Page 74 of The Depraved Prince
“You have something special about you. You’re too kind...too?—”
Come here, Millie.
Hayden’s command echoes in my head like he’s far away but so close. He talks to me the same way he did while chasing me through the crowd at the concert when he saved me from Cal.
I jump, my heart backflips, and my chest tightens at his deep voice. My body movements stop Cordelia from finishing her sentence. She watches me like she knows her son calls to me.
She smiles and walks away to her fuming husband.
Millie. I can feel you. Come to me, baby.
Dark butterflies swarm, and I react. After Cordelia leaves with her husband, I begin my journey back to the vampire who holds me captive.
After about five minutes, I’m back in front of his bedroom. Charles opens the door to his room for me, and I walk in.
The first thing I see is the broken headboard. The wall has holes, and the bed sheets are torn. My brow lifts curiously.Where is he?
The moon shines through, and a gust of calm, cool wind hits me, making my black hair fly past my shoulder. I change my gaze to the night sky a few feet away.
Hayden.
He stands tall on the balcony with a cigarette in his hand. He’s wearing a black sweater, dark pants, and black boots. His hair is combed back on the sides, and strands fall seamlessly on his forehead.
He’s not in his signature suit.
He turns around and smiles as he flicks his cigarette. He motions me forward with his fingers.
I swallow nervously.
As soon as I step on the balcony, he grabs my hand and pulls me to his chest. He kisses me hard, pressing his lips to mine as he consumes me with his mouth. A flutter ignites in my chest, and my core pulsates. And then he pulls back. He cups my face in his large, cold hands.
“How do you feel?”
I sigh, with heat creeping into my cheeks as I remember him inside me. The memories of our bodies tangled forces my clit and chest to pulse. Fireworks explode inside my stomach as flashes of him, slicking in and out of me last night with sweat, anchor me into that familiar wave of euphoria.
“Sore,” I murmur.
“That’s normal. Have you eaten? Drank water?” His concern for my health is evident. He almost destroyed me with his cock last night, and I loved every dark second.
“Yes, and yes.”
His thumb brushes the scar on my neck, and he admires the branding he gave me with his teeth.
“Good girl.” He leans in for a kiss. I tense up as he leans down, expecting him to cut my lips open again, but he’s gentle. He stays there like he’s cherishing my warm flesh on his cold one.
“I can’t forgive myself for almost killing you last night.” He grinds his teeth as he pulls away. He brushes my hair with his hand with a broken look. His blue eyes look lost in mine.
“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m alive. Bruised…but alive,” I joke with a forced smile, but he doesn’t laugh at my dry humor.
“The thought of hurting you kills me.” He tells me as he stares straight into my soul. His sweater hugs all of his tensed muscles so well.
“Hayden…I have a lot of questions on how all of this works. You came inside me.”
He smirks like he’s proud of himself. “And you’re on birth control, are you not?”
I furrow my brows at his bluntness.
How does he know?
