Page 52 of The Depraved Prince
My pants grow tight since my cock is still very much painfully hard and ready to fuck. My balls are full, and they’re calling for her…but I won’t take her.
I haven’t had blue balls like this since a century ago.
I stare at her pretty pink pussy and beautiful brown nipples as I free her wrists and ankles.
“You’re a monster,” she says, holding her knees to her breasts, and every syllable floats with unsure flinches of pleasure.
Aww, she’s flirting with me.
“You have no idea.” I wink at her. “You want me to fuck you, but baby, if I do that, you may not live through it.”
She glares as her pussy weeps for more.
She quivers, her bleeding lips close, and she holds herself tighter. It takes everything in me and more not to fuck her into another oblivion, but I won’t use my tongue the next time she comes, and she’ll fall into an obsession.
“These will heal,” I point to her open wounds that are starting to clot by her tits and thighs, “but the bite mark on your neck will stay forever. A scar from yourmonster.”
She turns away from me and stares at the brightening red window, ashamed that she liked it. She loved every second of it. The thought of anyone kissing her body like I just did makes me want to set the whole world on fire.
I’m possessive over her. I can’t handle the thought of anyone even looking at her the way I do, never mind talking or touching her.
I open the door and walk out of her room. I turn the skeleton key, locking it just as the sun rises, and I go to my chambers, sulking, angry, and rethinking my plan.
If this is what she makes me feel, no amount of power can do what she does to me. It’s ruthless how she makes me ache for her when I sleep.
Maybe…my plan for revenge isn’t worth it.
Maybe…The Depraved Prince has a soul willing to share, after all.
18
MILLIE
I palmmy neck and cringe.
Asshole!
I’ve been marked. I will forever have evidence of what he’s done to me. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, Hayden will be there, tormenting me. A permanent reminder that I am his.
As soon as he closed the door, I wanted to scream in my pillow…because I just got tongue fucked by a vampire and loved every single second.
I won’t let these confusing feelings hinder me from leaving him. I’ll try again, and I will succeed. I must consider another approach and muster up a more calculated plan. There has to be a way to drain his abilities. There has to be a way to stun him for a hot minute, so it gives me another head start to run.
I heard everything he said while I slept. I knew he wasn’t going to be able to resist his depraved urges to get what he wanted. I have a feeling that Hayden always gets what he wants, even if he has to take it.
When he threatened to keep me underneath his toxic shadows, it only sent me further into the dark hole he has me trapped in. A hole with walls that can’t hide the reflection ofwhat I feel. It’s weird. I want to kill him. I want to escape him. But I want him inside me. He scares me, but the thrill of being chased by him…to be enjoyed by a man everyone fears does something to my soul, and I want to chase that feeling even more.
He fucked me with his tongue and then bit me all over while I was tied up, unable to fight him. The worst part is…I wanted it all, and I wanted more than his mouth.
I shift the blankets over me to examine the damage littered across my body. Bruises on my hips, bite marks that have already scabbed over; I jump out of bed and find a mirror that sits beside a dresser and the red stained glass.
I’m no longer in the blood-stained, dirty clothes. I’m desperate to rid myself of last night’s evidence of a battle between two immortals with different eyes. I thought all vampire’s eyes turn red when they shift into their authentic version. But I noticed that wasn’t the case from their interaction in the club to the concert. It was a consistent detail. Every vampire that shares Hayden’s trust has crimson eyes, deep and rich like blood. But the southern vampires had enriched cerulean blue, like a frozen ocean. Both were glowing and bright.
I wait for a few minutes before I head for the bath that’s connected to my bedroom, naked and bloody.
When I open the door, I’m met with the familiar black walls, elegantly patterned. A brass-colored morphed mirror is nailed to the wall above the black sink.
A diamond chandelier made of red diamonds hangs in the center of the restroom, lit by candles that seem never to die out. The bathroom is also covered in red stained glass, which reflects vividly against the black bathtub.
