Page 37 of Savage Prince

No. No. No.

This is not happening.

I scream again and try to get my knee up between his legs, but I’m hopelessly trapped. The man is a fucking beast and heavy as all hell.

“I can’t wait to slam into that tight pussy and teach you a lesson,” he hisses as he runs his dick across my panties.

With his focus on pulling my underwear off with one hand while still juggling the knife, his hold over my mouth loosens just enough so that I can sink my teeth into a finger. He lets out an angry roar as I clamp down so hard, the warm coppery taste of blood fills my mouth.

Oh,Dio, disgusting.

“You fucking bitch!” he roars and jerks his hand back before slamming it down full force across my cheek.

The crack echoes over the wild roar of my pulse across my eardrums. I squeeze my eyes closed, dazed from the hit and the knot on the back of my head is throbbing again.

“Now, you’re really going to pay.” He slices the knife across the waistband of my panties, the sharp bite of the blade digging into my skin.

Another scream peals out as my thong falls away, leaving me exposed.

Pure menace radiates across that one eye as he holds me down and positions himself at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you until you learn some respect, you spoiled princess.”

“No!” The blood curdling shriek explodes from my lips and my eyes slam closed, desperate to escape the sickening reality. “No, please no!”

CHAPTER 19

TOO SOFT

Antonio

Serena’s scream echoes across the villa as I step into the foyer. My heart catapults up my throat, and sheer terror rushes my veins. My feet are moving before I can stop them, sprinting up the stairs toward that panicked cry.

“Serena!” I howl.

Mariuccia races in behind me, but I’m barely aware of her shouts.

Who could have possibly gotten to her? A thousand questions swirl through my mind as I turn corridor after corridor in a mad dash to reach her room. When I see her doorway at the end of the hall, I pump my arms faster, desperate to reach her. I’m torn between wanting to shout to her, to tell her I’m coming and keeping my mouth shut to get the drop on her attacker.

I’m going to tear thebastardolimb from limb.

I reach the doorway, and red-hot fury burns through my veins. Ottavio pins Serena to the bed, her long legs kicking andwrithing beneath him. Otto? Crimson bleeds through my vision, a blinding rage like I’ve never felt before flooding my system. I trusted thatpezzo di merdaimplicitly. I lunge, grabbing the traitor by the back of the neck.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I howl as I yank him off.

The anger only intensifies when I see his cock out and Serena’s torn panties. Then my furious gaze lands on the angry red mark across her cheek, and all I see is crimson. He stands at the foot of her bed, hunger in his eyes. A whirlwind of Italian curses explodes from my mouth as I start to process what’s happening.

Otto flashes the knife at me, a smattering of blood on the blade, and the monster I keep buried inside surges to the surface. Jagged claws tear at my insides, desperate to shred everything in its path. “How dare you touch what’s mine?” I roar and twist his wrist until I hear the satisfying snap of bone, and he drops the blade with a scream. It falls to the tile with a clang.

He stuffs his dick in his pants with his good hand and lowers his gaze to the floor between us. “You said you would kill her?—”

“How the fuck do you know what I said? Are you eavesdropping on my conversations?” There’s a tremor in my voice, a rage I don’t recognize torching through my veins like wildfire.

“I didn’t mean to, I just heard, and I thought?—”

“I don’t pay you to think,testa di cazzo!” I lunge again, unable to keep my twitching hands from around his neck. “I pay you to obey my every word, and I told you never to touch her again.” I eye the fireplace tool set, desperate to bash his head in with that bronze poker.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath my thumbs. I press harder and his eyes bulge, two wild, dark orbs of pure fear. His gaze flickers to the discarded knife, but I kick it out of his reach, burying it beneath the bed. Behind me, afaint whimper escapes Serena’s lips and darkness encroaches my vision. “Not only did you touch her, you tried to rape her?” I snarl. “Since when do we do that?”

I slightly release the pressure on his throat so he can speak.

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