Page 43 of The Princess In A 'Prince' Disguise

Emeriel squealed, trying to scramble away from the onslaught of sensations. But the beast roughly pulled her back, pinning her down with its paws, forcing her to take it all. Every last drop.

She wailed. Shrieked. Screamed.

When the beast finally withdrew its member, Emeriel's arms gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her head spinning.

She had no strength left in her, and there was a pool of semen where she lay. Weakly, she turned her head to gaze at the beast. Relief flooded her as she saw the beast pulling away.

Oh, thank heavens.It's all over.

But when the feral creature rose, it grabbed Emeriel’s legs and dragged her toward the edge of the bed before hoisting her up by her midriff.

Surely, he can’t want more...

“No, no, no,” Emeriel struggled, flailing, unable to find a foothold. The beast carried her halfway across the chamber, and as quickly as it had begun, it abruptly ended. Her knees met the cold, hard floor, and her hands instinctively reached out to maintain balance.

When she sensed that hard, rugged body behind her once more, and felt that enormous member nudge her sore privates, a sense of dread settled in her belly.

Light above, the beast is not done with me.

Oh demons, I’m going to die tonight.

Chapter twelve

…OF FEED AND LUST

Merilyn cast a pitying look at her master, her eyes full of pleading. "Oh, Vlad, you do not need to kill humans as well. I understand your pain more than anyone else—"

"She is not dead; she is merely asleep," Vladya interrupted.

Relief swept through her as she turned back to the motionless figure, studying it closely. Then, she noticed the gentle rise and fall of the woman's chest. "Asleep. Good. That is a relief."

Vladya’s eyes locked onto hers. "Let us get something straight, Merl. If I wanted to kill a human female, she would already be dead. And let me tell you, I would do it with a smile, and I would sleep peacefully—perhaps even better."

He paused briefly. "The only reason I have not killed her, or others, is because I have not felt like it. I simply have no desire to... yet."

He moved across the luxurious rug, his robes brushing against the polished marble floor. "It is not because of some foolish idea that I am a good male. I am not. I despise humans and do not see them as living beings anymore."

Silence descended, stretching taut in the air.

Merilyn wanted to argue—to believe he was exaggerating. That there was still some good in him. She wanted to believe he cared, even if he would never say so.

But the truth was, she could not.

The look in his eyes... It was terrifying, like that of a stranger. Dangerous. Almost evil.

For centuries, whenever she saw that look, Merilyn wondered just how broken he truly was. At times, she feared he might be as lost, as feral, as his closest friend.

Slowly, Lord Vladya blinked, and the frightening look disappeared. "I needed to keep the human close. I cannot let her wander into the southern wing. That is why she is here."

Merilyn’s worry deepened, replaced by a more pressing concern. Her eyes widened with fear. "Did the grand king’s beast really escape? Was it not just a rumor? Will he attack?"

"It was no rumor, but he will not attack. I brought the female here to keep her from triggering the beast’s aggression."

"I do not understand. How can a feral beast be loose and not attack? That is not possible." Merilyn’s brow wrinkled in confusion. "How can you be so sure?"

Lord Vladya shrugged, sinking into the high-backed chair by the hearth, his fingers tapping the armrest. "I am not completely sure, which is why I skipped the festival. I am staying here to keep watch, just in case."

There was something he was not saying; Merilyn could see it in his eyes. But she knew better than to ask.

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