Page 30 of Falcon's Prey

Fuck, her technique was all wrong, but that shit still hurt.

“Stop.”

“I hate you!” She punched my chest. “I hate you.” My stomach. “I hate you!” My jaw.

“That’s enough,” I gritted out before she lifted her foot to kick me.

Before it could make contact with my body, I grabbed it and lifted her heel, making her lose balance. My other hand was at her waist before she could tip over.

“Are you done acting like a bitch?”

“Fuck you,” she spat.

She wiggled, trying to kick me, but all that did was align my hard dick to her pussy. The moment she noticed, her eyes burned up, not with lust but with hate.

“Get. Away. From. Me.”

I smiled at her. “You’re still mad because I wouldn’t fuck you?”

Her hand came to my face, but she didn’t slap me—the bitch started to scratch me. That fucking pissed me off. With her leg still in my hand and my other arm around her waist, I walked us until the bench press was behind us, and I threw her on top of it. She didn’t have enough time to get up before I was on top of her, grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.

“It kills you, doesn’t it, princess? That I won’t touch you,” I taunted her.

When she just glared at me, I smirked at her and then put my mouth to her jaw, trailing soft bites down to her chin. Ember’s chest rose and fell, but she had yet to move or tell me to fuck off.

My face was right in front of hers. I could see the purple bags under her eyes, and her bloodshot eyes that I had a feeling weren’t due to being high, but from crying. She was delicate, despite her tough exterior

“Are you done, dog? I have shit to do,” she said in a blasé tone that made me seethe.

Instead of getting off as I should have, I bent my head to hers. I was so close I could taste the mint on her lips mixed with desperation. With my lips, I grabbed her lower one. She wasn’t sweet, but she was still addicting. Her eyes grew wide, and her mouth parted. That’s when I removed my lips and used my teeth. When both of our breaths were labored, I did what I’d wanted to do since the beginning. I bit her hard until I drew blood. Her back arched as I swallowed her pain. The coppery taste of her blood hit my taste buds—now that was sweet.

“You’re weak, Ember. You know that, and deep down, it kills you,” I spat in her face.

“I. Hate. You.”

I smiled. “You hate that I won’t fall on my knees for you.”

I pushed off her and walked away, still tasting her blood on my lips.

Anger lita fire under my veins. It fueled the hatred in my heart, and it still wasn’t directed at Ren, as much as I wished it could be. Looking at my lip in the mirror, I knew it was a problem.

My father was in a goddammed coma; it had been four days since the accident and nothing. My lip was busted, and I was summoned out of my castle into a meeting. Things were rocky with Silas right now, so I needed to find a way to cover up my bruised lip so it wouldn’t raise suspicion. Maybe the guilt was only on my part.

Right now, I was an heiress with no fortune, like a princess with no crown. I was useless.

My mother’s choker was on my neck a little too tight, suffocating me, a reminder of her death. I wore a strapless black leather dress with a black jacket and black combat boots. On each boot, I added a necklace instead of shoestrings.

In these meetings, the council liked to remind me how useless I was to the company. I loved proving them wrong. Whatever I wore sold. I was their biggest asset despite the fact that I was what they called a liability. That was the main reason why I didn’t have my trust fund. My every move was monitored, down to the drugs I bought. My dealer took my diamonds. I took his drugs. They didn’t trust me with much cash or credit cards, so I traded what I had.

Poor little rich girl.

The nude lipstick was thick enough to cover the bruising. My lip still hurt, and it was a reminder that I was weak. But one thing Ren got wrong was that I hated myself way before he got in the picture. Before I left my room, I grabbed a spiked collar Lilah had dared me to wear on Halloween.

“Dog!” I yelled as I came down the stairs. “Let’s go. Time for your walk.”

Ren appeared from somewhere in the living room, walking toward me. He wore his usual dark jeans and T-shirt attire.

“That’s all you got, Ember? Your whole ‘dog’ bullshit is getting old.”

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