Page 31 of Devilish Prince

SOFIA

If I could just touch my clit I’d have come a dozen times by now. Lorenzo’s cock is so massive it feels like he’ll go straight through my cervix, and fuck if I don’t want to feel him deeper in me.

“Say it… Say you want me again.”

“I want you,” I mutter, and grip the armrests so hard my hands hurt. My pussy clenches, and when he growls out my name I come hard. I shudder and convulse. My free leg shakes, and it’s a good thing I’m bent over this chair or I’d crumple to a heap.

He smacks my ass hard, driving the orgasm on, and I whimper and arch my head back. He’s incredible at this, pushing my buttons until I’m tipping over the edge into ecstasy over and over.

“Fuck, fuck,” I sob.

“Again,” he demands, and spanks me again. “I want to hear you scream.”

I can’t. I’m spent, but I don’t want him to stop, either.

“Again!"

"I want you," I whimper between spasms, and his hand comes down on my ass. I hear him growl and grunt and I know he's close too.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like this,” he says into my ear, and I feel his thumb against my ass. “You’d look amazing with my cock in there.” My head falls forward and my breath comes in panting gasps. He forces his thumb into me and I gasp, and then I feel him release. His hot explosion floods me, and then he pulls away. He yanks my hair back hard so I’m looking at him over my shoulder, and he’s panting, chest heaving.

“You're mine,” he growls. “Fucking mine.”

My head drops the instant he lets go and I dangle over the chair listening to the sound of his slacks being zipped as his cum drains from my body and runs down my inner thigh. My entire body is limp and weak, even after he loosens the restraints and lets me go. I wobble to my panties, but he points at the sofa and glares at me.

“But…” I whimper in protest, but his nostrils flare. I can’t say no to him. He has this power over me I can’t resist. It’s like a spell cast on my mind making it impossible for me to rebel against him. The power he has is hypnotizing. I stumble to the couch and sit, feeling the moisture between my legs dampen the leather.

Lorenzo walks to the liquor cabinet and pulls out two glasses and a bottle of amber colored liquor. As he pours a few fingers into each one, puts the cork back in the bottle and sets it to the side, then picks up the glasses and comes toward me. He sits andhands me a glass. With a shaking hand I take it. Even my arms are weak from the exertion.

“Thank you,” I mumble, bringing the glass to my lips instantly. The yoyo I’ve just been through has me confused and overwhelmed.

Lorenzo stole my brother right out from under me and brought him here without my permission. His arrogance is astounding, and I can’t seem to stand up to him. Every time I do, this happens. He overpowers me, manipulates my body into desiring him, and crashes down around me with wave after wave of demands until I’m a blubbering mess, begging him to fuck me into submission.

“I’m not staying here,” I tell him as I down the liquid and set the glass on the table. Norm still stands as a sentry in the doorway, blocking my access to the rest of the house. “And I want to see my brother.”

“You don’t get a choice, Sofia. You will do as I say. And if you’re good, I will allow you to see Calvin. I’m sure it will be good for his mental state.” He sips his drink like a fucking dictator and I glare at him and cross one leg over the other, hugging my arms over my tits.

“At least let me get dressed.” I glance at my clothing and blink hard. There seems to be two pairs of slacks on the ground over there, not one. But Lorenzo is wearing his clothing.

“In good time…” He peers at me over the rim of his glass as he sips more, and asks, “Would you like another drink?”

Something is wrong. I never feel this tipsy after only one drink, even when I’ve not eaten all day. “My head…” I feel dizzy and Ipress my hand to my forehead. The room is spinning now, and I feel like I might pass out.

“Ah, yes, that would be the rohypnol kicking in.” His stupid smirk is irritating as fuck. I’d smack it off his face if I could see straight.

“You fucking roofied me?” I sway and grip the edge of the sofa to hold myself upright. “How?” I watched him the whole time. There is no way he put something in my drink that fast. All he did was take the glasses out and pour the drinks.

“You aren’t very observant, Sofia. Now, just be a good girl and go to sleep. I promise, tomorrow will be better.”

I blink my eyes hard and begin to fade. He had this entire thing planned. I just know it. He had the drug in the bottom of the glass before he even pulled it from the cupboard and he fucked me into submission so I’d drink with him. I’m such a fool.

“You planned it all. Didn’t you? Every attack, every time something bad happened to me. You planned it all so I’d come running to you for protection.” I glare at him through my fog. “I’m leaving and I’m taking Calvin with me,” I tell him, standing, but my body comes down harder than I can force it upright and my world is swallowed in his darkness.

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LORENZO

Sofia crumples into a mess on the floor and I finish my drink before moving. Norm glances over his shoulder at her but turns back to the hallway. She should have learned her lesson weeks ago, but it’s clear I have to take stronger measures to ensure she remains compliant with my desires.

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