Page 82 of The Depraved Prince
“I love you!” I blurt out in a sharpened tone, quick and curt, hoping it’s enough to make him believe me.
Hayden stiffens and stops. He straightens his back and turns his head. His dark black waves fall over his forehead, but he doesn’t make another move. He’s still looking at the floor like he’s contemplating his entire life. He’s unsure, and it shows.
“Your words aren’t good enough anymore,” he murmurs like he’s the one that’s broken. He opens the door and takes one step out.
I hesitate as he continues to leave. I know what I have to do. I have to succumb to my forced future.
“I’ll marry you!” I seal my fate with those three words. I reach out for him with my dried, bloody hand. “Please. I’ll marry you.”
My candor seems to paralyze him. He stops walking, and it feels like forever that we both stand there with the heaviest of emotions howling over our souls. My promise strikes him hard. I can see Charles ready to go wherever he needs to be.
“Sir? Prince Drago?” The King’s guard asks in an attempt to snap him out of his thoughts, but Hayden stands there with balled fists and a blank, furious stare.
He doesn’t buy it, does he?
But then he slams the door shut, surprising me, before Charles’s stressed gaze and locks it. I stand there, and he’s standing over me faster than the speed of light. I look up at him, doing everything I can to stay on my two feet.
“You’ll be my wife?” He asks in a soft whisper, slowly raising his head with a pointed chin as if waiting for me to take it back. He looks at me skeptically, his tone deepening, rough and rugged. His brows are furrowed like he’s trying to read my mind.
“Yes…I’ll beanythingyou need me to be. I’m sorry. I want you, Hayden. Maybe...maybe I ran because I’m scared of the wayyou make me feel. It’s a feeling I’ve never experienced before. Like it’s wrong to want someone like you—someone who loves me so dangerously and is willing to do whatever he needs to to keep me. Maybe I ran because I’m scared that…”
I don’t have any more controlover my words. It’s spilling out of me like a demented sickness.I’m giving in to him.Letting my dark fantasies win the battle I’ve been fighting against.
I grab his hand, and dammit, warmth rolls down my cheeks from my sore eyes, and I let my heart talk and shut off my mind. I place his hand on my chest like he did when it was my first time with him. “That I’m consumed by you just like you are with me. You can feel it, can’t you? I know you can.” Before I can finish, he grips my waist and pushes it against his, and I feel his hard cock wanting to rip through his jeans.
I’m just pretending to be his good little prisoner.Right?This is all fake…right?
I question myself when I already know the damn answer. Before I let shame plague my emotions, Hayden interrupts them.
“Don’t let me stop you. Finish your sentence and show me how much we’ve consumed each other.” He growls like a beast that will burn down the world if he doesn’t touch me. He whips behind me and grips the back of my dress. Before I can blink, talk, or turn around…let alone process my thoughts, he tears my dress open from the back with his hands. I’m in my bra and panties while looking at the luxurious dress I’ll never be able to wear again.
He unhooks my bra while trailing his nose through my hair and down to my neck, smelling me.
He hums. “Strawberries.”
He kicks my feet apart with his boot, and I look down to see what he’s doing. He kneels and grips my ass with both of his hands and squeezes hard. I fall forward with my hands on theend of his bed. He pulls my panties all the way down until they pool around my ankles.
“Hayden…” I breathe. I wipe away my tears with my hands and let the dark, blissful lust I get from the way he touches me possess my body.
“Go on. I’ll be on my knees for my queen while you finish your sentence.”
He goes in between my thighs, and I know he can see that I’m already dripping for him. How can this happen? The chemistry between us is there. It’s just…there, existing, and I can’t deny the sensual havoc he inflicts upon me. The way my body immediately craves to be loved and wanted, whether it’s toxic or not.
I need it.
Hayden sees me. He’s uncovered my layers forcefully, one by one, only to discover there’s a hole in my heart and spirit. I’m as empty as him, wanting him to fill itfor mewhen I can’t for myself.
I can feel his smile as he breathes deep and rough against my tender flesh. I suck in a breath and blink hard, trying to concentrate while battling my inner demons.
“Go. On.” He demands, and I feel his tongue go through my slit and up to my aching clit.
Oh, fuck.
“I want you forever,” I confess truthfully as I grip the sheets of his bed, clawing them as he continues to make detrimental magic movements that have my toes curling. “My heart skips beats for you.” I look behind me to unveil the demon who haunts me like a shadowed protector on his knees like he’s worshiping me.
The darkness that exudes from his beautiful face falls, and he smirks victoriously.
“I knew you felt the same for me. I knew it then, and I know it now. You bleed for me, you ache for me,and you lie, but your body tells me that you love me.” He cups my ass cheek with his large rough hand and kisses it. His lips vanish after a split second to be replaced by his sharp canine fangs. He bites me there, and I groan as his teeth sink into my skin and flesh.
