Page 67 of Heartless Prince

The man pulled back the hood of his robe, letting it fall away to the ground. On his head was a bronze mask that covered his nose and cheekbones and cast the rest of his face in shadow. He was shirtless, and his tanned skin glowed in the firelight.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew that body anywhere. It was definitely Elias.

A low murmur started in the audience, and then the drums began to pulse and throb in the air around us. Alongside them, a musical number with a strange, haunting chant started up from the front of the amphitheater. It wasn’t in English or any other language I vaguely recognized, so I had no idea what the words meant, but it was hypnotic all the same.

My pulse quickened in a mixture of fear and anticipation as Elias picked me up and carried me in his arms. We were only a few feet away from an enormous altar, and he gently set me down on it a moment later.

The altar was draped in heavy dark velvet, with two bronze rods at the end closest to my head. Two robed men approached with what appeared to be white silk scarves. I lay still as they tied my arms above my head, securing the fabric on the rods.

I couldn’t move now, even if I wanted to.

Elias stood above me, watching me through his mask. He saw that I was trembling, and he reached down and stroked one arm. I could feel his warmth seeping into my skin, spreading through my system like hot oil as the sounds in the amphitheater grew louder, the chanting reverberating around the stone structure. The whole world seemed to be aquiver, blurring at the edges, and I felt myself falling deeper under the music’s hypnotizing spell.

Elias took his mask off and placed it on the side of the altar. He leaned over me, hands going to my shoulders and then my chest, gently caressing the bare parts of my skin before ripping my gauzy robe wide open.

His touch was slow, sensual, and I let out a satisfied sigh as his hands moved lower, coasting over my stomach and down to my pussy. I felt like I was drifting away on a hot cloud of arousal, dancing up in the heavens.

I couldn’t quite believe it, but I already couldn’t wait for more. Couldn’t wait to fuck Elias… no, to be fucked byhim.

He was impossible not to crave when he was this close, and my legs twitched at the mere thought of him breaking me in. I wanted him to strip me of my innocence, wanted his cock to fill me up, wanted him to stretch me and slam into me until I was bruised all over.

This wasn’t just Stockholm syndrome. I was sure of it. This was real. There was something between the two of us, even when we hated each other, some force which drew us together like magnets. The dark feeling of animosity and fear stirred a deep lust within me, turning me into an inferno of need, and I knew Elias felt the same. He might hate me because of the things he thought I’d done, along with the things I had done, but he wanted me just as much as I wanted him right now.

He leaned down over me and brushed his lips against mine. It was a tentative kiss, like he was waiting for something from me. “You want this, Doll?” he finally asked. His voice was barely audible through the music and the pounding drums, and I was surprised that he’d asked such a question. I didn’t realize I had a choice in the matter.

Maybe I misheard, and it wasn’t actually a question. Maybe it was simply a statement, telling me he knew I wanted this to happen. Either way, I nodded. I was too delirious with need to do anything else. Dizzy, panting, hot, my muscles taut with tension.

The music and drumbeats were so loud and fast now that the sounds ran together, making my head spin wildly as vibrations rumbled deep in my chest. Elias kissed me again, and I arched my hips up and parted my lips.

“Say it,” he muttered in my right ear a moment later, drawing slightly back.

“Please, Master,” I murmured.

“Please what?”

He knew exactly what. He just wanted to hear me say the words, wanted to hear the ultimate surrender spill from my lips.

I shivered. I was really doing this…

“Please fuck me,” I whispered.

“Why?” he asked in a harsh murmur, grinding his hips against mine. I could feel his thick length near my slick entrance, teasing me, tormenting me. “I thought you said you would never belong to me. I thought you said you would never beg for me.”

I thought back to the day he was referring to. He was right. I told him he could never have me. Told him I’d never beg for anything from him. But I was wrong. He might not own me entirely, not in the deepest parts of my mind, but my physical body belonged wholly to him now. I wanted to serve him with it, wanted him to own every inch of it.

I should feel bad for breaking this far, for walking right into his honeyed lure, sinking lower than I ever thought I could. But I didn’t. How could I feel bad when it felt this good?

“I was wrong. I need you,” I said breathlessly. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to teach me. I need you to make me obey…”

“How badly?”

I let out a moan. “So badly. Please, please, please…”

“In front of everyone? All these men, watching you take my cock… that’s what you want?”

“Yes!” I whimpered. Yet another thing I never thought I’d hear myself say. I’d spent so much of my life feeling guilty and ashamed, but doing this in front of so many people was actually forcing me to let go of some of that shame.

I bucked my hips, trying to pull Elias into me, and he let out a low chuckle. “Oh, no, Doll. You aren’t going to control this. I am. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready, and you’ll come when I say so.”

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