Page 106 of The Depraved Prince
I don’t enjoy anything anymore.
I. Loved. Life.
It was the only thing I could say that I loved.
Now? I love Millie.
The world and my ambition sound like static. Boring, and hellish.
I hate waking up, knowing that my Bambi isn’t breathing next to me in my bed. I miss waking up to the scent of strawberries. The feel of her warm, soft, naked skin touching my cold, dead one. I’m in fucking pain, and she’s back home in Texas, unprotected and going back to her old life, pretending that I don’t exist?!
I haven’t been able to stay fucking sane since she threatened to put a blade in her throat to get away from me.
Well, have I ever been sane?
I killed her father. I get it. She needs time. But she doesn’t have time. She only has about three years left before the Reaper comes to collect her soul and I need her to spend them with me. I’ll convince her to consent. I won’t hesitate to go to extreme measures…if I fucking have to force them out of her stubborn fucking beautiful lips, I will.
I bring the bitter beer bottle to my lips and swallow. I get lost in the flames of the bonfire. Watching and listening to the fire crackle while getting lost in Millie. Where is she right now? Is she working back at the Nostalgia Coffee Shop on those cute roller skates of hers? Is she with…Cole?
Fuck!
I can’t stand these thoughts. These demonic voices in my head are telling me that she doesn’t love me. She doesn’t crave me anymore. I’m a piece of shit who deserves everything bad that gets thrown my way.
You don’t deserve anyone good.
She’s going to die and you’re going to live alone for eternity like the depraved blood lust evil vampire that you are.
Is she spending time with him? Touching him? Letting him kiss her the way I love to?
I can see it now. I can picture her with him and wrath builds inside me as I have these mental pictures of them together.
Him holding her, consoling her, being there for her when all he’s thinking about is fucking her.
Fuck him.
If she tries to get another boyfriend, I’ll find out and I’ll kill anyone she tries to go on a date with. They’ll all die and she’ll realize that I’m the only one for her. I smile and lick my lips at the thought of killing any man that tries to take my Bambi on a date.
A woman walks in front of me, cutting into my thoughts of Millie away. She has curly red hair and long legs and stops like she’s trying to get me to notice her.
“Is there anything I can do for you, King Drago?” she pouts seductively. Her voice twirls with heat, and she’s practically drenched underneath her underwear. I can sense it. She grabs a piece of her hair and plays with it by wrapping it around her finger over and over again. She’s another vampire.
I ignore her and take another swig of my beer. I refuse to look at another woman, never mind talk to one. She sighs and forcefully sits on my lap. She plops her ass on my groin, and I tighten my muscles. She won’t take my silence as her answer, but a challenge.
“You don’t have to talk to me. I’ll do all the talking for you, babe. I bet I can turn that frown upside down without you saying one word to me…” she says as she starts to tug off my belt.
Now, I’m ticked off. “What’s your name?” My eyes flash to red, my voice vibrating with unease. I clench my jaw, forcing my fangs to stay tucked in.
“Debby.” She giggles and bites her lip. The familiar motion sends an image of Millie doing the same thing when she’s stressed. Millie always bit her lip when she was frustrated or angry. Libby or Debby—whatever her name is—winks at me and starts to palm my cock over my jeans, up and down, trying to get me hard.
I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and grin with disdain. “If you’re name is not Millie Flores, then you and everyone else can leave me the fuck alone.” I point to her friends, who are lined up for me behind her, ready to join us on the couch.
Before meeting Millie, I’ve been known to fuck…and fuck a lot. One night, I had five girls licking my cock and balls at once. Before, it was a good time. But now? It’s rather dull and distasteful now that Millie owns me, even if she isn’there.
I stand up, forcing her to her feet, and walk away. She groans, pissed off by my rejection, and returns to her group of friends. I smash my beer bottle on the ground with pure fucking wrath as I stalk toward Landon. The glass shatters, quieting everyone in the party except for the music. “Simple Man” by Lynyrd Skynyrd continues to play.
I haven’t given up on Millie and me. And I never will.
“Hey man, where are you going? The party just started. Stay with us. If you don’t want to get your dick wet, that’s fine, but hang out with us,” Landon quips.
