Page 9 of Dark Prince

The water hits my skin and I hiss, the small cuts burning as my breath catches. Axel reaches up and pulls the ponytail out of my hair, letting it fall down around my shoulders. There’s no shower curtain, it’s one of those large showers, kind of like in a locker room, only it’s all by itself.

Axel leans me against the wall, steps back and begins stripping out of his clothes. When his shirt comes off my eyes follow every inch of him, seeing that he’s completely covered in tattoos. He steps into the shower once his clothes are off and begins washing me, carefully and tentatively, like a fucking gentleman.

However, once I'm clean, he's got me bending in every direction, fucking me. Literally no holes barred style.

?Chapter Eight

?Axel

Cordelia is fast asleepin my arms as I step into the house. “Axel.” My mom gasps as she looks at me, carrying my very passed out little deer. “Who is this?”

“She’s mine.” I tell her as two of my dads appear beside her.

“Good job, son.” Damien, my biological dad says with a smile.

“Good job?” Mom scoffs, “What the hell is happening in my house?”

“Calm down Kitten, you know he’s a grown man now. Let him have his fun with his pet.” Lincoln, one of my other dads’ says. “Take her up to your room, she’s not allowed to run the house until she can be trusted.”

“Understood.” I reply, sidestepping them. Walking up the stairs I turn towards the wing opposite my parents. I moved my room there after I left prison. I kick the door open and carry her to my bed. Laying her out on the mattress, I look down, tucking her soft brown curls away from her face and pull the blanket up over her body. “See you on the other side, little deer.” I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

I step back out of my room, lock the door from the outside with the key I wear around my neck and let out a sigh. It’s been a long fucking day that started last night and even though I want to crawl in bed beside her, I need to meet up with Kenan and see what he discovered after he left the warehouse.

I take the stairs up to the staff quarters and head to the other side of the house and back down the stairs and knock on his door. “Kenan.” I shout as I push the door open, hoping like hell I’m not about to walk into an orgy. The way we grew up with five dads, makes life interesting, and Kenan isn’t afraid to have multiple women in here at once. I’m almost certain he’s trying to start his own harem, but he has commitment issues. He likes pussy, and loves when it’s attached to different women.

I walked in on the thing I was afraid of. Two women are sixty-nining while Kenan lays on the bed watching with a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Let me know when you have a minute to talk.” I say, rolling my eyes as I turn to walk out.

“I have a minute now.” He says to my back. I look over my shoulder at him, arching a brow, because it doesn’t look like he does. “What’s up little bro?” I hate when Kenan calls me little bro, but what am I to do?

“I just needed the information you collected last night.” I say, keeping my back turned.

“It’s on the table by the door. The blue folder.” He replies, I spot the folder, grab it and leave. I love pussy, but I don’t like sharing it. If the pussy belongs to me, no one else will look at it, let alone touch it. I don’t know how anyone shares.

I flip through the pages as I walk back to my room, scanning the documents until I see printed pictures. Cordelia has been spotted with several the men who have come up missing. Time and time again. What is she doing with the bodies? I’ve assumed she kills them at this point, but I’m not sure what she’s doing after. I need to get a look in her house, but I’m not about to leave her trapped in my room, for all I know she’ll wake up and break everything just to get back at me for what I put her through.

Not that she couldn’t handle any of it also, it was scaled back because I wanted to do more than just play with her. I’m curious about her, and curiosity can be a fucking nuisance if I’m not careful.

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