Page 11 of Devilish Prince

“Are you out of your mind? I’m not going to sleep with you again!” she yells, struggling against my grip.

“Oh, but you will,” I say, my voice low and menacing. “You don’t have a choice in the matter. You see, I know everything about you, Sofia. And I know that you want what I’m offering.”

“What-what do you know about me?” she asks, her voice shaking.

“Oh, just that you’re a very naughty girl.” I bend my head, forcing her to look at me.

“I-I-I don’t know what you mean,” she stammers, her eyes wide. I slip my hand to the back of her neck, gripping her tighter as I move closer to her. I can smell her sweet floral perfume and see her chest rise and fall from her shallow breaths.

"I know you liked what I did to you, and you want more of it."

“No,” she whispers under her breath, shaking her head. Her eyes are begging me not to do this. I ignore the plea and move closer to her.

“You’re a bad girl, Sofia. I can tell by the way you dress and the way you walk.” I squeeze her neck tighter, watching as fear flashes in her eyes. My dick is already hard for her and I'm having what I want. "I’m going to be so fucking hard for you when you finally give it to me, Sofia. So hard, I’ll rip those tight, sexy little clothes off you and fuck you so good you’ll forget your name.”

Sofia blanches at my words and I know she’s scared. She should be. I want to break her. I want to fuck her so hard she’ll never forget me. Fuck her so good that she’ll be begging for more.

7

SOFIA

He's doing it again, ruining me with the way he speaks to me. He has moisture puddling in my panties and my body rebelling against my sense of propriety. I can't sleep with this man in exchange for his protection. No doubt he will protect me as he promises, but that would make me a whore, and I'm not a whore, no matter what he thinks.

But having sex with him for the sheer pleasure of it, for the goddamn way he gets my blood pumping—that I can do. This is Lorenzo Fucking Gatti. He's a billionaire more powerful than the mayor of New York City, and he has turned his eyes on me as the object of his obsession. What woman in this city wouldn't be marginally tempted to jump into the deep end and swim with the fishes?

"I..." I start to protest but something inside of me stops me from continuing. The last time this happened, it felt incredible. He made my body feel things I never knew I could feel.

"Say it." The way he demands things from me sends shivers down my spine.

"I..." I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. It's wrong. I shouldn't want him. I should be running from a man like him and straight to the nearest police precinct, but my body has a mind of its own and hijacks my mouth to whisper... "I want you."

He smirks, "Good girl."

He pulls me closer to him, his lips crashing into mine. Our mouths battle for dominance as his hands roam my body, pulling at my clothes. I moan into the kiss as he breaks away to trail his lips down my neck.

Before I know it, I'm naked and he's tying my wrists together with my own pantyhose.

"What are you doing?" I ask, but the look on his face tells me, I'm not going anywhere until he's done with me. He opens his fly and pulls his dick out. He's hard and beading with pre-cum already. I whimper at the thought of what that tool can do to me—what it can make me feel.

He pushes me forward and I drop to my knees. I bite my lip as he pushes my head down towards his crotch. I feel his thick length press against my lips and I open my mouth to accept him. I can taste the salty pre-cum already seeping out of the tip of his cock. I can't help but moan as he pushes himself deep into my throat. He's thick, and my gag reflex kicks in. I push against his thighs but he thrusts relentlessly as his hands lace through my raven waves.

"Fuck, you are taking this so well, Sofia. It might become a new favorite of mine..." He looks down at me struggling to breathe, gagging on his cock as he thrusts, and holds my hair back so he can watch every detail. My knees ache, I feel light headed, and finally he pulls out.

"Shit," I hiss, sucking in a breath. With my wrists tied together, there isn't much I can do but obey him. My pussy aches for release now, but I get the feeling I'm his fuck toy and maybe he won't even pleasure me.

"Get up," he orders and I stumble to my feet, a bit ashamed that I'm naked. I take a few unbalanced steps and he guides me toward the window. It's bright, the view of the street quite clear from where the house overlooks the neighborhood.

"What are you doing?" I ask, but my question is returned with a hard smack to my ass. I hiss in pain and shudder, knowing full well what he is capable of.

"I want the entire neighborhood to know you're mine, and I want you to remember I'm not a man to be trifled with." Lorenzo takes my bound wrists and reaches them upward toward the curtain rod bracket. I whimper as he lifts so high my feet almost leave the ground as he hooks the pantyhose around the bracket and effectively hangs me there. My tiptoes are on the carpet, tits pressed against the glass, and I'm helpless.

"Fuck, Lorenzo. The whole fucking neighborhood will?—"

My protest is interrupted with another hard smack to my ass, this time with something that is not his hand. It stings and then I shiver with arousal again. Out of the corner of my eye I see a brown wooden cane in his hand, and a smirk on his face. "My ladies tend to fight a bit more than this, Sofia. Are you really dating me?"

I wince at his mockery. I am giving him what he wants, right? I told him I wanted him. What more can I do? I whimper as the can slams into the backs of my thighs again, my pussy an unwilling accomplice in the beating. It drips down my thighs themoisture of desire and arousal and I can't hide how badly I really want him.

"N-no, sir, yes... I," I manage to squeak out.

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