Mine: His Caged Princess
Chapter 41

He played with her breasts while kissing her passionately. “You’re so beautiful, Ara.” He whispered, breaking the k**s. Her heart fluttered at his compliment. She wanted to say the same thing to him but pressed her lips together. They were not supposed to say that to each other.

“Can’t you finish this sooner? I have a morning shoot tomorrow.” She said, averting her eyes. She didn’t want to feel anything except good s*x.

“Sure!” She heard his cold tone, but she didn’t dare to ask the reason behind it because she already knew it. ‘Congratulation, Tee! This thing started hurting both of you already.’ Her mind mocked her.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!” She screamed loudly when he thrust her inside her in one go. He appeared to have written the word ‘FINISH’ on his heart. Wylder wanted to ask if she was fine or to show any concern. But he didn’t. Because he wasn’t allowed. She wanted it without any feelings.

He wanted to make love to her, but he pushed that idea away from his mind and started thrusting inside her hard and fast. Night was already back in his mind, so he wasn’t scared that he would harm her.

He slammed his lips against her, closing his lips because he didn’t want her to see into his eyes when he sensed her in pain.

He didn’t stop to ask her if he should stop. He didn’t slow down either. Breaking that hug, he hid his face in her neck. He pushed harder and deeper till his dickens could reach inside her.

Tiara could barely match his pace. Hell, she had a hard time even breathing.

Soon, her pain turned into pleasure. She was glad that she was in a suite instead of any normal room, or everyone would have known what she was doing because her screams were too loud.

“Wylder.. F**k!! Wow!! Ahh… ” Her whole body started quivering, silently signaling to him that she was close. All of a sudden, he pulled his d**k out of his pussycat and changed positions by sitting on his knee. He grabbed the ankle of her legs and opened it wide before slamming inside her again by holding her ankle.

“Aaaahhh….” She screamed, and he started pounding inside her again. “Wylder.” She m****d his name again and again.

He was hurting her, but she liked the way it hurt.

“I’m coming, Wild,”

Hearing this, Wylder kissed her again, this time hungrily. In the next second, her entire body shook from her other o****m. She could tell by the tensing of his back beneath her hands that he was right. It won’t take him long.

“Araa..” He mumbled. “F*****g heaven.” Soon, his legs began, and he pulled his manhood out of her pussycat, releasing all his seeds on her stomach.

“F**k!! That was… wow!!” He was panting heavily.

‘It was indeed WOW!’ Tiara considered it but did not tell him.

“How was it?”

“One out of a hundred.” She teased him. “I’m sure with a lot of practice you can score better.” She was thankful that his Lycan wasn’t there, or she would have fainted by now.

“One day, I will score a thousand out of a hundred.” He said it confidently with a smile. A smile warned Tiara that this man was dangerous to her heart. “Let me help you with the cleaning.”

“That is not required, Wild. It will be better if you will stop showing any feelings while having s*x.” She said, cutting him in between, not looking into his eyes because she knew she was acting like a b*tch.

“R-I-G-H-T. I will try not to.” Wylder said, nodding his head.

“You can stay in the room behind this. And good night.” She said.

“Good night, Ara,” Wylder responded, taking his cue to leave with a fake smile on his face. He leaned toward her and kissed her forehead before leaving the bed. He grabbed his clothes and walked out of the door, trying not to feel anything, but all this arrangement had started hurting him already.

He reached into the other room just like she had told him and went into the bathroom to shower first. He knew that he was so desperate that he grabbed the first opportunity he got to have her, but at the same time, the end of this arrangement was scaring him.

He also knew that he could step out of all of this, but he didn’t want to. He wanted to work hard and hope that one day, she would let him love her, pamper her, cuddle her, and most importantly, wouldn’t kick her out of her room after having s*x.

On the other side, Tiara was resting in the tub, closing her eyes, and her feelings were almost like Wylder’s in one respect. She wanted to call off this arrangement because Wylder’s smile, his words, and his caring nature were doing something to her broken heart.

A little part of her didn’t want to do it. Instead of that, she would ask him to stop caring and showing concern while f*****g her.

‘Yes! That will be fine.’