Chapter 189

“Please stop,” Emily asked with a firm tone, her face red, feeling like every woman in the dining hall might know what he was doing.

“Remove your hand from mine and continue eating,” Prince Deacon ordered her with a naughty smile on his face.

Emily does as he said and felt him gathering the skirt of her dress, pulling it up, his hands touching her pantalets and fiddling with his fingers until he felt the open-cut that lead to the open part of her pantalets until his hand touched the skin of her inner thigh.

“Please don’t do this, not here,” she pleaded as she felt his hand slip up all the way to her womanhood, touching her pubic hair, regretting it as he now sits with a full erection.

Emily could feel the tears build up in her eyes, feeling violated.

Prince Deacon watched her face, which was almost as red as the tomatoes on her plate. He was about to seek out her clitoris when he saw the first tear run down her face. He immediately retracted his hand, feeling ashamed of making her