Page 11 of Vicious Prince (Violent Kingdom)

“No condom,” I blurt out. “Just us.”

Will laughs. “Don’t joke.”

His smile disappears as he sees I’m serious. I take my hand from his wrist and start to pull the condom from his cock, breathing nervously. I’ve never had sex without protection before. It was something drilled into my head when I was twelve years old, the day I got my first period. My father sat me down and explained the birds and the bees — in all it’s clinical, anatomically correct, sometimes horrifying detail for a child to understand.

I remember sitting on my hands in the chair across his desk, my stomach cramping painfully from my first ever bleed, wishing my mother were alive to soften the blow of becoming a woman. I’ll never forget Daddy sliding a carton of condoms across the table as he told me he knew he couldn’t stop me from having sex — but if I ever came home pregnant, I would have to have surgery to get rid of the baby.

He told me all aboutthat, too.

Girls in our family who get pregnant before they’re supposed to, or to boys they’re not going to marry, get abortions and are never allowed to leave the house again.

Will knows this. He got the same talk from my father when we started dating. We hadn’t even held hands and my father was threatening to cut his dick off if he ever put it in me without a rubber firmly wrapped around it.

There really are no boundaries the men in my family won’t cross to keep decorum.

Will and I have done just about everything. He’s a filthy boy, and I’m a dirty girl. But we’ve never, ever, not even for a second, been skin on skin like that. This, despite the fact that I have an IUD fitted that prevents pregnancy. But nothing is one hundred percent. Nothing is guaranteed. And we’ve just always been overly cautious.

Until now. I just want to feel him inside me, with nothing to separate us. The thought of him coming inside me makes my whole body flush with anticipation, with rebellious lust. And he’s angry. He’ll be rough.Good.

Before I can get the condom all the way off, Will grabs my wrist, moving my hand away from him. I reach for him again and he smacks my hand away. The next thing I know, his fingers are sliding along my drenched pussy, and then he’s pushing them inside, three fingers, all the way to the knuckle. I gasp at the unexpected penetration, my hands clutching at the edge of the altar, a moan escaping my lips. A moment later he presses his thumb against my clit and starts to rub it, rough and insistent, as he fucks me with his hand.

“Wider,” he says, kicking the inside of my foot with his, forcing my legs farther apart so he can go deeper.

“Will—”

“No talking,” he cuts me off, pumping his fingers harder. I can hear how wet I am, because my arousal makes an audible noise every time he moves his fingers inside me. “There are only two reasons you would let me fuck you bare,” he continues, his thumb so insistent against my clit that I’m almost coming on his hand. I’m struggling to catch up. Will’s an excellent lover, but he’s not usually likethis.

“Reason one,” he grinds out. “Your father finally decided to let you marry my dumb ass.”

“Will, please,” I beg. I’m not even sure what I’m begging for — him to let me talk, or let me have my orgasm, or for him to fuck me?

“I said. No.Talking.” He wraps one hand around my throat and squeezes, not hard enough to scare me, but enough to reduce my air supply to the bare minimum. Will keeps thrusting into me with his fingers, bringing me close to breaking point. I pant against his chokehold, taking tiny sips of air as my head begins to spin, my hips mimicking his movements as my body cries for release.

“Reason two,” he continues, anger rolling off him in waves. “Your father finally decided to make you marry thatfuckingpedophile who’s been following you around since you were a kid.”

His eyes tell me he already knows the answer. He swallows with difficulty, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. His fingers loosen around my throat, his other hand gone from between my thighs. “You’remygirl,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. When he looks back at me, his hazel eyes are shining. “I’m not letting him do this to us, Aves.”

I think about the embryos Enzo told me about. How, if I don’t follow my father’s plans, I have absolutely no doubt my family will continue in my absence. They’ll use my own unborn children as ammunition against me, against the boy I love. And it’s not just that. I fear what my father will do to Will if he sees him as a threat to his grand plans.

My father has had people killed for less. Much, much less. I’ve loved Will since I was seventeen years old. And the last thing I want to do is be the reason he ends up dead in a hit-and-run, or from a mysterious overdose, or just plain disappears, never to be seen again.

My cousin Ty’s girlfriend disappeared three years ago, after he got careless and she got knocked up. They found her in Mexico, in a poppy field. Or, they found pieces of her, buried amongst the flower beds. My cousin was never the same after that. He never suspected his own family, but I did. I know what the Capulets are capable of doing in the name of blood.

“I have to,” I whimper. “I’m sorry.”

“You will be,” Will snaps. “Take your dress off.”

I unzip my dress and push it down over my hips, letting it pool on the floor like a dark puddle around my feet. I’m completely naked now, my nipples so hard they ache, my body desperately craving to be filled.

Will dips his head, pressing his forehead against mine as he reaches between us. He’s still hard, the head of his cock purple with need.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Will murmurs, ripping the condom off and dropping it on the floor. He lets go of my throat and uses both of his hands to grab my ass, lifting me in the air. My pussy rubs against his cock as he carries me three steps, slamming me against the mausoleum wall. Holding me against the wall with one hand under my ass and the weight of his body to pin me still, he uses his other hand to guide himself to my entrance. I don’t think I’ve ever been so naked, so desperate, so fucking turned on.

“I’m not letting him take you away from me,” Will says through gritted teeth, pushing into me. It’s different like this, skin on skin. It’s never felt this good before.

“I’msorry,” I say again, screaming as he seats himself in one violent thrust.

Will pulls back, gripping my chin with his thumb and forefinger, his skin hot, the room cold. “Avery,” he says, and then something clicks for him. He sees it in my face. He knows I’m not going to fight for him, at least not in the way he wants me to.He knows I’m going to marry Joshua.And the rage inside him, when he realizes this, needs somewhere to go.

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