Page 63 of The Depraved Prince
He pulls away. He cups my face in his hands, holding me firmly like he’s eager for my answer. He walks me to the vanity until we’re in front of it. My heart thumps like wildfire, and I love the thrill he gives me. He forces me to face the mirror while his hands are all over me.
I gasp when his reflection isn’t behind me like it should be.
“We don’t grow old. We don’t get sick. We don’t die. We live our lives fearlessly, traveling the world, partying all night, sleeping all day.” I’m palming the vanity. He presses his body against me, and in a second, his massive, hard erect bulge is on my ass, and he thrusts into me. I whimper as the front of my thighs hit the wood rough, and he grips the back of my hair as I stare at myself. It looks like a ghost is moving me around, my hair getting pulled back by nothing.
“We fuck whenever and whoever we want without ever getting tired. Don’t you want to be an immortal? Don’t you want to live life to the fullest with no regrets? Don’t you want to fall in love with life a little more?”
My neck is exposed, and he pulls my head to the side so that I feel his cold breath on my neck.
“Don’t you want to live forever?”
That’s an easy question with a simple answer.
“I would rather die than become a monster. You kill people, Hayden. You’re selfish. Cruel. Depraved. You take, and you take. You’re trying to take pieces away from me, but I will never let you devour me completely. Don’t you think it’s rather boring? The mask you put on to play pretend doesn’t fool me, Prince Drago. You’re bored.” I push my ass back against his cock. It wants to come out and destroy me. I’m playing with fire, but maybe I want to get burned. “Hundreds of years you’ve walked this Earth, and you’re still unhappy. And maybe…just maybe, I make you feel alive, and that’s why you don’t want to let me go.” I grit out my truth as I rub against him, and he quivers beneath my touch. His nose trails my jawline, and then his head falls forward like he’s in pain and wants to let me go but can’t.
Am I scared to die? What I do know is I’m scared of leaving my loved ones. I’m scared of being alone in the afterlife. I’m scared of dying before I get to experience what being in love feels like. I’m scared of becoming like Hayden and his family.
He stops caressing my cheek with his knuckles. My words don’t get through to him; instead, they fly over his head. He turns me around fast, picking me up and sitting my ass down hard on the vanity. My breasts bounce up and down while bottles of makeup fall off, and he has me by the throat, choking me.
“Tell me what it’s like to fear death, baby,” he breathes out cruelly with sinister promises. “I don’t want to kill you, but theway you make me feel…you’re a threat to the life I once knew and want to keep. A Valkyrie got my uncle killed. I hate your blood.I hate you! I refuse to let the past repeat itself with me. I won’t get myself into more trouble keeping you alive than I already have…” Hayden is gone. The sweet, protective side of Hayden is replaced by the Depraved Prince.
His decision-making is giving me whiplash, but it doesn’t compare to the way he stares into my eyes like he wants to erase me from this world. Hatred, pain, and lust intertwine together on his handsome features.
He chokes me harder with his large hand, as he smiles beautifully, and I take it. His other is gripped on my hip. Pure charm and masculinity wrapped into one monster. He sinks his fingers into my neck, the circulation slowly cutting off. Yet, he’s precise not to damage my throat. He can’t kill me, even when the demons tell him to…
I squint at him as I sneak in breaths through my nose. He smirks, the anticipation he seeks evident in his red eyes that glimmer with hardened lust and control.
I don’t struggle or fight him because I know that’s what he desires. He gets off on making me cry for him. Making me bleed and weep. A part of me craves to submit, but I want him to know that he’s capable of showing me a side of him that he has locked away…probably forever. He’s capable of forgiveness, compassion, love, faith, and peace.
I welcome his pain. I want to feel it.
“Give me your pain. Give me your hurt. I can take it,” I dare him with nothing holding me back.
I grab a hold of his hips, pulling him more into me with my legs. He watches me in a stunned manner.
“Because I know what it’s like to scream in a room full of people as they watch you drown. I know what it’s like for people to think you’re a bad person when they refuse to understand theorigin story of how you became a villain. I know what it’s like to hurt and never to trust again.” He tightens his grip on my throat like he’s begging me to stop talking. My words are gutting him profoundly. The vein in his neck bulges with frustration.
“I know what all those things are like. But do you know what it’s like to hold someone or something without destroying it?” I choke out, stars dancing in the distance, and he loosens his grip around my throat. He tilts his body back like he wants to retreat. “Without hurting it?”
But I keep my hold on him with my legs, even though I know he can break away if he wants to. He wants to push me away, hurt me, and break me. I don’t know why I want to show him that he’s capable of more, as he’s literally trying to kill me.
He doesn’t deserve it. I don’t know what his childhood was like but I’m still trying.
I stand, closing the distance between us. I tiptoe to meet his mouth and kiss his jaw. He closes his eyes and stiffens. I blink slowly, and he loosens his muscles around my neck. I kiss his chin over and over again, trailing soft touches with my lips up his jaw until I hover over his ear.
“Stop it! Fight me! Treat me like the monster that I am!” He punches the mirror behind me with a destructive strength. I shudder and shift on the vanity as the blow shatters all of the glass. Hundreds of glass pieces fall to the floor, but I’m not cowering away.
He’s scaring me. He’s a monster that wants me to feed into his mindset.
I won’t do it.
I kiss his lips, and he groans like he hates the way I touch him, but the lust wraps up into frustration. He can’t find the strength to let me go. To kill me like he’s been promising to do. All of his emotions are turning into demons, making thedarkness feel like quicksand, consuming the Hayden I’ve grown to know. I can feel the battles he endures with his morals.
He finally kisses me back, pressing his cold, full lips to mine like it’s the last kiss he’ll ever have, and lifts his hand like he’s going to hurt me. I break the kiss and contort my face, preparing for his wrath.
He connects with the wood, which results in a significant dent.
“Why can’t I be normal?! Why do I want to kill anyone that tries to take you from me?!” his roar crescendos loudly.
