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The scent of sweat and sex wafts into the air, my lungs burning for oxygen, and I gasp, whimpering when he latches onto my neck, sucking me hard. His hips piston, pleasure building inside me higher and higher until it erupts in all-consuming bliss, and my pussy clamps around him.

His thrusts become more erratic. He speeds up as I rest my head against the wall, letting him use my body for his own pleasure.

“You.” Thrust. “Belong.” Thrust. “To me.”

“Yes, I do,” I reply simply, finally accepting this fact, at least for the time being, having no strength left to resist him at any turn nor fight our connection that’s primal on another level.

I tighten my legs around him, scorching heat zapping through me, and he gives me three more deep thrusts before he groans into my neck, spilling inside me. I hold him close to me, our breathing the only sound in the room.

I married a monster.

So why not indulge in his dark pleasures before he shows me the door?

Chapter Thirteen

“Growing up among the princes while their society considers you beneath them teaches you a lot of things.

One of them being ruthless.

For in order to survive and achieve things in this glittery world, you have to be an excellent chess player.

Your every move dictates who wins the game, and if you show compassion to anyone, it's a weakness that can and will be used against you.

People are hungry for power and will do anything for it.

My enemies never could strike me, because I had no weakness.

Until her.”

Remi

Remi, 15 years old

Placing my foot on the shovel, I press on it hard, scooping up the soil and then throwing it to the side, preparing the ground for new rose bushes.

The sun beams above me, sending hot flashes all over me while sweat drips down my back and plasters the T-shirt to my body.

Wiping off my brow, I grip the handle harder and continue the action, grateful I wore gloves, because blisters already mar my skin from all the work, and I really don’t need new ones before my presentation in science class.

The private school is amazing for the opportunity it gives me, but it has some shitty people in there who still haven’t grown tired of pointing out how I don’t belong.

Anger rises inside me as I remember some of their words that echo in my ears every single day, merging with the other ones that awaken a monster inside me.

I wish to hurt them all in such a way they will shut up forever and stop existing in this world to spew hate at anyone who is just slightly different from them.

The poor kid.

Cortez’s charity case.

Drunk’s son.

Wanna come to my house and clean our toilets? Since you’re the help’s son, I figured you could start your career early.

One of us will have to fuck your future girlfriend or wife first. After all, you are used to getting hand-me-downs, right?

I shovel harder, wishing I could hit David with it and knock his teeth out, but his father is rich.

The Cortezes would save me from any trouble; however, the school would still put it on my record, and that would affect my scholarship applications in the future.

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