Page 86 of Princess Broken

Emotions are useless, something I overcame long ago. And yet I have to admit I’ve had fantasies of finding actual love, actual happiness with Ana.

Perhaps Ana has enough love that she can offer some to Flame and me both?

But the hope makes me uncomfortable, like I don’t belong in my skin. Flicking open the penknife stashed in my pocket, I dig its point into my fingertip, and the pain dulls my emotions as warm blood floods my pocket.

“You’re cutting yourself.” Ana’s voice pulls me out of my stupor and she’s reaching toward me. “Please, Blade, stop hurting yourself.”

The pain in her eyes brings another unwanted rush of emotions, but I resist the temptation to slice myself open to tame it. Because, more than anything, I want to please her.

Tugging on my lower arm, Ana pulls my hand from my pocket, and I don’t resist as she lifts my cut finger to her lips, gently licking my wound as it heals. And as she tastes me, her eyes grow hazy, their lids fluttering, her pupils dilating, and a soft hum vibrates against my fingertip.

My already stiff cock turns painful, eager to burst from my jeans. How can this woman, anyone, have such an instant effect on me? My mind spins.

As much as I try to avoid feelings, part of me wants to feel these ones. I know I want her, and yet I hate what’s happening to me. It goes against all I’ve learned, and even worse, I’m betraying my brother who’s already claimed her as his own. Even if he should not have.

“Don’t blame Flame,” she says softly, still holding my hand. “What happened between us was my fault. I couldn’t feed from a stranger. Flame helped me.”

My temples pound and my chest tightens.

I can’t think. Not only has my brother touched her, she fed from him.

They might have actually fucked.

And now I have more images to go along with the one I witnessed first hand. I fight to banish the imagined image of her fangs in Flame’s throat, or his cock ramming into her pussy.

“What will happen now?” she asks, looking up into my eyes.

I blink a few times to clear the pornographic images playing on repeat in my mind—images of my brother thrusting his rod into this tiny woman, her bent over a chair, or the pool table—and I try to figure out what she’s asking.

Right. The results of our investigation.

“We found out where we can get access to Mariano, without his guards. We’ll question him there.”

She gasps. “Oh. Good.” Her head tips. “But what will happen with Flame. I know that what we did…” her cheeks flush and she glances down “…I know what Flame and I did broke your code.”

Without meaning to, I grunt, and she looks into my eyes.

“It was all my fault,” she says. “Crusher and Phil won’t punish him, will they?” She looks back toward the bathroom where my three brothers are.

“I need to make sure they understand. So they don’t hurt him.” Letting go of my hand, she takes a step away, but I quickly shift into her path. She runs into me, her tiny hands landing on my chest.

She sucks in a sharp breath and looks up into my eyes.

“Sorry,” I say. But I’m not sorry. Not really. Blocking her path had the welcome side effect of getting her hands on my body. And with her so close, the scent of her blood fills my nostrils, not to mention the heady scent of her juices, evidence of her sexual activities with my brother.

And…it could be wishful thinking, but I also sense fresh arousal.

My chest swells, thinking it might be for me, and my cock throbs even harder.

“Why are you smiling?” she asks softly.

“I didn’t realize that I was.” I neutralize my expression.

She looks into my eyes expectantly and her touch solidifies on my chest. Even though there’s t-shirt material between our skin, electricity transfers into me through her palms and fingers—a sharp charge, radiating outward to fill my entire body. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Nothing remotely like it.

The room drops away. Nothing exists except Ana, touching me, gazing up with questions and worry in her eyes. My lips quiver, buzzing from the sharp charge rising from her touch. I long to caress her face. To touch her everywhere.

I want to kiss her. Kiss her like I’ve seen others doing, and it’s the first time I’ve felt any urge to experience a kiss.

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