She gasps when I reach out to grab her arms, shoving her down onto the bed. “Hey! What are you—” I clamp a palm over her mouth at the same moment I pin her hips with mine. “Keep your mouth shut,” I growl into her ear. “You’re not on my exam table, Princess. As soon as I walk into this room, I’m not your doctor. I’m your Prince. That means you can’t snap your fingers and demand anything from me.” Her fingernails are digging into my shoulder as she puffs hard, angry breaths against my hand. “If I get you off, it’s because I want to. Nod if you understand me.”
