Page 23 of Devilish Prince

“Hey! What the hell!” She smacks at my hands and struggles against my grip as I tie the other hand to the other side of the car. “What the fuck. No!”

“Oh god, you’re going to enjoy this,” I growl as I pull her head down. She’s helpless. I force my dick into her mouth and she moans and mumbles as I begin thrusting. Feeling her lips wrap around me is incredible. She sucks with such ferocity I canbarely control it. I reach down and pick up the bottle then reach over her body and force it back into her pussy.

“Mmmm,” she groans, but I fuck her pussy and her mouth at the same time, and for good measure, I spit on my fingers and shove two in her ass. She’s a trembling mess in less than three minutes and I feel her holes contracting hard. Her body tries to reject the bottle, but I force it in anyway, and when she’s nearly flaccid I let go of them and grip her head, shoving my dick deep into her throat.

My body releases, spewing hot cum down her throat. She gags and strains against the restraints, but each time her throat constricts it milks me more, making this even more pleasurable for me.

Until I’m spent.

I lean back, sliding my hips back onto the seat and she hangs limp between the two doors. With my head resting backward, I close my eyes and let my body enjoy for the moment the post-orgasmic giddiness. Yes… I’d say she’s learned her lesson.

15

SOFIA

My shoulders ache; my wrists burn. I hang here like a piece of meat in a butcher shop with one tit dangling out of my torn dress and my pussy dripping down my thigh. Lorenzo sits there like the smug ass he is eating up the fact that even when he’s a monster he turns me on. And fuck did he turn me on. What the fuck is wrong with me? How could I be so weak?

He moves, but I don’t look up at him. I watch his hand reach for his cock, still hard and covered in my spit. He tucks it back into his slacks and zips up, then reaches into his pocket. If I wasn’t restrained, I’d think he was going for my throat, but I relax knowing he needs me. At least for a little while. He slices through the threads that used to be my dress straps and looses my arms. I sit back on the floor, leaning on the bench seat and rubbing my tender skin. Then yank my dress up over my chest.

“What the fuck was that for?” I ask calmly.

“Are you complaining now? Because I seem to recall only seconds ago you were writhing in ecstasy.”

God what I wouldn’t do to smack that stupid smug look off his face. He owns me and he knows it. The only way to get away from him is to literally get away from him. If I’m in the same room with him my damn pussy takes control. Next he’ll having me fucking Norm just to watch us and get his rocks off.

“I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that.” He buckles his belt and scoots to the side. I watch him fold the center seat down, revealing a console with an ashtray and a box full of cigars. He pulls one out, snips the end, then reaches into his pocket and produces a lighter. “Cigar?” he asks, callously, as if he didn’t just try to choke me then force his cock down my throat until I couldn’t breathe.

I’d have let him if he asked, but he didn’t ask. He just took. And I hate that about him. I hate that he has that power over me, that I give it to him like it’s Halloween candy or something.

“No.” I push myself off the floor, fixing my dress and parking my ass on the seat farthest from him again. He knows he owns me. There isn’t even a way for me to deny it. Not when my own body betrays me.

“Suit yourself. It’s really refreshing after a good fuck.” He sucks on the cigar and rudely blows the smoke at me. The windows aren’t even open. I wave my hand in front of my face and scowl. Then I pick up my sandal and shove my foot into it, leaving the moist panties lying on the ground. After he fucked me with that dirty bottle I’m not putting those back on. I need a shower.

“I just wanted to say that?—”

Lorenzo’s phone begins to ring and cuts me off, and I suck in a breath and glare at him as he answers it, ignoring me.

“Speak…. Yes… You were supposed to have handled this already. Yes, well if the job isn’t finished, you don’t get paid.” He sucks on the cigar again and watches me bounce with the car’s movement. “When it’s done, let the cleaners know. We can’t have bodies turning up this time.” He lowers the phone and scowls at the screen for a moment before looking up at me with a sardonic expression.

“You just told them to kill someone?” I curl my arms around my middle and wish I could melt into the seat. “I won’t be a part of this anymore, Lorenzo. You’re evil.”

“Have you so quickly forgotten our lesson?” He picks up his phone and presses it to his ear again. “Take us to the house,” he says, then hangs up again and I glance over my shoulder at the closed, tinted window that separates me from the drivers.

“I want to go home.” I sink into myself further and feel fear creeping back up. This was supposed to be a public outing, not a trip to his house. I have to go home and check on Calvin.

“I have a job for you.”

“I did my job for you,” I say dryly. As if sucking his cock isn’t enough for one day. He used me for fifty photo opportunities and all I want is to go home and wash him off of me.

“I say when your job is done, Sofia.” Lorenzo puts his phone in his pocket and stares at me for the remainder of the ride. When we arrive, Norm escorts us up the front steps into his ridiculous mansion of a home and I expect we’ll sit in the front room, but he clicks his tongue at me when I try to walk in there.

“This way,” he says sternly, and I follow him.

I glance in the room as we pass and see Antonio there and I’m flooded with relief that we won’t be going there after all. Nothing could be worse than seeing his father again. The man hasn’t made his donation to the foundation like he promised to, so I’m upset with him. But like his son, he’ll make it about how I haven’t accepted a job I didn’t ask for with consequences I don’t want.

“Here,” Lorenzo barks, stepping aside as he pushes a door open.

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