“Tell me, Princess,” he said, sliding his knee between hers, just as she’d seen him do to Larissa when they were being intimate in the corridors. She gasped, shock and thrill and longing singing in her blood. Briony’s hands braced on his waist, ready to push him away or pull him closer—she couldn’t decide. He smiled, and even though it was cruel, her gaze traced the lines of it. “Do you want a gentleman?” he asked, his voice a low hum that sent waves through her.
