Page 86 of Merciless Prince
I closed my eyes and ignored the questions.
“There are worse forms of torture out there,” Killian went on. “And there are other people who can do it, too. I can send them here to visit you, and they won’t be anywhere near as gentle as I’ve been with you so far. Is that what you want?”
I almost scoffed at that.Gentle?Was he fucking kidding? Or was he actually so delusional that he thought belting the shit out of me was some sort of kindness compared to what someone else might do to me?
“Do it,” I hissed through my teeth. “Do whatever you want.”
He hit my ass and thighs again and again, leaving my skin feeling as if he’d poured gasoline on me and set me on fire. I took the beating stoically, imagining how much worse I’d feel if I gave up my friends to him and his Hellfire cronies.
Finally, it stopped. “That’s enough for now,” Killian said. He rubbed the back of my legs, making me wince as his fingertips pressed down on the tender flesh. “I don’t want to do any permanent damage.”
“Why do you care?” I muttered, narrowing my eyes as I turned my head over my shoulder.
“If you’re permanently broken, then I can’t come back and do it all again, can I?” he replied, lips hooking upward in the same nasty smirk I saw earlier.
I thought about calling him a sick fucking asshole, but I knew it would earn me another punishment. Instead I bit my lip and looked at the floor as he released my wrists from the cross.
My legs were so weak from the punishment that I almost collapsed, but Killian’s strong arms caught me in time and carried me over to the bed. He threw me down on the sheets like a piece of trash and stared at me, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Don’t get too comfortable. We’re not done yet,” he said.
As he spoke, he ran a fingertip over his belt, which was currently hanging from his left hand. I looked up at him, chest heaving as I tried to catch the breath he’d knocked out of me with the beating. “I thought you said that was enough for now,” I mumbled, skin crawling at the thought of the belt touching me again.
His other hand slid down to his zipper, freeing his cock from his pants. It was already hard, jutting out at my face like a weapon. “You wanted this so badly earlier,” he said. “Now you can have it.”
I stared at him in silence, eyes wide and heart racing.
He wrapped the belt around my neck and pulled it tight, forcing my mouth right up to the tip of his cock. “Suck,” he commanded.
I closed the tiny gap between my head and his cock, taking the hard length in my mouth and hollowing out my cheeks as I sucked. Killian grunted and pulled the belt even tighter around my neck, making me choke and sputter all over him. Saliva leaked out from the corners of my lips, and tears of shame trailed down my cheeks, mixing with the sticky fluid.
“That’s it,” Killian groaned, thrusting deeper and deeper into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. “That’s fucking it. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”
I didn’t say anything. Didn’t even moan. Just kept licking and sucking, faster and faster, trying my best not to gag as I swallowed him again and again. The quicker I made him come, the better.
“Oh, fuck,” he growled. “That’s it. Be a good girl and swallow my cum.”
He stopped thrusting and kept his cock in my mouth, threading his hands in my hair and groaning loudly as he spilled his release right into my throat. I swallowed every drop, and when he pulled out, I drew back and wiped the side of my face with a shaky hand.
I didn’t dare to look up at Killian. I could feel my core throbbing, empty and desperate, and it made me more ashamed than ever before.
“Anything you want to say to me before I go?” he asked.
I shook my head. I was hungry, but I didn’t want to ask him for anything.
“Fine. We’ll do this again soon.” He straightened his shoulders and turned around. “Goodnight, Shay.”
With that, he left the room and locked the door.
I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, too sore from the beating to lie the other way. My limbs felt weak and boneless, and my skin still felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t see the thick red welts, but I knew they were there, and I also knew my ass and thighs would be bruised for at least a week. Maybe more.
When I finally mustered the strength to walk again, I limped over to the bathroom and ran the cold water in the shower. Then I stepped into the enclosure and closed my eyes, sobbing with relief as the water soothed my burning skin.
After a while, my legs grew weak again, and I sank to the tiled floor and buried my head in my hands, chest heaving as my sobs grew louder.
The worst part of tonight’s experience wasn’t the pain, as awful as it was. No, the worst part was happening right now as I crouched in the shower, alone in my misery. I hated myself for feeling it, but I was so cold and lonely that I actually missed Killian’s presence.
I couldn’t believe it. I missedhim,the asshole who’d taken me and tortured me repeatedly. But it was there all the same, a ghostly whisper in the air, telling me I needed him here so he could wipe my tears, kiss me, and fuck the pain away like he did last night.
I still hated him… but I wanted him.
