Page 25 of Dark Prince

“I’m no one’s whore,” she fires back, a backbone finally presenting itself, but it’s the thick Irish accent that coats every square inch of my person, penetrating all the way down to every cell in my body, making my dick twitch with something only one other person has ever seemed to pull from me: need and desire all in one. “And do not ever call me a bitch again.”

I lick my lips, tasting the blood she caused to spill, and I smile. “What’s your name?”

“Ciera,” she says, her voice softer as the heat simmers down faster than I would have preferred. My cock jumps this time at the way she enunciated kir-ra, and all I can think about is yanking her up from the floor and bending her over the bed, before burying my dick in her ass. From the way her terry cloth shorts hug her thick hips, I can tell it’s a big ass, one that would look pretty reddened from my handprint.

“Too bad caged mice don’t turn me on,” I sneer, but not because I’m disgusted. Other than the spitting image of a broken doll, she’s exactly what turns me on. Another time, another place, I might do everything within my power to bed this woman. Only I wasn’t lying. Scared mice don’t do it for me. I prefer my women to stand their ground with me. Be able to dish back everything I give. To fight me.

Wiping the remnants of blood from my lip with my thumb, I bend down and wipe it along hers. “Draw my blood ever again and I’ll drain every goddamn ounce of yours from that pretty little body, kitty cat. Now beat it. Sal and Marco are dead. They don’t own you anymore, so try not to get caged again.”

“I’m free?” Her words rush out breathily, shock overtaking the porcelain face below me.

I glance from her to the broken entrance and back to her again, an eyebrow arched. She takes the hint, jumping up from the floor, but she doesn’t rush out like I would have expected. Instead, she dashes to an open suitcase in front of the window, snatching a few garment pieces, and then a pair of shoes from the floor. Without a second glance at Krishna or me, she runs from the room like her life depends on it.

After a beat of silence, Krishna is the first to speak, but what leaves his mouth sets me off. “Your dick as hard as mine right now?”

I turn on him, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling with all my might as I twist us so that he’s in front of me, then I shove him to the bed.

“Drop your goddamn pants,” I spit out as I unbutton mine. If I can’t have the pretty ass that just ran from me, then I’m going to take his.

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