Page 39 of The Depraved Prince
Hayden grips the back of my hair harder with lustrous need as he continues to drink from me. He pulls my body closer and closer until I can feel his massive concrete cock against my hips. He’s hard, and by the outline that presses against me, he’s fucking huge.
As seconds go by, I can feel another sensation burn through me.
Lust, madness, andneedignite like wildfire between my thighs. It roots from where he’s biting me. Like I’m being injected with a potion at the same he takes from me. My nipples harden, and Hayden grips my naked breast with the palm of his hand that was once around my throat. He squeezes it, and my hard nipple grazes the rough callouses of his palm.
He sucks and sucks at the base of my neck, his bite slowly moves in deeper, and I’m scared he’s going to bite my entire throat out.
He circles my clit with his thumb over and over again. Heat swirls inside my core, and what’s worse is that I’m aching for more.
Damn him.
He continues to work my body through deep grunts and thrusts of his fingers. My own release is tipping over the edge. My mouth falls open, and I moan, staring up at the red-stained glass and painted murals on the ceiling.
“So needy, so fucking needy, and just for me, my little Bambi?”
I close my eyes, frustrated with the way my body deceives me.
“No,” I mutter through another shameful moan.
“No? But you drip for me.” He’s condescending with pure satisfaction.
He pushes the finger he had in my pussy into my mouth, making me taste the evidence loud and clear. I narrow my eyes at him while he smiles with blood all over his chin and lips.My blood.
“My little Bambi is a liar. This pretty mouth of yours betrays you, but your body tells the inevitable, inexorable truth.” He tightens his fistful of my hair more like he’s sending me a message. “Before you die, I’ll use you the way I please. I’ll know every single way to make you scream with my name on your lips, and it’ll hurt, but don’t worry. You’ll love it. You love the pain like I do?”
I tense up as he goes back to work on my insides. One finger slides back into my opening and one at the back of my rim. He’s finger fucking both holes while using his palm to rub on my clit.
Thrusting in and out, driving me into an ocean of orgasmic immoral pleasure.
No one has ever touched my ass like that before. Cole, well…that Thanksgiving day was amazing, but the demon in front of me snaps me out of those memories.
The build to my undoing climax grows stronger, and my will to fight him grows weaker. He’s winning, and I’m not mad about it. He’s hypnotizing me with euphoria. The way he talks, the wayhe looks at me like he sees my naked tormented soul. How he smells and feels, it’s like I enterhis world, and my own dissolves.
“Come all over my hand. I want to see if you can take it before the fun really begins,” He demands as he plants a kiss on my bleeding flesh. “We’re just getting started, Millie.”
I tense up just as I push him away. I find my strength after my body escapes the state of shock.
“Never.” I push against his chest until short, loud whimpers cry from my quivering, cold lips. They slip into the air repeatedly until finally, he lets me go.
He inhales sharply as he stares at my half-naked chest, and I attend to my open neck wound, hoping it’ll stop the pain miraculously.
His bite burns.
I stare at the crimson wound, black and red twirling together and seeping down my skin onto my collarbones.
Not letting me continue to look at what he’s done, Hayden grabs my face. His fingers dig into the hollows of my cheeks, forcing my mouth to open.
I’m in shock again. I never do well looking at blood. I grow nauseous in disbelief. I can’t move or breathe while my face turns green. I’m so fucking scared and, at the same, the most turned-on I’ve ever felt.
What did he do to me?
Fear and lust hit me like a train, bulldozing my morals and common sense.
He licks my neck as his grip on my face strengthens. His tongue warms me up like a bonfire, crackling every single vulnerable part of me. It’s not warm like fireflies. It’s hot, like the devil’s lair in flames. Enigma and euphoric intertwine together and fuel my growing addiction to have his body on mine.
His thumb brushes my bottom lip back and forth sensually. I don’t know why, but I let him. I stopped fighting for a small blip in time.
I think I’m falling into a hole I can’t seem to claw myself out of.
