied, and his finger slipped inside her. She gasped, nearly jumping away, but she managed to hold herself still. The sensation was strange, unfamiliar, and yet there was something else—something she couldn’t quite name.

"You can pretend all you want, but I know," he said, pushing deeper. Rose squirmed, biting her lip to stifle any sound. She’d rather die than let him hear her.

Her head hovered directly above his, and his eyes watched her intently. Rose braced her palms on the bed for support. He added a second finger, and she unconsciously spread her legs wider to accommodate him.

Why did he ’ave to ’ave such thick fingers?

Suddenly, his fingers curved, and like a spark igniting, a wave of pleasure surged through her body. Her eyes widened, and a sound caught in her throat, but no noise escaped as the crown prince sealed her lips with his own. If his fingers were warm, his lips were scorching, his tongue demanding and relentless. freeNovelFire

The kiss was nothing like Ander’s, where he had allowed her to take the lead. The crown prince was in complete control, his movements primal and unyielding. Rose struggled to keep up, her legs trembling as the strange sensation built within her. She tried to pull away, but his hand behind her head held her firmly in place as he ravaged her mouth.

A soft moan escaped her throat. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as his fingers moved relentlessly. She was close—she didn’t know to what, but she was close—until the crown prince abruptly broke the kiss and withdrew his hand. Rose collapsed to the floor, breathing hard, her head resting against the bed.

"Get off," he growled, his voice strained with pain.

Delphine moved away just as he spilled onto the sheets. The entire time, his eyes remained locked on Rose. He smirked. "Did you want to finish?" he asked.

Heat flooded Rose’s cheeks, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

"Leave, both of you."

Rose scrambled to her feet, grabbing her robe and hastily draping it over herself. Her back still ached, and the events of the last few moments left her feeling raw and exposed. She secured the robe and fled the room with Delphine close behind.

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Rose looked around the unfamiliar room. She wasn’t sure how she had gotten here, but as they were leaving, Delphine had grabbed her and led her to this space. It was still within the crown prince’s wing, and it was clear the room had been prepared for Delphine. The bed was similar to the one in the crown prince’s chamber, though half the size.

The room lacked chairs but featured a desk, a shelf filled with books, a large wardrobe, and a dressing area. Despite its simplicity, it was far grander than any room Rose had ever slept in. Perhaps that was why she wasn’t bolting for the door—or maybe it was curiosity.

Delphine stood uncomfortably close, inspecting her. "You know, when I heard the crown prince had brought a little plaything to the castle, I could scarcely believe my ears."

"Playt’ing?" Rose asked, horrified. "Tha’s not what I am."

Delphine raised a brow. Her robe hung loosely over her shoulders, her breasts barely concealed. Her folded arms were the only thing holding the robe in place and it also featured as a support for her breasts.

"Then what do you call yourself?" Delphine asked with a smirk. She was at least ten years older than Rose, with pale skin and luxurious black hair that cascaded over her shoulders.

"Rose," she replied.

"Rose," Delphine repeated, walking away. "It’s a pretty name."

She reached the bed and opened a drawer, pulling out a pipe. Rose watched as Delphine lit it with the lamp on the table. She took a long drag and exhaled slowly, her expression relaxing. She turned to Rose, offering the pipe.

Rose shook her head, remaining by the door. "Nay."

"You need it," Delphine said with a smile. "Well, I know I do. After a fuck like that, phew. I could use a little something."

"I’m fine," Rose replied, eyeing Delphine warily. She wasn’t sure what to make of her.

"You know, I’ve never been to the castle before. The crown prince must have fucked me at least a hundred times—his vigor is second to none," she added with a smirk. "But not once has he called for me like this. You can imagine my shock when I found out why." Delphine stood again.

"Why tell me tis?" Rose asked, wondering if she should just leave.

Delphine sighed. "No reason," she whispered, stopping in front of Rose once more. "No reason," she repeated, blowing a puff of smoke in her face.

"Stop," Rose said, coughing.

"I’m sorry," Delphine smirked. "You really do have pretty hair and such a lovely face. I definitely see why."

"Why what?" Rose asked.

Delphine shrugged and began walking away. "You can stay here tonight. It’s too late to wander the castle, and I sleep better with company, so this works for me too."