Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Fourteen | Axel

Three hours earlier.

Damien comes slamming into the foyer, the office door hitting the wall, “Mom wants you at the homestead. You’re going to be a part of the test.”

“What?” I almost stutter, because we’re never part of the tests. “Why?”

“She wants to see what Cordelia would do if given a choice.” Damien hands me the keys to one of the motorcycles, “You need to get there before the others, tie yourself up in the basement and put tape on your mouth. If you need help, have Paul help you.” I nod my head and head to the garage, grabbing my helmet and take off down the road, hoping to pass them and get there. If Mom is setting this up, then Garrett should see me fly past him.

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Now

I WATCH AS CORDELIA walks along the wall of weapons, her fingers dancing over the metal of the knives. “You know, it’s been too fucking long since I’ve done this.” I make sounds against the tape, playing into the role I was assigned. The text I received just before Paul tied me to the chair said that I needed to let Cordelia go as far as I can, Garrett will stop her before she kills me.

My little deer picks a knife and lets out a moan as she runs the cool metal on her cheek. “It’s so hard.” She says, walking to where Clayton is crying. He’s fucking crying. What a bitch.

He shakes in the chair, trying to get away from her as she runs the knife up and then down his chest. He’s still wearing his clothes, so it’s not like that hurts him. Pansy.

She grabs his face, pinching his lips out like a fish. “Look at him, isn’t he a beautiful man.” Cordelia says, but I’m not sure who she’s talking to or about. “Answer me Clayton! Isn’t Axel a beautiful man?!” She shouts into his ear, forcing him to cry, tears falling down his cheeks as he nods his head.

“Axel baby, do you know who Clayton is?” She asks, look only at me. Her eyes are dark and mischievous. She’s here to play, and no one is stopping her anytime soon. I can’t wait to see what my little deer is made of.

I shake my head, because honestly I have no fucking clue who he is. I don’t remember seeing a Clayton in her file.

“He was my mother’s husband, they married when I was nine. I became a woman three months after they married.” She lets go of his face, I don’t like where this is going. “And women should know a man’s body, know how it feels to have a man inside her.” She stabs the knife into his thigh. “Oh, it’s so tight. There’s no need to cry, I’ll take care of you.” She says, twisting the knife.

He fucking touched her, raped her, hurt her, and I’m not sure these ropes will hold me after all. I want to rip his dick off his body and shove it down his own throat.

Clayton’s muffled cries are nothing to me, I want to watch him bleed, I want to hear him scream as she takes every single pound of flesh from this disgusting man. She yanks the knife out and laughs, running her finger up the flat side of the blade, and smears the blood on his face. “Oh, sweet angel, look at how you bleed just for me.” She says, stabbing the knife down into his other leg. My stomach flips and I feel sick. Me, the man who give zero fucks and has fun torturing people. But, not because of what she’s doing to him, no, because of what he did to her.

“This is how you please me.” She rips the knife out, stabbing it down again. “It feels so good.”

I start licking my lips, trying to work this fucking tape off so I can talk to her. Fuck, I want her to know that I’m here. She isn’t in this alone, but I also want her to kill him slowly so we can fuck with his blood all over us.

She turns to look at me and smiles. “Is this turning you on Axel baby?” She leaves the knife in Clayton’s thigh and walks over to me, small little splatters of blood on her face. Goddamn, she’s even more beautiful with blood on her face than with tears. How did I get so lucky?

She runs her blood soaked hands across my pants, right where my dick is hard. Goddamn, I can’t wait until I can fuck her with his blood on her. Cordelia presses a kiss to my taped lips and winks. “I'll be with you in a moment. You have to wait your turn.” I try to reach out for her, but these fucking ropes stop me. “So greedy,” she smiles as she boops me on the nose! A fucking boop!

She turns to face Clayton, “Did you see that Clayton?” She asks. “This man is hard just from watching me stab you, I wonder if I can make him cum in his pants as I chop you into tiny pieces.” Cordelia jumps into his lap and sits on his legs. There was a knife there, did she pull it out?

Her hand moves up and I see the knife, “I just want you to know, to know how it feels sweet angel. No one will ever make you feel the way I do.” She stabs the knife into his arm and rips it out immediately. “I want you to know that you feel so good.” Cordelia moans, and when she lets her head fall back, she holds onto Clayton's neck, looking back at me.

I want to praise her for doing a good job, for being exactly who she is for me. I want to bend her over Clayton’s lap and fuck her so he knows who she actually belongs to. Fighting the tape off my lips, I suck in a breath and she smiles.

“Axel baby. Can you talk now?”

“Little deer, come untie me.” My voice drops low, and I watch as she sits up and twists around in Clayton's lap.

“Shhhh. You'll have your moment to speak.” She says as she stands up. I watch her work his clothes off the top half of his body and she points to a red scar on his chest, on the left side just above his nipple. “See this?” She asks and I nod. “This is where I bit him on my sixteenth birthday. He had just found out I was pregnant with his baby but we couldn't have that, could we Clayton?”

My eyes find hers, “Either kill him or I will.” I state, fighting the ropes so I can get my hands on this motherfucker. I want to scream at my mother to let me out since Cordelia obviously isn't going to.

“All in due time Axel baby. I spent several years under this man, I’m going to take my time with him.” When she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and smiles at me, I see her monster. No matter how much I fight the ropes, I'm stuck here and she's putting on a show. I need to let her do that, this is her revenge. I’ll get mine soon enough.

I hear the camera behind me move and that's when I remember they're watching everything, so they better be ready to turn them the hell off when I get free. Fuck Paul for tying these so tight. Each time I move, the rope bites into my skin, and it makes me want to kill Paul. However, watching Cordelia cut away at the man in front of me is a fucking beautiful sight. The way she moves the knife, peeling skin away from the muscle. The way his body reacts to her doing it.

Clayton's eyes glass over and fall closed as his head topples to the side. “No you don't!” Cordelia smacks him in the face so hard that it echoes. “Wake up and take it.” She cries out. She keeps smacking him, trying to wake him but I think he's dead.

“Little deer. Check his pulse.” I tell her.

“He can't fucking die, I was just getting started.” She puts two fingers to his neck, “Shit.” I watch her knock him backwards and she starts doing CPR on the mother fucker. “You don't get to die until I say so asshole.” She drops a fist on his chest and I hear him gasp. She brought him back to life, just to torture him more. I think I'm in love.