Earning the Love of a Princess-Chapter 287: Violet: Give It Your All

Instead, Leo looked thoughtful, almost tender. "Ilse is lovely and I respect her beliefs of waiting until marriage. But men have needs, physical needs. So I’m doing what any man would do and having them met. Like here and now."

"Have you explained that to her? About your, uh, needs and how they’re currently being met?"

"Of course not." Leo glared at her as if she’d said something ridiculous. "Why would she need to know? It’s a different part of my life that has nothing to do with Ilse."

"I don’t think she’d see it that way, my lord. Ilse wants a faithful man. Most women do." Violet couldn’t believe how the prince justified his behaviour, acting as if some of his encounters with women could just be excused.

Leo’s jaw jutted out stubbornly. He was obviously not enjoying the general direction of conversation. "She doesn’t need to know and she’s not going to know, because who’s going to tell her? You?"

"What if I did?" she asked quietly. "What if I told Ilse the truth, to spare her the pain of finding out another way that you’re dallying behind her back?"

"You have no proof of that."

"Of course I do! I’ve seen you." Violet insisted. "I’ve seen you with that red haired chambermaid, and with Kathryn Danner. And now you’re here with me, aren’t you?"

Leo’s smile turned dangerous. "All you have are words, Violet. And why would Ilse take the word of the sister she’s barely on speaking terms with these days, over mine?"

"Because I’m telling the truth!"

Leo tugged off his velvet tunic and dropped it to the floor. "The truth is what we allow ourselves to believe, nothing more. If you go and accuse me to Ilse, she won’t believe you. She’ll simply think they’re the words of a sister who’s always trying to compete with her. And she’d be right."

Violet started shaking with anger at his dismissive reply. Not so much because it was cold, but because it was true. Leo was correct about both things - Ilse wouldn’t believe her and Violet was indeed trying to compete. They both knew it.

"I am just as fine and well bred and as special as Ilse." Violet whispered, staring Leo right in the eye. "And I can give you more than her."

Leo smiled wider. "Prove it then." He began unbuttoning his shirt.

She knew what she needed to do.

Violet twisted her arm behind her back and pulled at her gown’s laces to untie them. The bodice of her dress loosened and the garment started slipping down her shoulders and arms. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it, standing in only her chemise.

She looked up to see Leo bare chested and unbuckling his belt. Violet took a moment to admire the way his biceps flexed as he fumbled with the laces of his trousers.

He was a handsome man and she was determined to do this well.

He looked at her and clicked his tongue. "Take your shift off too. Then lie on the bed and spread your legs apart for me."

Violet hesitated, feeling her cheeks burn at the crudeness of Leo’s abrupt request. "Is...is that really necessary, my lord?"

"No it’s not necessary. But it’ll give me pleasure. Isn’t that the whole reason you’re here, Violet? To give me pleasure?" Leo let his trousers drop to the floor and looked over her, completely naked.

Violet looked at him, really looked at him with wide eyes. He had a beautiful body - broad shouldered and muscular, with rippling biceps and a powerful chest that tapered to a trim waist. His legs bulged with muscle. And his cock...

She remembered the times Leo had pushed it into her mouth, how the length of it felt like it might choke off her air. If he was going to now use it to pierce her flesh now, despite its large size -

Leo smiled at her. "You like what’s before your eyes? Never met a wench who didn’t. Now it’s your turn to finish undressing."

You have to find the courage to do this, Violet, she told herself. She pulled her chemise over her head and then dropped it to the floor. As soon as she tried to use her arms to cover herself at least a bit, she found herself pushed back onto the bed. The next moment, Leo had grabbed her ankles in his powerful hands and spread her legs wide.

Well aware of how exposed and vulnerable her position was, Violet tried to slow her nervous breathing. She looked up at the prince’s face and saw his eyes were glazed, as if he were staring through and beyond her.

Before she could ask Leo what he was thinking, he pinned her down with his weight and pushed his hot, insistent tongue into her mouth.

- - -

There was heat and even passion, but none of the sweetness Ilse had talked about experiencing in Leo’s arms. None of the care and attention to the woman’s enjoyment that her sister had mentioned.

Instead, Violet felt like her body was merely a tool - an object in Leo’s hands that he was using for his own hedonistic pleasure. If she happened to enjoy herself, that would be advantageous but not a necessity in the prince’s eyes. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

And Violet couldn’t deny there was certainly pleasure in it. She could tell Leo was certainty experienced in the act. There were moments when she was moaning as loudly as him.

But nothing about it felt special. Nothing made her feel like she was the centre of the prince’s attention, the way Ilse had described. It could’ve been any woman writhing under him. She had to correct that.

"Leo." she gasped out. It seemed absurd to call him Your Highness or any other formal title when they were both slicked in sweat and her legs were splayed wide under him as he pounded into her repeatedly.

"What?" he grunted out, not slowing down.

"I think...I think that I’m in love with you." It was a complete lie. Violet was much more interested in what he could provide her with. Then again, wouldn’t any man be flattered by such a declaration?

"Most women are." Leo replied through clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes shut while not losing his pace.

Violet was aghast when she realised that was his response and that he wasn’t going to add anything else. That was it? That was truly all he could bother replying?

Wasn’t he going to tell her that he cared for her too? That he was thankful she was gifting him something as precious as her virtue?

Hell, wasn’t he going to even just compliment her on her body, which she was letting him position and contort however he pleased?

Apparently not.

Violet looked up into Leo’s face, desperate to look into his eyes and form some kind of connection. Desperate to see something in his gaze to tell her this meant more to him than just a casual romp.

The next moment, Leo opened his eyes and withdrew from her body. Violet blinked, not understanding.

"Get on your hands and knees." he growled hoarsely.

"What?" Violet tried to look into his eyes again but found them clouded and distant.

"On your hands and knees. Now. And arch your back for me. Stop wasting time."

Violet slowly turned over and posed herself as he asked, feeling her face burn with embarrassment at being in such a vulgar position. She tried to crane her neck so she could look at his face but he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back to make her arch further. The next moment, she felt Leo’s weight over her as he entered her from behind in a single punishing thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming and Violet’s breath rushed out of her in a shocked rush. Leo’s movements began to rock her violently back and forth, like a wolf shaking a rabbit trapped between his jaws. She could feel his sweat dripping onto her back and hear the rasp of his breath.

He wrapped an arm, vicelike around her waist and leaned over her in what Violet thought had to be the most animalistic position ever. He was literally riding her now and while she found it humiliating, the sinful little voice inside her couldn’t deny it was also starting to feel good. A moan slipped out as the heat between her thighs started building.

Leo was muttering under his breath, groaning and thrusting with such force that Violet’s extended arms soon began to ache from holding her weight. She let herself sink to her elbows, arching her back even more and feeling his slide in even deeper. She could herself losing control in the frenzy.

It wasn’t until she realised what he was actually muttering, that her blood ran cold and her desire suddenly shriveled to nothing.

"Ilse...Ilse..."

Then, finally, she understood the appeal to Leo of having her positioned on all fours. With her face turned away from him, he could deny who she was.

He could pretend she was who he wanted her to be.

Violet felt the strength leave her arms entirely, her upper body tumbling to hit the mattress while Leo’s grip held her hips still high. Her face was being pressed into the pillow with every brutal thrust.

It was probably better that way, Violet told herself. That way, the pillow could soak up the disillusioned tears rolling from her eyes, without Leo seeing.

And if he saw them, he likely wouldn’t care.