The Temptation of Sin And The Lycan Princess

Chapter 5

5. A Father’s Demands

ROYCE.

I left. I don’t know, that just was not a conversation that I wanted to embarrass her with, by overhearing. Whatever was going on between her and her father was her business… but it did feel like I was stood up twice.

The passing streetlights soon become sparse as I drive my Bentley up the winding hill towards home. I can’t get either woman out of my head. Lil Lucifer, as I like to call her, didn’t even send another message since her surprising last text that read; ‘I didn’t really want to meet anyway.’

My replies to her were ignored, although she came online several times after I sent those. Maybe she got cold feet, but she should have given me an explanation or voiced her concerns rather than just cancelling on me without even a heads up.

Then there was Little Miss Green Eyes, sexy and sinful all at once, and now I kind of wish I had just fucked her first and played later. By the time I get out of my car and toss my keys to the valet, I’m even more aggravated than before.

I take the marble steps two at a time that lead to the massive mansion entrance and before I even reach the double doors that lead into the mansion, our butler Charles opens the door.

“Good evening, Master Royce.” He says politely, bowing his head.

“Evening Charles.” I reply not in the mood for conversation. I head across the huge foyer, walking past the fountain and taking one of the two flights of stairs.

Reaching my bedroom, I toss my jacket onto the couch, only for someone to reach out and catch it before it hits the sofa.

“What do you want, Aleric?” I ask, shutting the door behind me and heading across the huge room and through to the bathroom. I leave the door open as I wash my hands and face. Staring at my reflection as I try to calm the festering anger that is bubbling beneath the surface.

“This jacket smells of a rather delicious woman and sex…” He states lightly as I grab a towel and step out of the bathroom.

“And?”

He smirks as he sits there, leaning back against the sofa, his right ankle resting on his left knee.

“If you need to engage in meaningless sex, at least be discreet about it. We have a reputation, Royce.”

and staring at the last messages we

actually believe I’m about to meet the real little Lucifer. I’m intrigued

you

then her next

really want to meet,

cancelling? Or shall I

you really bailing? Talk to me, let’s figure

Not one fucking reply.

it but says nothing. “Well, father wants to see us first thing

as I

to the bathroom again. Closing the door behind

Lil Lucifer… from her sexy snippets she sends me… the way she talked… I try to put a face to her, only to conjure up the sexy bottle-green eyed Goddess from

hand around my dick, imagining it’s her… imagining her hand or better her lips around my cock… I began stroking it hard and fast, pleasure rushing through me. Her screams of pleasure as she lost control fill my mind as I replay the moment, the way she came undone around my fingers. The way her

I imagine fucking her, picturing that rose vine tattoo running up her waist and down her arm… the way her breasts rose and fell, her parted

Fuck!

cum across the stone-tiled wall of the shower, I place a hand on the wall, breathing hard as I watch the milky substance wash away. This isn’t how I wanted my night

—–

mind a tornado of emotions, and I couldn’t stop thinking of the Green-eyed goddess at the

Perfect isn’t it?

to message her again, she’s the one who cancelled on me. I

a ponytail, which reminds me of one of those dumb princes from cartoons. All he needs is a

made it.” Dad says from behind his enormous desk. His pale blue eyes are sharp and

glancing

me a small smile. One that is anything but pleasant. He may be a werewolf,

weren’t home

not give him any

are meant to be working on attaining the favour of the King,