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Don’t I know.

“So be weak with me in the shadows.” I mutter in anger as a tear slips free.“In this place, you don’t need to be the king you are to the world. Behind close doors be weak and let me be your shield.”

He lowers himself and presses his lips against mine. It’s a simple kiss full of sorrow.“When will you stop dreaming and wake up?” He mutters over my greedy mouth.

“In our world, women shouldn’t wake up. It’s safer for us to dream. It gives us a place to escape the nightmare of our reality.”

His forehead wrinkles.

It’s the truth. Dash and I were born into molds we can’t break. Even if I run, I’m still running in my twisted world. There was a role for me to fill before I took my first breath.

“I’d change it for you.” There’s an unrest in his eyes that makes me wonder what he’s thinking.

“If you could.” I add.

“If I could.” He sadly mutters.

I nudge my hips up, allowing his cock to slip up and down between my wetness.“Dream with me then, Dash. Escape.”

In a violent thrust, he’s deep inside of me, watching my reaction and how my body sucks him in. Everything about our love is a violent mixture of opposites. Sickness and healing, pain and pleasure, hardness and softness, love and hate, emptiness and addiction.

I see the darkness in his eyes, the self-loathing, the fear, the hate.

I grab his shoulders.“Stay with me.” I beg him before my lips claim his.

Skin slapping, moans, and the frenzied heartbeats are all that fill the air. We inhale, becoming high off the scents and sounds.

It’s only the third time I’ve had sex, each being so different. The first time was a desperate need to feel a deeper connection; the second, in the shower, was tender and loving; this…well, it’s hard to describe.

It feels like survival—a raw, frantic need to remain with each other, to feel what love is, even though, in the end, everything is working against us.

I feel the mounting tension in my body. It coils so tight I feel like the next beat of my heart might be my last. His hard cock is stroking me so deeply it feels like he’s taken over every aspect of my soul. His mouth roams free, tasting, sucking, biting, marking my flesh as his. Fingertips scrape over skin, clawing, trying to get closer.

“I want to see you shatter. You are at your most beautiful when you are free and don’t care what others think.” He presses his forehead to mine.“Come, little mouse, come on my cock.”

I do. I come so hard he closes his eyes as he moans and joins me.

He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving as he struggles to control himself. He rolls over; I cling to him, not ready to let him go. My fingers grasp his sweaty chest, his pale cheeks are blotted with redness, his neck peppered with marks I left on him.

I grasp his face. He closes his eyes. I know any second, he’s going to disappear.

He has to.

The broken prince is too fragile to survive tonight. Only a king is ruthless enough.

“Fight for me, Dash,” I kiss him, only to be met with unresponsive lips.

He’s gone.

He slips from my grip, rolling over in a cold, uncaring motion to the edge of his bed.

“I don’t care what you have to do. Just come back to me.” I sit up.“I don’t want to lose you,” I state as I grab the sheet and hug it to my chest, wishing it were a shield to protect my battered heart.

He stands slowly, every muscle in his body flexing. His strong back widens as he inhales, standing nude and exposed, but instead of looking wounded, he looks like a conqueror.

“You never really had me.”

Chapter 38

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