I lay in Prince Louis' arms, my body completely stiff.
For the rest of the journey, I wisely refrained from speaking. However, Prince Louis' expression remained serious. He held me tightly, his eyes fixed ahead, his sensual lips tightly pressed into a line.
I covertly observed his lower half. His well-fitted pants were now straining, and I had seen that part a few times before. Each time I saw it, I couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation on my scalp.
Would I even be able to get out of bed tomorrow?
I thought with a touch of pessimism.
Although I felt uncomfortable, Prince Louis clearly had no intentions of continuing our activities in the car. Perhaps my earlier crying reminded him that being too reckless could hurt me.
When we arrived at the villa, the sky was already tinted wi
