Page 10 of Brutal Prince

Briar

All it takes is me pinning her to a tree and putting my dick up against her before she finally stops squirming. I won’t lie, I kinda wish she’d keep at it. I love how it feels when her body writhes like that. Almost as much as I love watching her plump mouth spit out those dirty words.

“All out of fight?” I croon, grinding against her.

“I don’t know who you are. If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone—”

I stop rubbing her pussy through her baggy jeans and twist her around. My fingers go around her throat, my other hand keeping her wrists pinned above her head. “And just who you planning on telling, Angel?”

“The police,” she says through gritted teeth as she scans my face.

I hope she’s not looking for some sign of humanity. Anyone who knows me, knows I’m the furthest thing from a saint.

“Yeah?” I squeeze her throat, but all that does is make her eyes flare. Her eyelashes tremble, but I get the feeling it’s anger, not fear. “Well, do me a favor and let the Sheriff know Briar says hi.”

Her dark, unruly eyebrows draw together. “You’re pathetic if you think that’ll stop me,” she says, voice dripping with disgust.

I laugh as I abandon her throat and instead run my hand down her chest, grasping first one breast, then the other.

In an instant, fear darkens her eyes.

Seems she couldn’t care less if I strangle her, but using her body for my own depraved pleasure? Suddenly, I’m crossing a line.

My smile lifts as I rake my fingers down her belly and grab her pussy through her jeans again.

She lets out a hiss and stands on the tips of her toes. Even then, she doesn’t reach my chin.

“I’m on my period,” she says hurriedly, eyes filling with venom.

“Hmm…” I murmur, and lean close enough that my lips brush her ear when I speak. She turns her head away, but I just follow. “Guess I won’t need to lube you up first.”

When I straighten, her mouth is open in shock.

I run my thumb over her bottom lip, and she moves her face away from my touch. So I grip her jaw and force her head straight. Her eyes try to burn a hole through mine when I dip and rub myself against her so she can feel just how hard I am for her.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she whispers furiously.

I pause, my smile going crooked. “I told you, I’m—”

“Yeah, I’m sure you gave me your real name.” She pulls her face free, red marks on her skin how I gripped her. “Well guess what, Whoever-the-fuck-you-are?”

I blink at her. How the fuck can she think talking back to me is going to make this any easier on her?

“You’ll be pissing blood for a week.”

Her knee lifts, but I twist away just in time. If she hadn’t said anything, hadn’t put me on my guard, I’d probably be writhing on the floor in agony right now.

My phone rings again. Just two rings, then it goes silent.

Time to go.

I release the girl, and drag my fingers down my jaw as I give her a long, slow once-over. “Run, Angel,” I say quietly.

She slips away from the tree and backs up as if expecting me to rush her. Honest to God, I should…but I need to check my phone; I know it’s important. So I just keep grinning at her until she turns tail and disappears into the night.

I lean against the tree and take my phone from my pocket. I toy with the girl’s switchblade, turning it over in my hand as I wait for my call to connect.

“Hey…uh…” A voice breathes in my ear. I straighten, pressing the phone harder against my ear.

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