My Dark Prince: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance (Dark Prince Road)

In the hottest cinematic display since Megan Fox set fire to her tongue in Jennifer’s Body, Briar finished the burger with one giant bite that puffed up her cheeks like a chipmunk. The plate scraped against the marble countertop as she pushed it in.

“Can we borrow a few of your cars?” With a sigh, she slumped against the backrest. “I want to show the girls around.”

“Only if you don’t drive one yourself.” I noticed the swelling around her temple had died down, plus she no longer sported every shade of green and purple around it. Still, it didn’t hurt to play it safe. “You can’t drive before you get the all-clear from Doctor Cohen.”

“I feel perfectly fine.” She frowned. “Normal.”

“So happy to hear this. All the same, I’m not letting you drive without clearing it with Doctor Cohen.”

“Letting me?” Her eyebrows jumped up. Okay. Wrong choice of words. “I’m not asking for permission, Oliver.”

“I’m not giving you it, anyway, so what’s the problem?”

I was being obnoxious, I knew.

But old habits die hard, and the one thing that kept people at arm’s length from me was my tendency to say the shittiest things possible at any given moment. My every breath was designed to provoke and annoy. This especially applied to women, who often forgave my shortcomings. The words just flew out of my mouth before I could rethink them.

Her eyes resembled two giant moons, staring back at me with utter shock.

“Look.” I raised my hands in the air. “I could’ve chosen a better way to convey this …”

She pointed at the door. “Get out.”

Her friends’ heads snapped up from the loungers, swiveling to us.

I raised an eyebrow. “Technically, we are out.”

“Fine. Get in.” She shrugged. “Just stay the hell away from me.”

“It is my house.”

“It is my party, and you are not invited.”

“You cannot disinvite me from a party on my own property.”

“You’re right. I’m not disinviting you. You were never invited in the first place.” She cracked her knuckles, readying to stand. “I can escort you inside if you are so inclined.”

Where did this woman find the courage to act like G.I. Jane in a tiny bikini? I was devastatingly turned on. To the point where I worried my dick would fall off if I made any sudden moves. As it was, my erection pressed tight against the waistband of my Upland hunting pants.

Briar obviously wanted me to argue with her. I knew this, just as I knew she knew her request was unreasonable. It would be ridiculous to kick me out of my own home. At the same time, I wanted to humor her.

In thirty-three years, Briar had never gotten the chance to act up. As a child, she worked hard for crumbs of affection from her parents, which never came, anyway. She never rebelled. Never mouthed-off. Never made mistakes. Never was a kid.

In her twenties, she hustled with work and school. She never skipped a tuition payment. Never stayed out late. Never missed a work shift. Never enjoyed the thrill of making mistakes as a new adult.

Now, in her early thirties, I wanted to give this to her. To let her push the limits and show her that I’d still accept her, even if she messed up.

I shot up and raised both hands, backing away toward the doors to the living room. “I’m going, I’m going.”

I wasn’t fond of being treated like a disposable tissue by people, least of all by the woman I once loved, but I was fond of letting her win arguments.

I marched straight to the kitchen. That barbecue smell undid me. I flung open the fridge, with every intention of eating the entire goddamn thing, and tore off the lids to all the Tupperware in sight.

Well, fuck.

Steamed broccoli. Unseasoned chicken breast. Cauliflower rice. Nasty shit I usually ate to maintain my ten percent body fat. I tossed some frozen chicken nuggets into the air fryer, then dumped two packets of Buldak ramen into boiling water. What was the point of having Chris Hemsworth’s body if Briar didn’t want to climb it?

A loud thud startled me into missing the colander. My noodles took a dive down the drain, along with my soul. I snapped my eyes up from the sink. Briar’s tiny fists still curled around the tray she’d slammed onto the butcher’s block island. The half-empty drinks sloshed in their cups, spilling everywhere.

“I came in to put a load in the dishwasher.” She blew a lock of hair from her eye. “No need to make conversation.”

Fine by me. I nodded, silent, deliberately getting in her way as she moved around the kitchen. Her bikini bottoms rolled between her ass cheeks haphazardly, and her nipples stood as erect and pointy as two tiny diamonds. I wanted to scoop them into my mouth through the fabric and show her that her brain might hate me, but her body didn’t share the sentiment.noveldrama

Briar yanked on the dishwasher handle and began stacking cocktail glasses inside. “What are you looking at?”

“Want some help?”

“You could help me by dropping dead.” Still crouched, she felt for the surface above her head, found a flute, and tucked it inside the dishwasher. “It was completely humiliating back there. You sounded like my dad.”

“No offense, but your dad wouldn’t give a shit. He’d let you drive. I care, so I’m keeping you from harm’s way. You’ll be able to drive again in a matter of weeks. I’m not chancing anything. I can take you anywhere you want in the meantime. Be your little bitch. It’ll be fun.” I stopped to think about it. “Well, for you, at least.”

“Where was that energy when my parents disowned me at eighteen?”

“It was still there. I just had a lot to juggle, and I was overwhelmed. I was a kid, Briar.”

