Page 12 of Vicious Prince (Violent Kingdom)

I open my mouth to explain, but Will clamps a hand over my mouth. His gaze is like fire, and in that moment, it’s like he sees everything I’ve ever kept from him in one devastating flash. I hear his teeth grind together, his jaw straining as he searches for my eyes. Is he looking for hope? For something to redeem me?

Whatever it is he’s looking for, he obviously doesn’t find it. He takes his hand away from my mouth slowly, his intent clear:Don’t speak.

So I don’t. I stay silent, watching him, both of us still breathing heavily, me still impaled on his cock, wet and needy and trying desperately to stop my hips from the shallow thrusts they seem to be doing of their own accord, as my body tries to draw him deeper. Even physically, I feel like I’m losing him.

“Will,” I sob.

His expression turns to pure rage, but I’m not afraid. Not when he takes my wrists in his hands and pulls them down by my sides. He makes a low sound in his throat, almost a growl, as he smashes my wrists against the hard marble wall. It hurts, shock waves of pain lancing from my wrists through my body. I choke on a moan as Will’s fingers return to my throat and squeeze again.

“I love you,” Will says, choking me as he rears back, almost pulling out of me. “But I fuckinghateyou, Avery.”

He slams into me on the wordhate, and I’d scream again if he weren’t choking me. He must realize I’m on the verge of passing out, because he lets go of my throat, returning his palm to my mouth. Every time he fucks into me, it’s brutal. Painful. Carnal. He’s hurting me, but I don’t want him to stop. I want him to fuck me like this until it kills us both.

I’m so wet. He’s so violent. Every time he thrusts, I’m on the brink of coming.

“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m not done with you yet.”

A small whine of protest escapes my throat before I can tamp it down. I’m so close it aches, even though the hard wall behind me makes my back hurt, the bite of pain distracting enough to stop me from fully letting go.

“Is this how Daddy’s little whore wants to be fucked?” he asks. “In the dark, against the wall, like a fucking slut?”

My eyes widen when he says that. He takes his hand away from my mouth and continues to rut into me, his eyes burning into mine, demanding an answer. His words should offend me. But I suppose the truth hurts, right? My fatheriswhoring me out, literally, to the highest bidder. A billionaire with a penchant for marrying equally rich teenage girls, whether they like him or not.

But instead of being offended by Will, I’m fucking turned on. “Yes,” I moan.

“Yes, what? Say it.”

Will’s eyes are fire, his grip a vise.

“Ohmygod. Yes! This is how I want to be f-fucked,” I gasp.

Will leans down and sucks my left nipple into his mouth, biting down hard enough to make me squeal. “Fuck!” I protest.

“Say it properly. Say,this is how Daddy’s little whore wants to be fucked. And then I’ll let you come.”

I draw in a ragged breath, everything overwhelming me. Will pinches my other nipple in warning. “Say it.”

Shame and lust flood every cell of my body as I repeat the words. “This is how Daddy’s little whore wants to be fucked,” I moan. Will sucks on my neck hard, hard enough to leave a bruise, and then he fuckingbitesme.

“Ahh!” I yell, watching him as he pulls his teeth away and kisses me on the mouth. He catches my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down, not enough to draw blood, but enough that it fucking hurts. At the same time, he presses his thumb to my clit and rubs rough circles. His anger thrills through me, the sudden violence welcome, and it’s more than enough to lift me up past the pain.

I break apart before him, every part of me tightening, fireworks behind my heavy-lidded eyes.

He moves faster, fucks harder, until he’s done. Suddenly I’m on my feet again, empty, my thighs damp, watching as the only boy I’ve ever really loved staggers back a step, hatred in his eyes and the remnants of our fuck shining on his cock.

“I can’t marry you,” I blurt out. “It’s too late.”I need to get out of here. “I’m s-sorry. I have to go.”

Will laughs, but the sound is devoid of any joy. “Do Ilooklike I’m finished yet?”

I turn and take a step back, bracing my hand on the smooth wall we were just up against. I know if I really want to leave, he won’t stop me. But maybe I’m not ready for this to be over, either.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his eyes fixed on my thigh. I follow his gaze, to the sticky semen rolling down my inner thigh. “Do you have any idea what that does to me? Seeing my cum on you like that? Knowing some other asshole gets to do that to you?”

I’m going to be late to my own birthday party. My father will be pacing his office right about now, wondering where I am. At the hotel, flowers will be hung, crystal glasses polished, the rooftop pool beside the ballroom heated to the perfect temperature, even though nobody will be swimming tonight. Everything will be on schedule. Except me. Because I’m too busy standing in a mausoleum full of my dead family, naked, with cum leaking out of me.

It’s kind of fucking awful when I think about it like that. But it’s my party, and I’ll be late if I want to. Will’s erection shows no signs of going away, and I’ll probably never see him again after we get in our respective cars and leave this place today.

And I love him.

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