Page 33 of The Depraved Prince
“Hayden must be a millionaire,” I whisper to myself as I take my last bite.
“Billionaire, actually.”
Hayden’s deep, hypnotizing voice corrects me and makes me storm upward. My knee hits the dining table as I stand. I hiss momentarily from the pain as I turn around to see him by the door in a leather jacket and dark jeans, leaning against the door. Handsome and dashing as ever.
He’s quiet. I’m slowly dreading his next words. We stand in silence as I look around for any weapon. Finally, he looks at me after running his hand through his long, dark, wavy hair.
“Can you let a vampire sleep, little Bambi? If my cock is buried deep inside you, will you keep that pretty mouth shut for me?” He asks with a dire smirk that will forever be engravedinto my mind. He appears in front of me again, his lips by my ear as my heart thunders in my throat. Blood rushes to both my ears and cheeks. “Because that’s the only time I want to hear you scream.”
“Are you going to fucking rape me?” I seethe.
“Oh, Bambi, I’ve never and will never do that. You want to know why?”
I don’t answer. His thumb brushes against my lips, and I turn my head, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me scared.
“Because…” He begins just as he kisses my cheek, sending my heart to skip a beat. I push him with both my palms, pouring everything I’ve got to get him away from touching me, but it’s useless; in fact, I think I made my situation worse. He’s stronger than I’ve ever imagined. Instead of letting me go, he grips me by the back of my head, pulling my hair so painfully tight. I whimper as he gets a handful of it. Shivers dance down my entire body. Goosebumps form everywhere as he drags his nose across my cheek down to my neck as I continue to fight him.
Oh, no.
Is he going to bite me?
He pauses for a short, tense moment. “I make women’s pussy weep for my cock. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll beg for it, like I promised. Fight me. I love it when you do. I love the fight in you. It’s admirable how you try to persevere in the unimaginable. Even when odds are stacked up against you.”
I stop struggling, holding back the storm of hatred behind my eyes. I stare straight into his beautiful, crazed, dilated eyes, refusing to back down.
“Just fucking kill me already, Hayden. I refuse to be a slave here.”
He laughs, letting go of my hair, and takes a step back from me. His hand brushes over his mouth and chin as he laughs.
“You’re not a slave, baby. We’re granting you mercy. The Davenports would have sucked you dry by now, probably have their fun with you before you succumb to your death, while you scream and they laugh. Consider this your safe haven.”
“A safe haven with the devil,” I spit out.
“I’m no devil, little Bambi.” He enters my face, his mouth skimming through my hair, taking in a deep whiff of my scent. I shudder with our proximity. Something peril awaits with the way his tone deepens and his lips graze my neck. “I’m something far scarier than Satan. Even the devil runs and hides from me.”
He walks to the door, getting ready to leave.
“Now, I’m going back to sleep in my chambers. I have to get some rest for my travels after all the mess I’ve done to keep you alive. I’m leaving for a while and don’t know when I’ll be back. Try not to miss me too much,” he says with sarcasm painting his tone, before walkings away without another word.
Fuck him.
He’s going to leave me here while vampires of all kinds are trying to hunt me down? No communication with the outside world? No way to know if my parents are okay? I want my old life back.
I start to break out in an angry sweat. I see red, and I’m blinded with rage mixed with panic at the thought of being here in this room for weeks, months…fucking years, maybe?!
I grab the butter knife that came with the tray of breakfast and throw it at him as his back is turned.
He catches the knife mid-air, a couple of inches away from the back of his neck.
How?
He faces the door again and keeps walking like I haven’t just tried to kill him again. He drops the utensil, and it hits the floor with a loud, sharp noise; the metal chimes. He opens the door and takes a step out.
“I will not play your guys’ games. I will find a way out of here. I will move to fucking Alaska if I have to!”
Alaska is almost always sunny. The sun has to be their weakness.
“Millie.” He growls like an enraged animal. He turns to me. His eyes are bright red, and fangs make their appearance known again over his lips. He’s turned into his creature-like self again like he’s pissed off that I’ve threatened to escape him. “There’s not a place, not a city, not a planet, not a fucking realm you could run to, and I wouldn’t find you. You don’t belong to anyone. You don’t even belong to yourself anymore. You. Belong To. Me,” he snarls and I back away from him further.