Would I have done anything different today? Yes. I’d like to think I would. In fact, I knew I would not have abandoned her if I could turn back time. I would do a lot of things differently. I’d tell Sebastian to fuck off when he issued the demand. I’d let him stay in England. I wouldn’t have pushed him off that boat.

But hindsight is 20/20.

Maybe I’d spent the past decade just telling myself what I wanted to believe.

Briar slammed the dishwasher shut, pushing some buttons until it roared to life. “Why are you lying to the entire world?”

I leaned on the counter from the opposite side, simply watching her and enjoying every second.

“You’re going to have to be more specific than that.” I raked her delicious body with my eyes, head-to-toe. “I throw a lot of lies out there.”

I never understood Zach and Romeo’s obsession with art, but I admitted now that they might’ve been onto something. Some things, you could spend eternity staring at and never get enough of.

“You’re lying to your friends about being a dumbass and an airhead.” Briar swiveled to face me. “You are none of those things.”

“Easier this way. Less expectations. Less pressure.”

“You’ve never had an issue with pressure before.” She squinted at me, leaning against the same counter I rested on. “What happened between then and now?”

The air fryer finished, beeping for me to open it up. I ignored it.

“I lost my trust in myself to do the right thing,” I growled out.

It was true. That year screwed me up.

Briar nodded. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, you weren’t the worst boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

My gaze dropped to her lips. “No?”

They were so fucking pouty and pink. I wanted to tug them in my mouth and run my tongue along the seam. The last thing I wanted, however, was to think about her exes. Maiming them with my bare hands, on the other hand …

Still, I couldn’t pass up any chance to not be the villain in her eyes, even if for a few seconds.

“Nope.” Her eyes dropped to my throat, where my Adam’s apple bobbed. “At least you gave me an orgasm that one night we had sex. One of my exes didn’t even manage that.”

“I bet I can give you an orgasm without even taking off your bikini if I wanted to.”

Her breathing became labored. I could tell by the way her chest moved. Mine, too.

She arched an eyebrow. “You mean if I wanted to.”

I licked my lips. “Oh, you do.”

We were standing close to each other, our bodies facing the island, our pinkies touching on the edge of the counter.

She released a rusty laugh. “You have no idea what I want, Oliver.”

“I think I do.”

I reached out and pushed her lower lip down just a fraction. The simple touch of her pillowy, warm lip against the pad of my thumb sent fissures through my body like I’d just climaxed. My whole torso jolted forward.

I held my breath, watching her reaction, waiting to see if she would tell me to fuck off.

She didn’t.

Instead, she gripped my forearm, tugging it between her tits. Her breath hitched. “No way can you make me come without taking off my bikini.”

It was a dare.

I never backed out of those.

It was also permission to touch her, which I accepted with an eagerness that shocked us both. In an instant, I had her flush against the counter, pinned by every inch of me. My dick found its home between her thighs, rubbing her through our clothes.

I slid my thumb from her mouth down to her neck, palming it until I covered its entirety with my big hand. Her eyelids fluttered. She felt it, too. This feral craving we had going on.

The tip of my nose found hers.

“Is this a bet?” my lips spoke against hers, but I didn’t kiss her. Not yet.

“If I don’t come, you have to let me borrow your car,” she challenged, her mouth moving over mine.

I smiled, indulging her. It didn’t matter if she asked me to pluck the sun from its place. She wouldn’t win this. No way she didn’t know that. She just needed an excuse to let me touch her.

“Sounds good. And if you do come …”

“Yes?”

“You let me fuck you.” I paused. “One time. Anywhere I want. Any time I want. Might be in a room full of people, or in the middle of the desert. You won’t say no. Let me show you what we were. That we can still have it.” I sucked in a breath. “That this is real.”

My palm moved down from her neck to her right tit, cupping it. Her back arched, and she groaned. She was such a goner. So was I. This was dangerous. Catastrophic. A mistake of epic proportions.

And, as far as I was concerned, the best fucking decision of our lives.

“Whatever.” She snorted. “Show me what you’ve got. But remember – you can’t remove any of my clothes.”

“Yup, I remember the rules.”

My hand slid back to her throat, tilting her head up, and I finally did what I’d wanted to do ever since I saw her at the hotel. I fused my mouth into hers and kissed her with everything I had.

It started soft. I wanted to give her the opportunity to break away if she changed her mind. But she didn’t. She grabbed my shoulders and drew me into her, our bodies flushed against each other.

I drank her in like nectar. Our tongues found one another, meeting in the middle. The kiss deepened, turning from soft and tentative to hungry and desperate. She kissed just like she did when we were teenagers. It made my entire body tremble before I even touched her properly.

One of my hands dropped to her waist, and I pressed her against my hard on, letting her see what she did to me. My pinky finger slid under the fabric of her bikini bottoms, between her upper thigh and her ass.

Briar quivered when I broke the kiss, running my mouth along the column of her throat. She threw her head back and let me lick down the sensitive path of her neck, until my tongue dipped between her full tits. She always had great tits. Even back then. But the years had been good to her.

“No cheating.” She tsked, already panting. “You can’t touch me under the bikini.”

