Page 22 of The Depraved Prince
He hovers over me, and his red eyes light up. He glides his nose from my cheekbones to my jaw, smelling me.
He’s sick.
Then he opens his mouth and flashes me his fangs.
Is he going to kill me?
He pushes my body deeper into the mattress with his chest, his lips brushing against my artery. He growls, clearing his throat, while his teeth graze my flesh.
“You either come with me willingly or the hard way. If you don’t and you stay here, your father will die when the Davenports realize there’s someone else in their way when they pay you your final visit.” He pulls back. “If you come with me, he lives. They’ll find out you’re no longer here, so they won’t kill your dad in case he tries to protect you.”
“Why don’t you kill me? Put me out of my fucking misery. I don’t want to live a life where I have to choose between which immortals take my throat! Just kill me already!”
I raise my hand to slap him, hoping that this will get him off of me. Becausedamn him, he smells so good. Whatever cologne he’s wearing…it isn’t fair. Or maybe it’s just his natural scent. Either way, I need him off me.
He stops my hand before it gets close to his cheek, and thank God it’s the wrist that hasn’t been broken. His fingers press into my skin harshly.
He smirks villainously, handsomely. He kisses my forehead, and I glare daggers at him the entire time. When his lips touch my forehead, I squeeze my eyes tightly closed, wanting so badly to push his mass of muscles off me, but I don't want to risk another broken bone.
Finally, after the short kiss from satan, he retracts himself and then whispers into my ear, “Trust me... I will.” He tells me with a satisfying tone.
Shivers run up and down my spine, and goosebumps erupt everywhere.
I’m going to die. Hayden is going to kill me.
Tears leak down my face.
“Aww, Bambi…we haven’t even started yet, and you’re crying?” He coos sinisterly, and then he kisses the tears that run down my cheeks.
“My name is Millie,” I croak out raspy.
He scoffs, licking his lips.
Finally, he gets off me and re-adjusts his suit. He walks over to my window again. What is he looking for? It’s like he’s searching for threats in my neighborhood.
I sit up, and hold onto my pillow for comfort, as I watch him. I think he’s really going to kidnap me. I don’t think I’ll have a choice if it means to protect my father. I have to go with him, right?
“Look, I’m not a total monster.” He bows, smiling…but this time, he attempts to charm me. And fuck him because it comes so naturally to him.
“Your father will be safe. Your brother will be safe. And it'll buy you more time. I’ll grant you a quick death while the Davenports…” He rolls side to side with his hands like he’s lost in thought. “Not so much.”
I arch my brows infuriated.
“How the hell do you know about my brother?”
He cuts me off.
“Oh, you mean, doctor to be Nash?” He lifts a brow.
My mouth falls open.
“I know everything about you, Bambi. Millie Flores. Hispanic. Mexican descent. She was born and raised in Texas. She loves to watch horror movies. She has mommy and daddy issues. But mostly mommy issues when she chose her new boyfriend over her children.”
Asshole.
“Fuck you!”
He laughs, deep and seductive.
