Page 84 of Kiss of a Hellish Prince

Rune gasped. His cock jumped. “Fuck, Tori.”

He really did like when I bit him.

I sat up and placed my hands on the headboard on either side of his head, leaning forward to sink down another inch onto his cock, my breasts in front of his face.

Rune’s hands went to my hips while his tongue teased my nipples, pulling them into his mouth while I sank even lower onto his cock.

I rode him slowly at first, loving the stretch of him inside me. I was still sore from earlier, but the tenderness just intensified the pleasure. I sped up, leaning back, moving my hands to Rune’s thighs behind me, taking him deeper, rocking on him harder.

“Fuck, Tori. I can’t hold on.”

“Don’t you dare come before I do.” I rode him harder, racing to my finish.

Rune’s jaw clenched as he tried to hold back. Served him right for what he did earlier.

“Fuck, I can’t hold on much longer,” he said between his clenched teeth.

“Then make me come again,” I said between pants.

I was close.

So close.

I rode him harder, taking him as deep as I could, grinding down with every thrust.

Rune placed his hand on my stomach and flicked his thumb over my clit, sending me over the edge. He followed me over with a loud groan.

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I woke up a few hours later, needing to go to the bathroom. I was curled up in Rune’s arms, still on Sif’s bed. I grabbed my phone and made my way to Sif’s en suite.

According to my phone, it was close to six a.m. I’d apparently fallen asleep for a while.

As I was scrolling through notifications, I got a text message with a picture from Vivi’s phone.

The picture was of Vivi, unconscious, hands and feet zip tied behind her, duct tape placed over her mouth.

Small Blonde

I think I have something that belongs to you.

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When You Don’t Have a Smart Option, Take the Least Dumb One

Sif sent me three more pictures of Vivi tied up. Each one showed a new bruise or cut on her face. They made me sick to my stomach. When I saw the black and purple bruise forming on her temple around a cut, tears prickled behind my eyes.

The more pictures she sent, the angrier I got.

I ran out of Sif’s room and back to mine. I needed clothes and coffee. I needed to be ready as soon as Sif was done torturing me. She should send her demands soon.

Sarah was sneaking out of Murmur’s room, closing the door quietly behind her.

“Walk of shame?” I asked, making her jump.

“I’m not ashamed of anything.” She walked down the hall away from the door, motioning me to follow her. “You?”

“I probably should be ashamed of hate-fucking Rune on Sif’s bed. I was being petty and vindictive, but then the bitch sent me pics of Vivi.”

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