I turned to her right breast, licked the curve beneath its underside, then took it all into my mouth through her bikini. She parked her elbows on the counter behind her as she watched me. I palmed her ass, gripping it roughly.

“You’ll regret saying this,” I murmured into her tit, full and round.

Her nipple puckered further behind the fabric.

“Nope. Don’t break the rules.”

I groaned, slipped my finger out of her bikini bottoms, and scrunched the fabric together a little, just enough to wedge it between her ass cheeks. With my fingers clenched around the strings, I tugged up, tightening the fabric at her pussy so she felt the pressure.

She moaned. Loud. Loud enough that the entire staff could hear, and Seb, and probably the horses in the stables, too. I didn’t care if astronauts could hear it in space. I just wanted her to do it again, and again, and again.

Briar threaded her fingers in my hair, directing my lips to her other tit. I laughed into her skin, teasing with slow tongue strokes before nipping her nipple with my teeth through the nylon. With my free hand, I dug my thumb into her clit. The swollen nub strained between us.

Her knees buckled, and she gasped.

I steadied her by the waist and hoisted her up on the counter. “Don’t be a sore loser, okay, baby?”

She let out a whine while I massaged her clit through the fabric, teasing the slit of her pussy with two fingers as another worked her sensitive bud.

I wanted to frame her in this moment and revisit the memory whenever life kicked my ass. Those heavy, lust-drunk eyes. The tiny gasps each time I touched her just right. The way she dragged her lower lip into her mouth and sucked like she wished it were my cock.

Anyone could walk into the kitchen at any time. In fact, between the staff and her friends, it was likely someone would. And still, I couldn’t stop. Neither could she.

I nuzzled the edge of her bikini strap with my nose, clamped it between my teeth, and tugged, not quite undoing it. Her eyes flared in warning. I laughed, parting her pussy lips with my fingers and slipping my entire middle finger into her through the thin fabric.

She clenched around me in an instant, so tight I couldn’t help but groan. If she had my finger in a death grip, I could only imagine what my dick had in store. It dripped cum at the tip, basically crying in my pants.

“Fine.” Briar began thrusting her hips into my hand, craving more of my touch. “Let’s cut the bullshit. No one here wants you to keep my modesty.”

With that, she released the strings behind her neck. Her top fell to the tiles in a heap, freeing her tits in front of my face.

They were gorgeous. Slightly freckled from the sun, the nipples small and erect.

I immediately began sucking on the left one, murmuring around it, “Now you have to let me fuck you whenever I want.”

“Yes, well, spoiler alert – that was going to happen anyway, and we both know that,” she snapped, annoyed.

It didn’t stop her from quivering around my finger, which kept fucking her through her bottoms. In fact, I could fuck her right now. She’d let me. But that would ruin her craving. Her anticipation. I wanted the fire in her to intensify with each encounter, each touch, each kiss …

I curled my fingers inside her, still trapped within the fabric, and hit her G-spot. Her hands dropped to my shoulders, nails digging in. I devoured the side of her neck, grinding my erection against her inner thigh, fucking her with everything I had in me without even fucking her.

“Oliver.” She threw her head back, panting. “I’m close. I’m so close.”

I knew she was.

She was riding my hand like a cowgirl.

“Come for me, Briar,” I breathed into her mouth, licking, biting, teasing, driving both of us mad. “Be a good girl and come all over my fingers.”

She did.

Spasmed all over my fingers, her sweet dripping cunt contracting tighter and tighter.

A rush of hot liquid met my fingers through the fabric. That almost did me in. I bit my tongue until it bled, forcing myself not to come at the sight of her orgasm. So familiar and yet so new. She was flushed pink, and happy, and alive.

A symphony of clattered pans and broken glass erupted behind my back.

“Oops.” One of her friends bumped into something. “I – I didn’t know …”

“Out,” I snarled, Briar still putty in my hands, riding the orgasm, too dazed to notice or care.

“Yup. Leaving now. I actually came to grab some ice—”

“Out.”

“Never mind. Yup. I’ll just grab that later.”

Briar collapsed in my arms when she finished. It took a full minute for her to recover. I relished all sixty seconds of her nestled against me, even though my cock was strained, hard, and aching for its own release.

Finally, she came out of the fog.

I knew the moment she did, because she pushed me away, huffing as she hopped off the counter.

“Joke’s on you, Ollie. I wanted to lose.”

“Watch me be devastated for being taken advantage of.” I eye-fucked her, eyes glued to her plump ass as she strolled out of the kitchen. “I meant what I said about our bet. Any time I want. Any place. One time. I call the shots.”

“That’s fine.” She stopped in front of the doorframe, tossing me a glance behind her shoulder. “I’m not going to fall in love with you again. Just so you know.”

“I’m not expecting you to,” I lied.

Truth was, when it came to her, I wanted everything and nothing at all. She fascinated and frightened me. Lured me in and scared me away.

I perched against the counter, trying to play it cool while my cock pulsated in my pants like a lion’s heart.

“As long as we’re on the same page.” Briar met my eyes, her chin level. “This is not a love story.”