Page 61 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
Why did it feel like she were being led to her death? Her grandmother had fucked the enemy just as Sterling had. She’d been a hunter just as Sterling was. Was her end drawing near? Would she be torn apart in the way her grandmother had been? No, there was more to this. Winter cared for her in a way the king could never have cared for her grandmother.
“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Sterling whispered. “What else happened between you and your father?”
Winter leaned back in his seat, his lazy expression forming. “It’s nothing.” Lie. She could see the continuous rage swirling in the sea of blue within his gaze.
Sterling pushed up from the seat and straddled his thighs as the carriage jostled. She lifted his chin so his eyes trained on hers. “Tell me the truth. You have to trust me.”
Winter frowned. “And you have to trustme.”
This prince had shredded her life apart before putting it back together piece by broken piece. He’d allowed her to see her brother, had trusted her to be alone with him and not try to escape.
“Trust has to be earned. What happened with your father?” she asked again. “Be honest with me.”
Winter’s lazy expression vanished from his face as he clenched his teeth. “My father had your grandmother murder my mother. It had nothing to do with her jealousy and everything to do with my father being a vile fuck.”
Sterling’s breath hitched and she blinked. That was not something she was expecting to hear. Why would the king do that? “Did he have her killed so he could be with my grandmother?”
Winter’s arm curved around Sterling’s waist. “No, he’s too selfish to be with one woman. I think because the humans were starting to love my mother and because I loved her. Never my father.”
“The humans in the village still talk about what a good queen she was to this day. My mother liked her very much,” Sterling admitted.
Winter clenched his eyes shut, then brought her face close to his. “No more talking. Just let me fuck you before we get to my manor.Please,” he murmured against her lips.
Sterling could feel his desperation, a desperation that was igniting in her own blood, desire coursing lower. This was something she could easily give him, to momentarily distract them both. She unfastened his trousers, and he lifted the skirt of her dress. She straddled him, and with one upward thrust,he buried himself inside her as she moaned. Winter gripped her hair while she ground herself against him.
“I want to take you from behind,” he growled, his canines slipping out.
“No one’s stopping you,” Sterling said, her voice husky.
Winter pulled out of her, leaving her aching for his cock again. He flipped her over so her arms braced on the seat across from them. He knelt on the seat behind her, holding her hips as she lifted her backside so his length could slide into her heat once more. He thrust into her, his pace growing wild, their motions more frantic with each passing moment. Her eyelids fluttered, relishing every stroke of his length against her inner walls until she couldn’t hold back the euphoric cry that escaped her lips. Winter moved harder, faster, recklessly, proving that he was indeed a Prince of Carnage until a deep groan bellowed up from his throat.
He took two ragged breaths before drawing her onto his lap.
“I’ll miss that,” Winter rasped. “I’ll miss you.”
Sterling stilled and shifted back, but he halted her from crawling from him.
“I’m not killing you if that’s what you think,” he drawled, trailing a finger along her jaw. “I’m freeing you.”
Just as he spoke the words, the carriage halted in front of his looming manor.
Sterling furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t trust my father. You’re not traveling north. You and your brother are getting the fuck out of here. My father will use you against me, and he will use Cyan against you, so I need you both gone while I make everything safe for you.”
There was nothing cozy about what would have to occur for her and Cyan to be safe.
Sterling shook her head. “You can come with us.”
“And not prove to Bloodstorm how wicked I am?”
“Winter.” Sterling’s voice came out tight.
“I need to make sure he doesn’t destroy the human villages more than he already has. More thanIhave.” He traced the edges of the scar on her cheek. “Besides, if I came with you, do you really believe Nareth would welcome me with open arms?”
Sterling’s eyes widened in surprise. “Nareth?” she gasped.
Winter smirked. “It seems he fell in love with a harlot that I used to visit at the brothel, and they took off together.Unharmed.”
