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Making Moves
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2025-01-11 03:45:36
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Ghost POV“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice raw. “Prince, I—”“Say it,” he demands, his tone razor-sharp, each word punctuated by another relentless thrust. “Say you were wrong.”I bite down hard on my lip, torn apart by conflicting emotions—my pride and my desperate, aching need for release. “I—I was wrong,” I finally choke out, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heartbeat and the sound of skin against skin.Prince’s hips falter, his movements growing erratic, and with a guttural groan, he spills inside me. His hand tightens around my cock, and the combination of sensations sends me careening over the edge. My vision blurs as I shudder violently, waves of pleasure crashing through me and leaving me breathless.We collapse together, tangled on the cold floor, our bodies heaving with exhaustion. For a long, drawn-out moment, neither of us speaks. The weight of what just happened settles over us like a suffocating blanket, impossible to ignore or push away.Finally, Prince rolls of
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Prince POV“Why are you keeping it hidden?” Ghost asks suddenly, his voice cutting through the silence. He’s staring at me, his expression a mixture of hurt and betrayal.“My father said not to announce it until I was married,” I say quietly, unable to meet his gaze. “Everyone we work with knows to keep it quiet. It gives us the edge. Your family thinks my father is still calling the shots, that I have no power. It means you didn’t suspect me. It means you didn’t realize how much I was actually doing.”His face twists with anger and something deeper—something closer to heartbreak. I don’t blame him. Then again, we were rivals. Why would I have told him the truth?“That meeting with my father,” Ghost says, his voice clipped. “The marriage to Josie. Was that you too?”I shake my head quickly. “No. I had no knowledge of that. We agreed my father would deal with yours to keep up appearances, to sell the act. I never knew about the marriage to Josie. I was just as shocked as you.”His expr
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