“I will leave you to get dressed. Should I send Madie in to help you?” Prince Duncan asks as he walks to the door, finding it hard to tare his eyes off her.
“Why don’t you help me, since you are so eager to tear my clothes off?” Armenia asks with a hint of sarcasm.
Prince Duncan pause for a moment, his eyes on her again, before walking over to her, making her heart skip a beat.
‘He is staying,’ Armenia thinks to herself, wishing she could put a shoe in her big mouth.
Prince Duncan strokes the bare skin of her arm with the back of his long fingers, making her skin react to his touch. ‘She is begging to get f*cked right here,’ he thinks, licking his lips.
“What are you waiting for?” Armenia asks, not liking the fact that she is reacting to his touch.
Prince Duncan decides to ignore her
