Page 35 of Dark Prince

“Yes, okay! I liked it but I also hated it.” Ugh. Why does he need to know this shit?

“What did you hate?”

“That it felt like I was cheating,” I blast off and then force a breath of air out through my mouth, annoyed with myself and with Ren.

Using one of the blades, he puts the sharp side against the underside of my right breast. Applying pressure, the steel bites into my skin and I suck in a breath, feeling the sting. Ren’s pupils dilate again as he watches the blood inch down my abdomen. He never cuts deep, but he always manages to extract more red liquid than should be possible with such a shallow nick.

Lifting the knife in his left hand, he flips the handle around, pointing it at me, so I take it. Ren moves the blade still in his right hand over to my left breast and makes a twin shallow cut just deep enough to bleed.

“Had it been anyone else in that booth watching you, baby, then it would have been cheating in my book. Luckily for you, I made sure that didn’t happen.”

“Fuck you, you asshole. You should have told me.” My temper flares, but it’s not him I’m mad at, not really anyway. I’m mad at myself. I’m mad that I’m happy it was Ren and not anyone else. There were countless times I wondered if it was Dimitri Sokolov and that sickened me, but eventually, I realized there would have been no way for him to be in New York that often without my father or brother knowing. Then again, if my father signed me over to Sokolov’s father, then perhaps he would overlook another Bratva being in his territory.

“So you could leave and go find another club to strip at? Even I only have so much money, Sasha. I spent damn near everything I had saved on that place. I couldn’t afford to buy another one.”

“What makes you so sure I would have gone somewhere else? Maybe I would have quit. Did you ever consider that?”

“No.” There is a laugh in his tone that angers me more. “I know you, snowflake. You’re too much of a brat to not have done exactly that. Good thing brats are what I’m into.”

I jerk up and point the tip of the blade in his face. “I better be the only fucking person you’re into, Lorenzo Caputo,” I yell, knowing I’m letting the jealous bitch inside take over.

“There’s my bitchy little brat.” His eyes spark to life. Leaning forward, he brushes the side of the blade with his jaw, slicing through flesh. It’s deeper than the nicks he carved on my skin. This cut will bleed longer, yet looking at Ren’s expression, you wouldn’t know his skin was sliced open with a knife. “Lean back.”

“I thought you wanted me to sit on your dick,” I comment as I do what I was told.

“I do, and you will, but I’m fucking thirsty, snowflake.” I barely have time to witness the smirk on his sexy lips before he’s attacking my pussy with his skillful tongue. He licks up, then his teeth pierce my flesh over my clit, forcing my back to arch and a moan to release from my mouth. “Fuck, you taste good.”

He licks again, then sucks me between his lips, his teeth skimming me.

“Hell, I don’t even need you to suck on the hilt of my blade. You’re already dripping, baby,” he says, before I feel the end of the knife breach my opening.

“Ooh, yes, Ren.” My words are whispered up as my head falls back. He fucks me with the smooth shaft of his knife. He licks and sucks and nibbles at all the right moments. I’m so drenched with need that I can’t tell if the slippery sound is coming from his mouth or my pussy. He’s not fucking me hard enough, and he knows it. The slow, in and out, pull and push of his performance with the knife will only keep me on the edge. I need his dick. He knows I need his thick, beautiful cock, but he won’t give it to me until he’s ready and I’m not to the point of begging yet.

“Put your finger in my ass, Ren. I need to be full.” I right my head so I can peer down at him. Watching him eat me is such a fucking turn on. Who needs porn when I have this god of a man before me?

Smiling against my clit, he runs the palm of his free hand over my outer thigh and then under my ass, grabbing and squeezing my butt cheek hard, his short nails digging into my skin. “You like me inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I mewl, flexing my hips, trying to fuck the hilt of the knife and reaching his mouth once again.

“You need me inside you, don’t you, snowflake?”

“God, yes,” I whimper. “Fuck me, Ren. Fuck me like only you can.”

“With motherfucking pleasure, baby.” He snatches the hilt of the weapon out of me, and like he has the speed of Flash, he rams his own shaft so hard inside me I feel it in my chest. He grabs onto my hips, pulling me off the table and sits down in the chair with me in his lap. My booted heels hit the floor and my lips are smashing into his in the next second. Ren does as I requested and his middle finger inserts forcefully into my back hole. I’m full of his big dick and his finger, just like I wanted.

Using my thigh muscles and my planted feet, I squeeze him and push up at the same time and then I drop back down on him. Ren shoves upward so fucking hard, fucking me so goddamn thoroughly that I can’t even breathe right.

“Jesus fucking shit, woman. You feel so good.”

“You too,” I say, but I swear it comes out like a whine and I don’t even care. Goddammit, he fucks so good. I can’t imagine anything in life feeling as good or better than he does inside of me. It’s pure fucking bliss.

He pumps into me with that good dick and I give back as hard as he nails my insides. His blood drips, splattering on my breasts. My blood smears on his polo. Good thing it’s crimson to hide the remnants of our fucked-up-ness that I love so much.

“Snowflake, you need to hurry the fuck up and come. You’re squeezing me so good and this pussy of mine is already so goddamn tight. I’m going to lose my shit.”

Now it’s my turn to smile as I smash my lips to his again, forcing my tongue inside and kissing him with everything I have as I come on the dick that’s filling me with hot spurts of cum. God, I wish with all my might that I could keep this, keep him for the rest of my life.

They say that no man, no person is perfect, except for one, but Lorenzo D’Angelo Caputo sure makes a run for the money. He’s everything good and bad and right and wrong. He’s etched in my heart and soul so deep there’s no room for another man ever.

Why did I have to be born the daughter of a monster? Why can’t my dad be more like Ren’s father?

I’d give anything in the world to stay Ren’s snowflake, his wife, his partner in crime, his love.

“I love you, Ren,” I say against his lips, meaning them as much today as the first time I ever said those three words.

I don’t know if I have it in me to break his and my heart—but if it means saving his life, I’d massacre anything and anyone in my pursuit to preserve his beating, beautiful heart.

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