Page 66 of Brutal Prince

The forest swallows my next groan as I speed up my rhythm.

Indi’s mouth.

My fuck, what I wouldn’t do to have it over my cock right now. Sucking. Her tongue sliding along my shaft. Those fierce green eyes glaring up at me.

She’d try to bite me.

But what if…

I’m getting close now, my back arching away from the tree.

What if she didn’t have a choice?

She’d have to swallow every drop of my cum, and tell me that she loves how it tastes. That she wants more.

Fuck.

I come with a deep-throated growl.

In my mind, Indi’s mouth opens wide, and I empty myself on her tongue while her eyes glitter with hateful tears.

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I sprint home,dodging trees and brambles best I can. If the ground hadn’t been this cold, it wouldn’t have numbed my soles to the point where I could run.

I left my shoes behind. But I can’t go back. Not now. They’d be on high alert. Hopefully, no one will look behind the shrub where I left them. If they do, then I’m pretty fucked.

I keep pushing, pushing, pushing.

The euphoria’s long gone. And although I try to outrun the rest, it follows me as doggedly as my fucking shadow.

First comes the shame. It burns through me in an incandescent wave.

Next; guilt. Heavy, leaden, it drags down my feet and makes my body ten times heavier than it should be. My sprint becomes a slow jog.

Lastly, always…anger.

It eviscerates my reservations, logic.

Every fucking thing.

All I want — need — is to break her…even if I can’t put her back together again. Then that beautiful, broken girl will be all mine.

I like broken things, but I love breaking them even more.

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