Page 15 of Dark Prince

“No. She’s not yours to play with.” I snap.

“Enough.” My mother snaps her finger.

“Cordelia, I need you to be ready to leave at five tomorrow morning. Boots, jeans, a t-shirt and a jacket. Put your hair in a ponytail.”

“Why?” Cordelia asks, and I grab her thigh and squeeze, signalling her that that was too far. “Apologies. I’ll be ready.” Then she stabs her fork into the top of my hand. I hiss, removing my hand.

Leaning over, I get closer to her ear. “You’ll pay for that, little deer.”

She just shrugs and continues eating, like she’s no longer worried about her status in my life. I’ll have to remind her who’s the pet and who the master is.

After everyone is finished eating, we sit around chatting and get so caught up in conversation, that I forget for a moment that we’re anything other than just a normal family. It's times like this that I'm grateful for my family, even if I've had a weird upbringing.

I read some of Cordelia's past, but not nearly enough of it was in the blue folder Kenan gave me. I need to know more, so I know the reasoning behind why she kills people, well men. Especially since her entire job is for men. Women don't strip because they have life figured out, no something happened, making her who she is. And I need to know that detail.

“Thanks for dinner.” I state, standing up from the table.

“Ready by five.” My mom reminds me, like I'd be the reason Cordelia's not ready to go for whatever fucking test they're going to put her through.

“Yes ma'am.” I reply, taking Cordelia's hand, pulling her out of the chair and back up to my room.

Once we're locked inside, I spin her around and slam her back into the wood. “Who do you belong to?” I ask her, pressing my knee between her thighs.

“You.” She moans, her eyes falling shut.

Grabbing the front of her dress, I rip it off her body, the sound of the material ripping echoes around us as I bear her tits. I lean down, kissing and nipping at her body as I continue tearing the dress until it's only hanging on by the straps on her shoulders. Each mark on her body is fucking perfect and I want to see her covered in the ones I give her tonight. I kneel, marking her as I go.

“Axel.” She moans my names, threading her fingers into my hair as I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, biting into her thigh. She pushes her hips forward, her body begging for more.

“Is my little deer soaked for me?” I ask, sliding my fingers through the warmth of her cunt until I feel the slickness of her. I shove two fingers into her, dropping her leg as I stand back up, sinking my teeth into her breast. She bucks against my hand, arching her back as she moans again. I love the way she sounds, needy and wanting, just for me. “Tell me little deer, whose cunt is this?”

“Yours.”

“Since it's mine, I can do whatever I want to it.” I curl my fingers with each thrust, reaching deep inside of her as her knees begin to shake.

“Yes.” She hisses and I don't think she fully understands what I mean when I say she's mine.

I pull my fingers from her just before she reaches her first orgasm of the night, making her whimper.

“Take the dress off.” I tell her, stepping back. She shakes it off, letting it pool at her feet. “On your knees.” I command, moving to the bed, she does as she's told. “Crawl to me.” There's a look that crosses her face, but when I lift a brow and put her pussy soaked fingers into my mouth tasting her, she smiles. “Be a good little deer and crawl to me.”

She does, her tits dangling below her, swaying as she moves. Her hips dip and move with each pass of her knees. God fucking dammit, she's stunning.

My hard cock is begging to be freed from the restraints of my slacks, but it'll have to wait until she's here, I won't be touching myself, she's going to do everything tonight.

“How bad do you want my cock after I just finger fucked you?” I ask her as she stops in front of me, pushing up to sit on her knees. She doesn't answer, but I can see it in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do, even if she'd hate to admit it. “Take my cock out.” I tell her and when she reaches for my zipper, I stop her. “Use your mouth.” I say, putting my finger under her chin.

She lets out a frustrating sigh. “There are worse things I could do to you little deer, remember that.”

“Maybe I'd prefer that over the humiliation of crawling to you and unzipping your pants with my teeth.” She falls back, ass to heels and looks up at me.

Something inside of me snaps, I grab her by the throat and slam her backwards to the hard wooden floor.

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