Page 50 of The Depraved Prince
Why do I like this?
“Millie. I’m not boyfriend material.”
“Really? I would’ve never guessed!” I blare sarcastically.
He closes his eyes softly and bows his head until his chin almost hits his collarbone with a deep, lustrous chuckle of laughter. His abs tense as his balled fists relax at his side. He tilts his head to look at me, and a dark brow arches. His dashing ocean eyes are no more. Red, ruby, fiery eyes replace his blue irises instead. His sharp teeth protrude over his lips slightly, and a rush of fear ripples back like waves from an ocean I’mdrowning in. Memories of his teeth inside me come back with no remorse, and I sink further down into the bed.
“Are you sure you won’t cry for me, little Bambi? Because your pretty little pussy would disagree with you. It’s dripping tears for me right now.” I swallow and keep my brave face mask on as he lowers himself over me. Each one of his hands is on both sides of my hips as he dips forward and buries his face in between my legs. I try to push him out, but my tied ankles don’t allow me to fight.
I’m all bunched up with nerves, my heart pounding in my chest, and my nipples harden with anticipation.
“I have to punish you. Let me hear my name fall from those pretty little lips. I need it more than I crave your blood,” he growls slowly as his eyes gleam with sensuality.
He doesn’t keep me waiting in the dark. His tongue meets my pussy with a soft, swift flick inside my slit. I arch my back, fighting his touch even when the darkest part of me relishes in his capture. His tongue drives inside my slit and ends at my clit. I grit my teeth as I stare at the waves of his dark brown hair at the top of his head, desperate to pull on them. To stop him…or to hold on for dear life because dammit.
Damn himbecause a moan escapes my throat, and I wince at the shock of pleasure it drills into me.
“I like it when you cry,” he breathes against me. “But I like it when you bleed for me even more.” He comes up, hovering over me. A dark wave of hair falls over his forehead as he positions himself with his full pink lips above mine. He crashes his lips against my swollen ones, but instead of kissing me, a shot of pain pours through me. He doesn’t need to put much pressure or bite down hard on my fragile flesh to cut it open, and only when I taste the metallic iron at the tip of my tongue does he begin to kiss me. His teeth are sharper than a blade. The slightest touch and I’m lacerated.
He moves his lips against mine, savoring the taste of my blood as he intrudes my mouth with his tongue.
I don’t move at first; I go blank for a few seconds, wondering what the hell to do. I want to fight him, but I can’t. I don’t want to. I kiss him back and it feels so good to let myself get lost in the way he makes me feel.Craved. He grabs a fistful of my wavy hair, pulling it at the base, and I mewl in submission, desperate to satisfy the ache in between my thighs by clenching them together but failing miserably because of my restraints. He growls against my lips. “You thought I wasn’t going to punish you for the little stunt you did? For putting yourself in danger? For trying to leave the only monster on this fucking planet that can protect you?” He snarls at me in between kisses.
“Hayden…” I start but don’t finish. He steals his own name from my lips like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever heard and hushes me with more feral kisses. He closes his eyes like he’s angry, his brows pinch together, and I join him with closed eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I moan out against his mouth.
There I said it, please fuck me now.Give me something.
He licks the bottom of my neck up to my cheeks.
“Now, be a good fucking girl, and let me feel how sorry you are. I want to hear you scream it!”
I give in with no more hesitation. He kisses me harder once my tongue competes with his. We move together in sync, and he pulls my hair harder. I feel his hardened cock underneath his pants. He presses his bulge against my clit, and I want to wrap my legs around him, temptation within me.
My body is almost begging for it like he said I would.
Shit.
“You won’t break me. You might kill me one day when you’re done with me, but you won’t break me.”
He grins sadistically after he pulls away from my bleeding lips. Red covers his mouth, and he licks it away and hums. Hemoves with vampire speed and rips my shirt open with ease, exposing my breasts and hard nipples to the cold air. He looks down at my chest and admires my body, taking his time.
“Fuck you’re beautiful, and these tits are mine to sink my teeth into.”
He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks.
My body starts to tremble from the sensations, and like deja vu…pain erupts.
He sinks his teeth into my breasts, just close to my nipple, and drinks my blood.
Whatever pleasure I’m feeling reverberates through me like a virus of sinful, sick pleasure. My toes curl with an orgasm building like a damn volcano, ready to explode, and he isn’t even touching my clit. His dick isn’t inside my aching pussy, and I want to come.
He growls with satisfaction. His hand slaps my ass, and the sound fills the room. He squeezes my ass with his hand, pulling my pussy closer to his rock-hard cock, as he tries to suck even more from me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, the emptiness inside my pussy unbearable. It’s almost fucking cruel the way his venom inflicts on me like a side effect.
“Fuck, Hayden…” I rasp out as I squeeze my eyes shut. My pussy is wet and begging for him.
