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

“Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m about to see Felix and Agnes again.”

Briar unbuckled herself from the passenger seat, shimmying her dress down. She could tug it down as much as she wanted, I still knew my cum was dripping along her inner thigh under those panties.

“Watch your language around them.” I slid out of the driver’s seat, rounding the car to open her door. “They’re still as stuck-up as ever.”

She accepted my hand, stretching her long limbs with a grin. “Are you asking me to behave myself?”

“Just this once.” I pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “And just with them. I want the unfiltered version any other time.”

Our arms locked together, we strolled to the front door of my parents’ waterfront Oxford estate. The 25,000-square-foot monstrosity sat on 11 acres of lush green land. After the accident went down, they’d retreated here, hoping to lure Sebastian back with the privacy. Until they realized they couldn’t quite face him.

Briar’s heels crushed the gravel as we stormed up the porch steps. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Bad feeling? They’re in love with you.” And, apparently, I am, too. “They’ve been dying to see you again ever since the New York Times spread. The only reason it hasn’t happened yet is because I didn’t want to share you with anyone else.”

“And now? Grew tired of me?”

“Never.” I tightened my arm around hers. “Just got better at pretending my obsession for you is under control to avoid being institutionalized.”

I decided not to confront Briar or Sebastian about keeping their friendship from me. I didn’t want to stand in their way. Obviously, their interactions worked. I’d rather chop off a testicle than derail my brother’s progress.

The doorbell stood off to the side, but I ignored it, thrusting the doors open and striding right in. Curved stairways flanked either side of the marble entryway. Hushed voices drifted into the foyer from the drawing room. Glasses clinked. Laughter jingled. Whispers tangled together, obviously coming from more than just my mom and dad.

Briar’s gaze swung to me, the skin between her brows pinched together. “I didn’t know your parents had guests over.”

“News to me, too.” I slung my arm over her shoulder. “Don’t worry. We’ll bail early if you aren’t having fun.”

Her lips pulled into a grimace, but she nodded anyway. I almost carried her back to the car, stopping myself just barely, knowing she’d do something drastic like withhold sex if I made her lose face in front of my parents.

Hand-in-hand, we waltzed over to the source of the laughter, stopping just shy of the open threshold to the drawing room. Two guests occupied the recliners next to my parents, nursing champagne flutes and Hors d’oeuvres.

Briar slapped a hand over her mouth, smothering a gasp.

The couple spun to look at us, their grins wide without a care in the world.

Jason and Philomena Auer.

Philomena stood up first. “Well, hello, daughter dearest.”