Page 52 of Dark Prince

?Chapter Twenty Eight

?Cordelia

Idrop onto the bed, completely exhausted after my shower. I was told to come up here and wait for Axel while he spoke to his parents. Having any conversation with anyone is not in my cards tonight, I’m too fucking tired to explain anything, I just want to sleep.

Just as my eyes fall closed and the world starts to slip away, the door to his bedroom flies open, hitting the wall. I sit up on the bed to see a broken man before me. Axel’s eyes aren’t even looking at me. I watch as he shuts the door and falls to his knees, holding his hands out, palms up with a gun.

“What the fuck Axel?” I ask, sliding off the bed to stand in front of him.

“I swore to protect you, before my entire family and I failed.” He takes a deep breath, “I failed you.” His words are more broken than he looks. What the fuck is going on? Is this another one of his games? Is he testing me?

“You can’t protect me all the time.” I say, remembering the thing I found on the table behind my dead grandfather before the next man popped up behind me, almost hitting me with a bullet.

“I swore it.”

“Yeah so? Get the fuck up, you’re embarrassing yourself.” I try not to laugh, because he seems to be serious right now, and after the last two days I’ve had, I do not have time or the mental capacity to stroke his manly ego. So I take the gun and he stands up, forcing me to push it into his belly. “Stop.” I try to pull my hand away but he doesn’t let go.

“Pull the trigger.” He states, with no hesitation.

“No.” What the actual fuck? I look up to see that he’s truly feeling remorse or guilt. Not sure which one, considering he’s a psychopath and I didn’t expect that to come from him. I actually expected him to come up here and fuck me into a coma, not to make me shoot him. Although, shooting him could get me back home, well, maybe not. His family would kill me before I left the house.

“They won’t stop you if you pull the trigger.” He says, a little creepily, because I just said that in my head. Sort of.

“I’m not killing you. We could just call this a draw and I could go back to my life.” I shrug, since we seem to be negotiating. Not that it could happen, I’ve fallen for this dickbag douche canoe and he’s officially stuck with me.

“If you don’t kill me little deer, then you will never be allowed to live without me. I cannot go through that again. I cannot be alive and know that I’m the reason someone could have actually hurt you.”

“I’m not killing you.” I scoff, wondering where the fuck the man is that literally slammed my head against the ground, choked me unconscious, and fucked me like an animal.

I hold the gun against him, as he pleads with me to just end his life. All because I was kidnapped. As if it's the first time, hell he kidnapped me not too long ago, and now he's being weird. All sensitive and shit, I don't like it. "I don't want this fucking pansy ass man to ever touch me, if you ever go soft on me again, I will use this gun you just handed me and put a bullet between those pretty eyes." I shout at him, moving the gun up to his face. "So, you get one chance to show me where the fuck my Axel baby is before I murder this stand in before me." I squint my eyes and cock my head to the side as I watch his eyes shift. There he is. The wild beast fighting within to take back his control. With quick fingers he whips his belt off, wrapping it around my neck and knocks the gun out of my hand.

He cinches the belt until it's tight around my neck and then pulls harder, choking me until I let out a gasp. "Little deer, I think it's time for you to beg." He pulls the belt tighter, forcing me to stand up on my toes to get any sort of relief.

"More please." I rasp out, begging just as he wanted as I feel my belly tighten and my lungs burn.

“I thought women enjoyed a vulnerable man.” He snarls in my ear, “But I forgot myself for a moment, I forgot you wanted to flambe my eyeballs not too long ago.” He releases the belt and throws me down to the ground, hitting my elbow, hip, and head against the hardwood. I huff out as the wind is knocked from my lungs and try to fight him off as he pins my hands down beside me with his knees.

I laugh, “I wanted to make man meat souffle earlier today!” I yip in excitement as he traces his fingers up my body until he reaches the neck of, well his shirt. He looks down at me with curiosity. “I didn’t have any milk.” I shrug, remembering that from a TV show at some point in my life.

He rips theshirt off my body, revealing my very naked tits and bare belly. His fingers find the now scared word that he carved into me weeks ago. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been with him at this point, but I know one thing is absolutely fucking certain.

He will be a part of me until the day I die.

Leaning over, he sucks a nipple into his mouth and bites down onto it. “I’m going to make you scream, steal your breath, and make you cum until your body gives out.” He promises, sinking his teeth back into my flesh, forcing me to hiss from the sting of pain.

“Promises.” I shake my head as I look up at him, hovering over me. “You say all these romantic things and then you just leave me hanging for days.” I tease him.

“You’ll never be out of my sight again, little deer.” I have no pants or underwear on and now that my shirt is laying at my sides, he studies my body. “Hands above your head. Keep them there.” He commands and I obey. I watch as Axel stands up, stripping out of his clothes and walks around the room. Turning my head to watch him. “Don’t move, little deer.” He warns.

Snapping my head back to look at the ceiling like I was just before I turned to look at him I smile, curiosity spiking through me. What could my dangerous Axel baby be doing?

Something slips over my hands and tightens around my wrists. He pulls me up off the ground and throws me onto the bed, landing on my belly as he smacks my ass with something hard, the sting rippling up my body and back down to my clit. Fuck that felt amazing.

“I want to mark you.” He says, as the same feeling hits me, making me moan this time. “Bruise and cut your pretty flesh. Watching as the skin splits open by my hand.” Squeezing my thighs together I nod in agreement, because fucking same. I want him to do all of those things to me just as badly as he wants to do them to me, but I also want to do it to him. The sight of skin opening as I ride a cock is my favorite little activity. The rush of watching it split, dripping blood for me as I feel the jolting of a pulsing cock buried deep inside of me makes my wildest dreams seem like fairy tales.

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