Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Eleven | Cordelia

I gasp as I'm slammed backwards, the hard floor completely unforgiving as my head hits it, causing me to see red for a second. Oops, I may have fucked up. Axel stands up and puts his shoe to my throat as he takes his suit jacket and shirt off. I watch as the muscles on his arms flex when he reaches down to grab my hair. When he moves his foot, I'm lifted off the ground by my hair. I reach up to grab his arm not wanting him to yank out the hair on the top of my head as I'm fucking thrown against the bed. Not tossed on the bed. My hip hits the bed and I crumple down to the floor, my ankle bone hitting the wood too hard. That fucking hurt.

He grabs me off the floor and throws me face down on the mattress with my toes barely touching the floor. My arms are yanked behind me as he pushes my legs apart.

“Remember I tried to be nice.” Is all I get before his cock is thrust into me, forcing me to scream as it burns my skin from the friction.

“Axel!” I shout, trying to kick him off me, but it's fucking useless, again. I guess this isn't as bad as him almost killing me last time. My head is yanked backwards, him holding my hair and with each thrust forward of his cock, my head goes backwards.

“You're a sick bastard.” I cry out, trying to keep my tears at bay as my eyes water.

“You haven't seen sick yet little deer.” He's thrusting into me so hard and even though it hurts, my pussy tightens and I can feel the edge of an orgasm approaching. He pulls my hair harder, grips my wrists tighter, pinching the skin, and thrusts heavier. I'm going to come undone and I'm not sure how I feel about this.

I’ve had one rule since I was young, no touching. And here he is, ruining that rule, time and time again. I've killed men for less. I'm forced over the edge of an orgasm, screaming and grunting as my body takes over.

Before my orgasm finishes, all of his skin leaves mine and I'm flipped over, staring at a mad man with a knife. Kinky.

“Whatcha gonna do with that?” I ask as he presses the tip against my thigh, and I feel the burn of my skin parting for him. Opening under the cool metal of the knife. It's my favorite thing to watch. When the skin splits open like a hotdog that's cooked for too long. I wish I could see my thigh better, watch as the blood spilled from the open wound.

“You like that, don't you little deer?” He asks, lifting the knife only to do it again.

“Yes.” I hiss. “But I enjoy it so much more when I'm the one cutting.” I admit.

He flips the knife over in his hand and offers me the handle. “Show me what you like.” Sitting up, I take the knife from him, kissing his bare chest as I feel oddly calm now. There's tattoos all over his body, it's be a shame if I ruined one.

I push the tip of the blade to his chest, right between the fourth and fifth rib. The most commonly known place to stick a knife in at. If you're going for the heart.

“If you kill me, they'll torture you until you're almost dead, bring you back to life and repeat it, for years.” He tells me, as I contemplate doing exactly that.

Instead, I let the knife fall to the blade pushing softly as his skin opens for me, the most beautiful scene in all the world as the blood slowly flows free. “This turns you on.” He says, looking down at me.

“So much.” I reply, doing it again and again until four letters appear on his chest. My pussy throbs as I try to squeeze my thighs together, but it's hard to do that when he's standing between my knees.

I look at the word that cuts through his tattoos and smile, wishing I could touch it. I reach a finger up and smearing his blood across his chest

MINE

A sigh leaves my lips as I fall back on the mattress, euphoria dancing in my body. Sometimes I forget that part of the reason I kill men like I do, is because I enjoy cutting them.

“My turn.” Axel replies, but I'm so high off the rush I just got from that, I don't even care. The knife bites into my skin at my hip and I just let him do his thing. I know what he's going to do, and insane or not, I'll let him. Because at this point, I don't see an escape in my future. After all, I had dinner with the fucking Mazitti family tonight and their youngest son has told me time and time again that I am his.

When he's finished, I sit up and look down to see the same word carved into my hip and smile, because goddamn, it's beautiful seeing skin married like that.

“Now, to finish what we started.” He flips the knife in his hand again, “Anything else you want little deer?”

“You're offering to let me be in control?”

“I'm rewarding you for understanding.” he replies, confusing the fuck out of me.

“Understanding what?” I ask, not really sure what I did. He points to the word in his chest and then down to the same word on my hip.

“Understanding where you belong now.” He climbs up my body and places a kiss on my lips. I just went and got all Stockholmy, didn't I? Shit. I guess this beast found his beauty, even if we're covered in blood.

I take the knife from him, hook my leg around his waist and flip us over, feeling the rough edges of his zipper and the hardness of his cock between my legs. I push the knife against his throat and smile down at him. “Push your pants down and kick off your shoes.” I tell him, and he listens. He fucking listens to me. Holy shit Batman, I'm about to blow his fucking mind and show him how this party should happen.

When his pants and shoes are off, he tries to sit up on his elbows, but I tsk, and use the knife to push him back down. With my free hand, I reach between us, gripping his cock maneuvering it until the tip pushes into me. “Now be a good boy and grab my hips.” I tell him.

He digs his fingers tight into my currently sore and bleeding hip, the pain makes me wince, but it doesn't stop me. My entire body hurts from the last couple of days already. Or how many ever days it's been. I slam my hips down, taking him in all at once and his body tenses under me, that's right Axel, feel me take it. Rocking my hips, I ride him like this is going to be the last time I fuck anyone, because for all I know, it is.

My body moves against his and I want to bite, scratch, and cut this motherfucker until he's screaming for me, but all I can think about is the ache in my belly, craving another orgasm. Each time I come down on him, he thrusts up into me, the knife in my hand threatening to cut him.

I swipe the knife away, nicking him to ease that need, and toss it off the bed. When I slam my hand against his chest, I dig my nails into him, feeling them ripping the skin. He's lucky I'm doing this to the side that isn't cut, but only because I don't want my pretty handy work ruined.

“Fuck.” I moan, my head falling down as I ride him harder, his thick cock rubbing inside of me in ways I've only ever dreamed about. The dick on this man deserves to be in a fucking museum, taunting other men for their lack of dick and teasing women for never having it.

“Cum for me little deer. I want to see you fall apart.” He groans, thrusting into me like this is a goddamn marathon and it's the final fucking stretch. When I look down at him, I see the restraint in his eyes and a devilish idea pops into my head.

“Make me.” I tell him, wanting him to have his fun too.

He growls as I'm flipped back over, his weight slamming down on me, literally fucking me into the mattress. I lose grip on reality as an orgasm like no other throws me into oblivion, where I'll never see the sun again.

When I open my eyes, he's staring at me, a grin on his lips, like he's about to cum and he's going to do it inside me again. “I'm not on birth control, you can’t cum inside me, again.”

“Whose cunt is this?” He asks thrusting into me harder, deeper, staking his claim on me.

“Yours.” I cry out, feeling yet another orgasm wash over me as my toes curl against his sides. My knees are pushed up so far they're basically touching the mattress.

“And I'll do anything I want, with what's mine.” A final thrust into me, and I watch as the vein in his forehead pulsates. His dick spills inside of me and I'm lost in that state of in-between as my orgasm shakes through my entire body.

He pulls out of me and slaps my aching pussy, “Such a good little deer, taking all of me like that.” He pushes his fingers into me. “Gotta make sure you keep it all in there.” He says as I feel, well, satisfyingly used.

“You know I'm not just some bitch you can knock up and dump on the side of the road right?” I tell him, kicking my foot into his gut.

“Oh, little deer, little deer, I'll lock you in this room forever and watch your belly grow with all of my children.” Axel says, walking away leaving me to stew in what is about to be my life.