Page 89 of Merciless Prince
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not teasing you,” I replied, narrowing my eyes.
Before I could say anything else, Derrick’s lips crashed over mine. He sloppily darted his tongue into my mouth, and his hand pushed farther up my thigh, coasting over the front of my panties.
I jerked away and shoved him in the chest. “Get off me!”
Derrick lifted a hand and cracked it across my face so hard I tasted blood in my mouth. I cried out and fell back against the bedhead, limbs trembling as an adrenaline rush surged through my body, triggered by shock.
“Not teasing me, huh?” Derrick said, reaching for my shoulders. He pinned me to the bedhead, fingertips digging into my upper arms. “You think I didn’t notice how you’ve been acting ever since I arrived? Licking your lips and giving me those desperate fuck-me eyes.”
“I was looking at the food, you fucking creep!” I said, struggling against his grip. “Notyou! And I was just wiping my mouth before!”
Anger flared in his eyes, and he moved a hand to my neck, curling his fingers around my throat. “God, I fucking hate girls like you,” he hissed. “Always changing your mind at the last second.”
I dug my fingernails into his wrist and twisted around, trying to worm my way out of his grip again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I choked out.
“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” he said with a sneer. “Everyone knows what a slut you are. Remember the Hellfire party? You hooked up with fuckingeveryonethat night.”
“I was drugged, you fucking asshole!” I said, still desperately trying to wrench his hand away from my throat. “And even if I wasn’t, it doesn’t mean you’re entitled to my body!”
“Actually, I am.” Derrick leaned his face even closer, lips barely an inch from mine. “We own you now. Killian said I can do anything I want to make you talk.”
Each word hit me like a heavy blow, worse than the slap Derrick landed on my face a moment ago. It felt like a betrayal from Killian, but I wasn’t sure why. After all, he told me he was going to send in others to torture me if I refused to answer him.
I just didn’t think he’d let any of them dothis.
“Of course he would, you fucking idiot,” I whispered to myself, barely even realizing I was talking out loud.
“Huh?” Derrick’s hand tightened around my throat. “What did you just say to me?”
“Go fuck yourself.” I gritted my teeth and jammed my knee upward, smashing him right in the groin.
He grunted and fell back, but much to my chagrin, he recovered quickly. “Stupid cunt,” he growled, angry veins popping out on his forehead as he clambered back up to the top of the bed.
One hand traveled up to my underwear, forcefully tearing at the lacy fabric and slipping inside. I screamed and struggled, clawing at Derrick’s chest, but he was too strong for me. His fingers delved between my folds as he used his weight to pin me down on the bed, face hovering only inches from mine.
“You’re dry,” he muttered. “But don’t worry. We can fix that.”
He pulled his hand away and spat on it before attempting to slide it back between my legs. I screamed and twisted my body to the right, preventing his entry, and his fingernails raked down my thighs as he attempted to force my legs apart again.
“Stop!” I shrieked, thrashing and kicking. “Get off me!”
He slapped me again, hard enough to make colorful spots fly across my vision. “Shut the fuck up. We both know you want this,” he gritted out.
My body went rigid as he settled his weight over me. I tasted blood, then the acid wash of fear.
Don’t give up,a little voice in the back of my head whispered.Keep fighting.
I sucked down a deep breath, waiting for Derrick to bring his face close to mine again. When he did, I lifted my head and sank my teeth into his neck, biting into the delicate flesh like it was a piece of meat.
Derrick let out an unearthly howl and launched himself off the bed, one hand clutching at his neck. Blood was spurting from the wound and flowing through his fingers, leaking all over his shirt. “You… you fucking bitch,” he rasped. “You’re gonna regret this.”
He turned and stumbled out of the room, slamming the door behind him. I leapt up and rattled the handle, but it was already locked. With a frustrated cry, I slammed my palms against the wood, every inch of me pulsing with rage.
The fiery anger quickly turned to terror. I was totally fucked now. Killian was probably going to take me to the castle’s highest tower and throw me right off as revenge for what I’d done to his friend.
Stomach churning, I went into the bathroom to wash the awful coppery taste of Derrick’s blood out of my mouth. Then I went over to my spot by the window and sank down to the floor, legs shaking too much to hold me up.
I remained on the floor for what felt like ten hours, though the clock on the opposite wall told me it was only two. When I finally sensed movement on the other side of the door, I got up and stood in the corner, still irrationally feeling as if the spot could somehow protect me from the wrath that was headed my way.
