I am woken by the uncanny pressure of being watched. I jerk upright from the bed and let out a startled scream when I find blood stained eyes narrowed at me in contempt.
My hand flies to my racing heart and I peer down when I touch bare skin.
I am half decent, having fallen into bed exhausted last night, barely able to slip on my chemise before I passed out.
It usually isn't an issue since I sleep alone and get awakened by the maids.
However, I am being perused, practically naked by the Prince.
"What do you want?"
His scowl deepens and those tattoos seem to writhe underneath his skin. His eyes are fixed below and I follow his gaze to my naked thighs. At some point during the night, the covers must have shifted and twisted around my hips, baring my thighs to him.
"Perhaps, if your limbs weren't so thick, I could pretend to be remotely interested in fucking you."
