Page 49 of The Depraved Prince
I’m still angry. So fucking mad that she thought leaving was an actual option for her. For putting herself at risk. I almost lost her…and for that, she will be punished, but I want her to be awake for that. I want her to feel every single inch as I make her scream and sing me a pretty little word like my name.
She will bleed for me. She will always bleed for only me.
I hover over her neck, my lips softly brushing against her branding, a tilt of my lips as I make an ominous promise.
“I’m angry, Millie. I’m so fucking angry…” I grumble. “I want to wake you up with my cock,” I breathe softly against her skin, pausing. Purposefully whispering my promise to her so she doesn’t wake. “And don’t worry…it’ll hurtjust how you like it to. You will be punished, Millie. I’m going to fuck you so hard your pussy will break and weep. So that every time you think about escaping me again, you’ll be reminded of who you belong to. You’ll think twice,Bambi.”
I kiss her teeth-marked scars, and salivation brews in my mouth. There’s a reason why it scarred. But I refuse to believe it. Again, it must be a Valkyrie trick.
My fangs fall away, and I blink away the painful urge to bite her. Furrowing my brows in agony, I lick the front of my teeth.
Her warm flesh always does something to me. When I touch her, it sends a bolt of electrocution, filling my hollow heart with lively fire. Our hearts don’t beat. They can’t beat. We’re fucking dead.
They.Don’t.Beat.
Then why does it feel like it wants to? And it wants to…for her.
I give her one last glance. I look at her cute silhouette underneath the red stained glass. Each step I take creates an agonizing distance. She is still mine to keep, my prisoner.
Why do I crave her acceptance? Why do I crave it more than my lust for power and revenge? Why do I crave for her to spill more than just her blood for me?
After tonight, after she willingly held onto me, after I showed her a blip of the lengths I’ll go to destroy everyone,she kissed me.
I want more than that.I need it. I need her to be consumed by me, just like I am with her until I kill her.
17
MILLIE
Steel.Cold. Foreign.
It’s…metal.
My first peaceful, heavy slumber in months is interrupted by a tightening of ice-cold metal around my wrists. I stir around, doing my best to escape the blurs of my sleep. I blink slowly, opening my eyes to see flashes of red from the stained-glass windows. It’s still night.
I move my wrists, but they’re conjoined together.
“What the hell?” I murmur through heavy breaths.
“You wanted to play a game of hide and seek, baby. Well, now we get to play my version of a game.” Hayden’s calm tone sends shivers down my spine. His cold, rough, long fingers trail down my naked stomach. His touch is ice, but what it does to me is the opposite.
He dips his fingers in, grabs the lining of my shorts, and pulls it down, leaving me in my underwear. He hums like he’s satisfied with what he sees. He slaps my pussy, and my hips immediately jerk upwards. My clit heats up, throbbing, pulsating, and I want to scream at it to stop.
I peek down, and he’s…shirtless. He has a body sculpted by God himself. He’s covered and ripped in muscles. His abstighten as he moves to my ankles. He spreads them apart with the same type of shackles. Faster than humanly possible, he rips my panties to shreds and throws them to the floor like it was paper. My legs are wide open, vulnerable, and exposed. “We’re going to play now…and it’s called Millie begs me to fuck her while covered in my enemies blood.”
I whimper at his sick pleasure. My breathing escalates, tipping my head back against the pillow, exposing my neck. I frantically search for a way out…but nothing will get me out of these restraints.
“I love it when you cry for me,” he purrs.
“I’m not crying, Hayden. I won’t ever cry for you again, that’s a promise I intend to keep,” I seethe back at him through narrowed eyes.
Even through the darkness, I can see him clearly. He smirks sinfully and is wickedly amused by my unbreakable vow.
He doubts me…I can feel it.He wants to push me.
A dimple curves around his jaw, and a scorching spark hits me in the chest when he looks at me like that. It makes me feral with anger…and submissiveness.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend? Someone else to occupy your needs?!” I pull on my restraints and clench on air.
