Page 29 of Devilish Prince

“I will never have your children.”

“How do you know you’re not already pregnant?” As many times as we’ve had sex over the past four months, there is no doubt it’s only a matter of time anyway.

“I get the shot. It’s not possible. You can’t force someone to love you.” She curls into herself, as if me standing over her intimidates her. Or maybe she’s trying to hide the fact that she likes the idea of being mine.

“No, but you can force them to marry you, and if you don’t want to obey me, I will have no choice.”

Her chin drops and her eyes narrow. “Is that what this is? You think I’m going to be your wife? You think marrying a prestigious, highly acclaimed doctor with a title position at an internationally famed hospital will fix your reputation to the point you’ll be untouchable.” She stands abruptly, her body so close I can smell her shampoo. And when she turns to storm out I catch her wrist.

“No, I think I have found the woman who can best me at my game and I want to learn how she does it.”

Sofia freezes, her body turned away from me. I hold her arm behind her back, slowly twisting it around until her wrist folds in my grasp, and her elbow curls up. I press it into the center of her back and whisper in her ear. “Except, I don’t let anyone best me. And now you’re going to learn what happens when you directly disobey an order.”

Her head drops and turns to the side. Out of the corner of her eye she glares at me and snarls. “So you’re going to fuck me again? ‘Punish’ me for rebelling, when you know your cock gets me off? Is that what you’ll do? You think that’s a punishment?”

A rumble of a chuckle rattles up out of my chest as I nip her ear. “You are mine, whether you like it or not. Calvin will not get the treatments he needs or go through the trial you want if you disobey me again. Do you understand?”

She nods tightly but her breath hitches as I bend her wrist down harder. Then I grip her hip and pull her body against mine so she can feel the bulge of my erection. I get so fucking turned on by her rage it’s not funny.

“Do you understand, Sofia?”

She whimpers. “Yes.”

“Then you need to learn your lesson.”

I spin her around to face me and grip her throat. I know she hates it but I also know it gets her hot. I push her into the wall, slamming her head back against it. Her eyes widen and she keens as I grip her throat tighter. Her body fights mine, cocking her hip to the side to push away from me. I back off, but just slightly. Norm watches as things escalate but knows better than to stare. Out of the corner of my eye I see him turn his back to us, but I know I won't convince him to leave now, not after she struck me.

"Fuck you," she grunts and I let go of her throat.

I grab her by the hair and press my body against hers to hold her in place. "You will obey me, Sofia," I say in her ear. "If you don't, Calvin gets nothing."

"You lying fuck!" She tries to wrench away from me. "He'll get whatever he needs! I won't let you do this!"v

"No he won't," I say and pull her against my body. She acts as if she doesn't know where to put her hands so I help her. I hold her wrists together, trapping them against her midsection. "And you know I'll make good on that promise." I lean down to her ear and whisper, "And you know you will let me."

Sofia squirms and wrestles against my grip but I'm far stronger than her. She needs the release of sex to tame her into submission, so that's what I'll do for her. If only to enjoy it myself.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Sofia?"

"What the hell do you think?" she asks, glaring at me with flared nostrils.

I force one of her arms behind her back and use my other hand to pinch and pull on her nipple. She continues to glare at me as I roll the hard bud between my thumb and finger. The fabric of her shirt and bra are in the way, but soon that won't be the case. "No?" I ask, releasing her nipple and moving my hand down her slacks to her pussy. I rub my fingers inside of her. "Is this what you want me to do?" I grab her hair and force her head back, looking her in the eye. I laugh and use my free hand to undo her pants and unzip them. Sofia clenches her teeth and looks away from me.

"Look at me." I say, tugging on her hair. She looks at me. Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. "You can't stand it that I do this to you, can you?"I pull my fingers from her pussy and see the moisture dripping from them. I suck them clean and use my other hand to push her slacks down on one side. She's weak.Cowering to me because her pussy burns for my cock and she hates how it does.

"I hate you."

"But you don't." I reach for her shirt. I tear it with one hand, ripping it open. The buttons scatter across the floor and I yank the shirt right off of her. "You hate that you can't make your own choices. You hate that I am micromanaging you. But you don't hate me."

"That's not true." She says, but she knows it is.

I toss her bra to the side and pull her pants down the rest of the way. Her panties join the rest of her clothes on the floor, and I turn her around to face the armchair. I pull her arms up and tie her hands to the arm rests using her bra and her panties. I slide my belt through its loops and secure her one foot to a chair leg. She's helpless now. And yet, she's still beautiful. Her back is arched, her spine is long and straight, her hands are secured and her legs are spread open. I run my hands from her knee upward toward her pussy along her inner thigh and she shudders.

"You like this." I say, running my finger in between her pussy lips.

"I don't." She says.

"You're wet." I say. I run my finger up and down her wet slit, using her juices to lubricate my way. I run my finger along her pussy lips and to her clit. I rub it in circles. She gasps.

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