Page 36 of The Depraved Prince
I nod.
“Hayden ripped him apart for it. He did it brutally, too. That’s why there’s a meeting right now,” Kallum explains like he’s proud.
“Is that where he is?” I pry.
He nods.
I turn over so I’m facing him.
“I think you’re lying to me, Kallum.”
My accusation rocks him harder than I thought.
“What do you mean? I don’t lie. I never lie,” he concedes like I’ve insulted him. His tone and body transit into stone like he’s appalled.
Biting my lip, I mask my unease with a seductive expression.
I loosen the oversized silk shirt so that it falls over my shoulder, exposing more skin. I always sleep without a bra, so my nipples are hard and poking through the fabric. Kallum’s eyes dilate, and he freezes.
“You crawled into my bed at three in the morning.” I let my shirt fall down more until it exposes my scar. Seconds later, a portion of my nipple is exposed.
“You touched my scar, and I felt how hard you were when you did. I felt the shape and neediness on my hip when I woke up.”
His throat rolls as he grinds his teeth. He takes off his glasses and sets them beside him on the bed.
“Do you want to taste me?” I’m poking a vampire. Tempting and taunting him. I need to do this in order to survive. I’m using my rare blood to my advantage. I must.
“I consent to it. I won’t fight you. Grant me a quick death, please. I’m sure whatever Hayden has planned for me isn’t good.”
He shakes his head.
“I don’t want to taste you,” he tells me in an unemotional tone that hardens. His body reveals the real truth, unlike his words. His teeth sharpen across his lip, and his eyes change once again.
He’s not lying, but he’s withholding part of his truth.
“But you want to have sex with me?” I ask with an unrecognized tone of mine, widening my eyes innocently.
God, don’t judge me.
There’s an eerie silence between us, and my heart thunders against my chest. I pray and hope he’ll take the bait. Am I convincing him enough despite my tired eyes and muscles tensing up?
I decide to give it my all and go full send to hell with this newly adopted persona of mine.
My full breast escapes the rich fabric, cold air meeting my raw skin. I have full round breasts that plop out, and Kallum stares blindly from the consequences, and I stare back with pure, naive wide eyes. It’s like he’s on fire with how he starts to shake.
He drops his book, places it on the nightstand, and raises his hand too slowly. His big, veiny hand encases my breast, and I moan.
He’s buying it. My gaze lowers to his very hard erection that’s strained underneath his sweatpants, begging to release.Begging to feel me.
He trails his cold finger in between my breasts, giving me the green light just as his judgment falters, and I take full advantage.I might have just committed a suicide mission, but I’m still going to follow through.
I gouge him in the eye with the same butterknife I placed on the nightstand. It pierces through his organ, and he lets me go. I jump up just as he snarls an inhumane-like sound. A cold sweat breaks out against my forehead. It’s a creaturelike wail that’s so deep and agonizingly loud that my ears sting from the volume. A demonic-like roar of painful fury fills the entire room. It howls and echoes amongst the stained glass and vintage-like walls. I leave Kallum to attend to his injury, clutching at his eye as obsidian black runs down his face. He trembles and shakes from the pain as he collapses into himself, banging his back against the headboard. Immediate guilt simmers in every vein, but I will not apologize to my captors.
I take off from the bed and head toward the door without an apology. I want to, but I shouldn’t. I need to focus on getting out of here.
I sprint like my life depends on it. My feet hit the floor, and I get to the enormous wooden door I’ve been staring at for days in seconds. My breaths are shallow and fast, my lungs burning with anticipation. My freedom awaits—my family…my old life.
I swing open the door and take in the unexplored territory.
