Page 36 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
“You so easily fuck a harlot,” Sterling drawled, “but you seem to have trouble looking at me now. Is it my face? My disgusting scar?”
Continuing to ignore her, Winter set his things on the desk, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap as she gasped. He lifted her chin roughly. “There’s nothing wrong with your face. Only your vile bloodline.” Something flickered in his expression and his grip on her gentled slightly.
Had he always hated her kind? “Did you like humans before…”
“Before your grandmother killed my mother?” he ground out. “No.”
“But did youhatethem?”The way I hate your kind.
“No,” he said simply.
And then Sterling realized she was still sitting in the prince’s lap, bare, one of his hands on her hip, the other still on her chin. She could usually speak her mind to anyone, but for the first time, she was at a loss for words, only savoring the warmth of the prince, the way desire pulsed inside her, his scent of clovers and embers surrounding her. As if sensing her thoughts, his thumb slid across her hip, caressing.
“Do you truly carve anything?” she finally asked. “I never see you finish a piece.”
“Sometimes. Mostly, I like the feel of the knife as it scrapes away the wood,” Winter cooed. And then his fingers left her chinand ventured down to her other hip. “Is this what you want? To distract me? To fuck me for your freedom?”
Her eyes widened that he hadn’t rejected her. Had he decided to give in to what she’d previously offered? Why did the thought not sicken her now? Was it because she hadn’t fucked inweeks? “I’ll fuck you anyway you want,” she vowed. “Do anything you please. I’ll never hunt another wolf if you let me go with my brother afterward.”
“You’ll never be free again.” Winter smirked, lifting a forefinger to her scar, gliding down it to her lips. “But if you win tonight, I may let you sleep out of the cage.” He leaned his head closer, his soft lips seizing her throat, his teeth grazing her neck. She could feel his wolfish canines slip out further as his tongue tasted her salty skin, could feel his cock harden beneath her.
Sterling’s breath caught, and she couldn’t hold back from rolling her hips into his. Winter’s callused hands curved around her buttocks, allowing her to grind harder against him.
Digging her own teeth into her lip, she reached for the laces of his trousers and his hand gripped her wrist, bringing her arm around his neck.
“Make me believe you want me,” Winter growled. “Tempt me. Kiss me.”
Sterling didn’t hesitate, capturing his lips with hers, tasting the sweetest of flavors. He kissed her back expertly, roughly and tenderly as though he wasn’t certain if he should punish or reward her. Both drove her mad with lust. He parted her lips with his tongue and trailed it up and down hers, coasting across it deliciously.
When she could take no more of this need to go further withhim, Sterling broke the kiss. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”
Winter’s fingers entwined in her hair and he tugged her head back, his lids slitted. “After I taste your cunt.”
The prince would rather pleasure his prisoner than make Sterling lick up his shaft? Something was afoot… He had to be coming up with another vindictive game of his own.
A knock came at the door, and he narrowed his eyes toward the sound of the interloper. “Go bathe,” he said without looking at her.
Sterling blinked as she stood from his lap, her heart thundering. What had just happened? Loathing churned inside her … for liking the prince’s touches, his kisses, for yearning to feel his tongue lick up her heat. But that didn’t mean she likedhim—one could easily relish in the pleasure of fucking, regardless of who made her come.
Just before she entered the bathing chambers, the deep rumble of Micah’s grating voice seeped into the room. “If the bitch wins the game tonight, the king wants to speak with you upstairs immediately.”
“He’ll be out of bed soon, it seems. It’s amiracle,” Winter said silkily. The king had beenherehealing all along?
“It took longer than I’d expected.”
“Mm, indeed it did.” Winter paused. “I’m going to the brothel, but I’ll be back before the game starts tonight.”
Not once did the prince glance back at the room or in Sterling’s direction before he shut the door behind him.
Why would he? And why would she care? He could fuck all of the women in the brothel if he wanted, and she wouldn’t give a damn. She only hoped that he would continue where they’d left off if she won tonight, that their fucking might lead him to release her, even though he said she’d never be free. His mind had changed about touching her, so perhaps it could change further. He could fuck her mouth as hard as he wished with that gloriously large cock of his if that would entice him enough.
Still flustered from the heat pooling low in her stomach, Sterling slipped into the bathing chamber, finding the wateralready cold. It didn’t matter as she sank into the liquid’s depths and washed herself clean. The distraction couldn’t get the feel of the prince’s tongue against hers out of her thoughts.
“It’s been too long, Sterling.Too long.” She dipped her hand between her legs, running it up the creases of her folds. Just as she caressed her clit, a knock came at the bathing chamber door.Fuck. I’m cursed to never orgasm again. “Yes?” she grumbled.
“It’s Amalli. I have your meal and set it in the cage. I’ll wait for you to finish in there.”
“One moment.” The mood to pleasure herself had already subsided, annoyance left in its wake.
