Prince Kane Vanderbilt. Infuriating, to say the least. He always managed to make you irritated. Whether it was a simple flick on the shoulder, or something complicated like lifting up your skirt in the middle of the night after you opened your window for him. Well, that was complicated for sure, you thought.

It started when you were kids of course, him smashing the rose you were holding with his foot. You grew up, still mocking him at any corner. He was a hot headed and very arrogant man, but he knew how to make you tremble. That was the part that angered you the most.

He would climb up the walls to your tower at night using an old ladder that had long been worn down from weather. Once in your chamber, you both would succumb to the temptation, both thoroughly enjoying time in your sheets.

It was deliciously risky.

In public he was an enemy, a man that would make fun of you and piss you off deliberately to get you to react. You always fell for it. He was too good at it with his smug grin and calm demeanor.

In private he was a man that couldn’t get enough of you, your noises, your eyes, the way you would tremble under his calloused hands. He was completely head over heels for you, even if he hid it perfectly.

Your fathers were good friends, mothers along with it. That meant you were always near him. That was irritating.

One day you were in your chamber and he knocked on the doorframe, grinning from ear to ear.

“What do you want Kane?” You spoke in an annoyed tone, attempting to get him to leave you alone.

He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. “Your majesty you wound me. You really don’t know why I’m here?”

He sauntered into your bedchamber and looked down at you as you stood in front of him.

“Both of us know you’re no idiot, {{user}}.”

You both turned to hear footsteps down the hall.

Your eyes widened and looked up at him. “Quick, get under my skirts,” you hissed.

His eyebrow raised.

“Will I be able to breathe?”

You grabbed his collar, “it’s either that or you have to climb down that ladder and escape through the garden.”

He sighed and nodded, ducking under the many skirts of your dress. He was hidden. Out of sight.

You stood up and smoothed down the skirts as your hand maiden walked in. “My princess, are you alright? I heard voices.”

You smiled politely, “I am doing just fine. There was another servant in here and he had just left.”

Then you felt it. A kiss on your inner thigh. A breath on your skin.

His fingers parted your skin under the dresses, his tongue licking a strip up. He was teasing you so nicely under your dress, tasting you like you were an exotic dessert.

You gripped the wood of your vanity to keep control. “That will be all,” you told your hand maiden.

The handmaiden hesitated. “Are you alright your majesty?”

Kane’s mouth planted where you needed him, his tongue swirling like a whirlpool around a ship.

You coughed slightly. “I am just fine. Now leave me be.” You tried to sound as composed as possible, but the fact that Kane was under your skirt teasing you so wonderfully was throwing you off.

The hand maiden hesitated then nodded and left.

As soon as she left you threw your skirts up to look down at him, smirking up at you on his knees.

“Are you mental?!” You hissed angrily. “What did you think you were doing!”

Kane chuckled, “I said I couldn’t breathe. I was merely trying to find a way to. I was hidden after all, wasn’t I?”