Page 16 of Dark Prince

?Chapter Eleven

?Cordelia

Igasp as I'm slammedbackwards, the hard floor completely unforgiving as my head hits it, causing me to see red for a second. Oops, I may have fucked up. Axel stands up and puts his shoe to my throat as he takes his suit jacket and shirt off. I watch as the muscles on his arms flex when he reaches down to grab my hair. When he moves his foot, I'm lifted off the ground by my hair. I reach up to grab his arm not wanting him to yank out the hair on the top of my head as I'm fucking thrown against the bed. Not tossed on the bed. My hip hits the bed and I crumple down to the floor, my ankle bone hitting the wood too hard. That fucking hurt.

He grabs me off the floor and throws me face down on the mattress with my toes barely touching the floor. My arms are yanked behind me as he pushes my legs apart.

“Remember I tried to be nice.” Is all I get before his cock is thrust into me, forcing me to scream as it burns my skin from the friction.

“Axel!” I shout, trying to kick him off me, but it's fucking useless, again. I guess this isn't as bad as him almost killing me last time. My head is yanked backwards, him holding my hair and with each thrust forward of his cock, my head goes backwards.

“You're a sick bastard.” I cry out, trying to keep my tears at bay as my eyes water.

“You haven't seen sick yet little deer.” He's thrusting into me so hard and even though it hurts, my pussy tightens and I can feel the edge of an orgasm approaching. He pulls my hair harder, grips my wrists tighter, pinching the skin, and thrusts heavier. I'm going to come undone and I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I’ve had one rule since I was young, no touching. And here he is, ruining that rule, time and time again. I've killed men for less. I'm forced over the edge of an orgasm, screaming and grunting as my body takes over.

Before my orgasm finishes, all of his skin leaves mine and I'm flipped over, staring at a mad man with a knife. Kinky.

“Whatcha gonna do with that?” I ask as he presses the tip against my thigh, and I feel the burn of my skin parting for him. Opening under the cool metal of the knife. It's my favorite thing to watch. When the skin splits open like a hotdog that's cooked for too long. I wish I could see my thigh better, watch as the blood spilled from the open wound.

“You like that, don't you little deer?” He asks, lifting the knife only to do it again.

“Yes.” I hiss. “But I enjoy it so much more when I'm the one cutting.” I admit.

He flips the knife over in his hand and offers me the handle. “Show me what you like.” Sitting up, I take the knife from him, kissing his bare chest as I feel oddly calm now. There's tattoos all over his body, it's be a shame if I ruined one.

I push the tip of the blade to his chest, right between the fourth and fifth rib. The most commonly known place to stick a knife in at. If you're going for the heart.

“If you kill me, they'll torture you until you're almost dead, bring you back to life and repeat it, for years.” He tells me, as I contemplate doing exactly that.

Instead, I let the knife fall to the blade pushing softly as his skin opens for me, the most beautiful scene in all the world as the blood slowly flows free. “This turns you on.” He says, looking down at me.

“So much.” I reply, doing it again and again until four letters appear on his chest. My pussy throbs as I try to squeeze my thighs together, but it's hard to do that when he's standing between my knees.

I look at the word that cuts through his tattoos and smile, wishing I could touch it. I reach a finger up and smearing his blood across his chest

MINE

A sigh leaves my lips as I fall back on the mattress, euphoria dancing in my body. Sometimes I forget that part of the reason I kill men like I do, is because I enjoy cutting them.

“My turn.” Axel replies, but I'm so high off the rush I just got from that, I don't even care. The knife bites into my skin at my hip and I just let him do his thing. I know what he's going to do, and insane or not, I'll let him. Because at this point, I don't see an escape in my future. After all, I had dinner with the fucking Mazitti family tonight and their youngest son has told me time and time again that I am his.

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