Page 25 of Dark Prince

“Say. You’re. Sorry.” I say the words confidently and with a stroke of his cock for each word.

“I’m going to smother you with a pillow.” He snaps his teeth at me.

“Well, maybe I’ll smother you with a pillow first. Or cut your cock off. I doubt your mom will let me actually kill you, so we’re kind of at an impasse here aren’t we Axel baby.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to go home.”

“No.”

“Then say sorry.”

“No.” I pull the knife away from his dick and stand up, pushing the tip of it against his throat.

“I will not just be your plaything.” I bite out, sick of this back and forth.

“Then be mine in all ways.”

I squint my eyes at him curiously wondering where the fuck he’s going with this.

“Be my wife, my partner.”

I laugh, because he really is fucking insane. “I’ve known you for literally days. Why would I be your wife? I’m still bruised from the warehouse where you forced me to play a twisted game for funsies. This isn’t a fucking movie where we have a meet and fall in love instantly and then live happily ever after.”

“I’m not looking for happily ever after.” He replies.

“Then what are you looking for?” I let out a sigh, growing more frustrated by the second.

“I want bloody ever after little deer. I want you soaked in blood, cum, tears, begging me for your life as I fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. I want to worship your pussy as you use my face as a throne. I want to see you crying on your knees while I shove my cock so far into your throat you’ll taste me for days after. I want to see blood running down your face as you kill men for me.”

Holy, panty soaking, lawdy pie. My entire body hums at his words, the tone of his voice sending me into an internal frenzy, my core begging for release, the kind only he can give me. Fuck my life. I bend over his body and cut the ropes succumbing to the knowledge that I am making this decision, not him, as his arms wrap around me as he takes us both to the ground.

“I hate you so much.” I moan as he shoves his cock so fucking deep inside of me.

He covers my mouth with his hand, “If I want to hear you speak, I’ll let you know.” He does exactly as he promised. He moves his hand up to cover both my nose and mouth, stopping me from breathing as he fucks me hard, the blood beneath us isn’t helping, because every time he thrusts, I slide up.

My chest constricts as I feel the first orgasm hit me, rocking my body so hard that I try to scream, the air gets trapped against his skin and I know I just screwed myself by doing that. Fuck. My core clenches and my toes curl, everything is screaming at me to fight him off. Then I remember I’m still holding the knife in my hand and I stab it into the hand that’s covering my mouth. The second his hand is gone, I take a deep breath and wrestle with him to gain control.

I know I basically fucked myself by cutting the rope, like an idiot, but damn he really does fuck me like no one ever has before. The damn song is still playing on repeat and just as the part when he’s talking about penetration at the beginning, Axel laughs. “This fucking song.” He pulls out of me and flips me over, holding my face down in the blood, my cheek squishing in it. When he pushes my knees up, I cry out as he thrusts back in so fucking deep.

His finger tips pinch into my neck and hip as he fucks me harder. I smack my hand to the ground, splashing some of the blood into my face and cry out another orgasm, feeling like I might die just from the orgasms. Is that a thing? Can someone orgasm too hard they just keel over?

Axel’s pace picks up, telling me he’s so fucking close to cumming, probably inside me again. Asshole. He smacks my ass and then grunts, still deep inside as he holds me tight against him, pulsing every drop of himself into me.

When he’s done, I collapse, my entire body far too exhausted after everything. “Since you released, I’m assuming your answer is yes.” I hear him ask, but I’m too fucking tired to answer.

“Can you clean me off, my whole body hurts.” I whisper.

“Only if you say yes.”

“I’ll say yes if you say you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry for tricking you.” He whispers as he pulls me up off the floor, my whole fucking body limp as a wet noodle.

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