Page 28 of Dark Prince

“Axel.” She moans my name, sucking in a deep breath. “I'm so sore.” She says as she wraps her legs around me. Talk about mixed signals.

I break away from her, staring down at her delicate features. Her soft eyes, upturned nose and down turned lips. They look like a proper bow and she's unafraid to use them as a weapon, one of the things I like about her.

“How about you tell me about yourself.” She says, pulling and crawling away from me up the bed.

“Like what little deer?” I prop up on my elbow and watch her as she gets comfortable.

“Favorite color?” She shrugs and rolls her eyes, almost like she's annoyed she just asked that.

“You want to ask me what my favorite color is?” I scoff, rolling onto my back.

“Yeah, why not?”

“We can go now.” I push up off the bed, step into my shoes and pull the key out of my pocket. “Come on.”

“So not fair! I try to leave and you get all,don't make me chase you.But when you want to leave it's all,we leave now.Such a fucking caveman.”

“I will throw you over my shoulder if you don't get up right now.” I roll my shoulders a little more annoyed than I should be, but I'm not ready for her to ask questions. Anyone who asks me questions always asks about my time in prison, and I'm not ready to discuss that with her. If I ever do.

?Chapter Seventeen

?Cordelia

I’m going home. Nomore of this bullshit. The second I can run, I’m fucking running. I am not marrying him, not in this life or the next. He’s out of his fucking mind. It’s been nothing but a fucking powertrip with him and I won’t marry someone who thinks he should control me. Even now as he drives us back to Kansas City, his hand is resting on my thigh, all possessive like and shit. I will be gone the second he stops somewhere.

“Red.” He says out of nowhere.

“No, the light up there is green.” I tell him.

“Not the light. My favorite color.” He looks over at me, “The kind of red that you wore for the family dinner.”

“So, blood red.” I say with an exaggerated sigh.

“Indubitably.” He gives me a curt smile and continues staring at me, not watching the road, while driving. “What’s the matter little deer?” He says, my face must give away my worry, because he just smiles harder and presses the gas to go fucking faster.

“There’s an intersection coming up.” I remind him.

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