Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Nineteen | Cordelia

The black veil hangs over my face and shoulders. I’m barely wearing anything, a black lace bralette and some sexy underwear, thigh high stockings, black heels and a sheer lace dress over it. I’m wearing so much silver jewelry that I feel heavy. There are necklaces, rings, waist chains, bracelets, and anklets. My hair is curled and pinned back as I stand at the door, nervously waiting to go in there. My makeup is done heavily under this veil, but I was told to do it this way, he wanted to see it streaming down my face after the ceremony.

The heels I chose are my six inch Louboutin Dolly Pumps. They’re not for stripping though, these are my pride and joys. I saved up for these and I had only ever worn them sitting on my bed before today. I hadn’t had anywhere to wear them, until now. When I pulled them out of my closet, I told Axel that no matter what, if anything happened to these shoes, I’d kill him with the heel, through his eye. Just in case he thought about doing anything wild, he would know how serious I was about these fucking shoes.

Axel and his family wait on the other side of these large double doors, which are a dark wood, with an array of weapons carved into the borders. It’s an interesting choice that’s for sure.

He called this a collaring ceremony, kind of like a wedding but instead it’s a Dom and Sub committing themselves to each other in a different way. I’m carrying a single blood red rose when the doors open and my eyes widen at the sight. There’s an altar at the center of the large room, with candles and some other spooky looking shit.

Is that a skull?

Shit. Fuck. What did I sign up for?

I agreed to Axel’s terms, they were pretty simple honestly and he said we could work the rest of our terms out as we go, but for the basics it was just I agreed to allow him to be the Dom and that I would submit to him. He’d become my protector, my savior, my everything and I would be his in any way he sees fit. Now, I told him I wanted a few lines that he either needed permission to cross or didn’t cross at all and when he agreed to those. I agreed to this.

His sisters Maci and Cara stand on each side of the altar. His five fathers behind it and his mother in front of them. Kenan seemed to be missing as well as his still absent brother JT, whom I’ve yet to meet.

Axel stands in front of the altar, in a pair of black slacks and a silk button down, with the top three buttons undone and his sleeve rolled up. He’s got a shoulder holster on, with his knife, all leathery and dangerous looking, hot damn. He’s showcasing those beautiful veiny arms covered in tattoos and his hair like he always has it, messily on purpose. I’m still not sure how he manages that and still looks so put together. He literally looks like he just walked off a movie set, ready to devour me and kill anyone who gets in his way.

When I get to the end of the path, I stop just before Axel and he nods. “Remove your shoes and kneel.” He says. I step out of them, and Cara runs over, picking them up off the floor and returns to her spot. I snap my head to her as she’s inspecting them. I swear to God, I’ll kill her if she even thinks about sticking her feet in them.

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“C ORDELIA LILITH CRAWFORD .” Candace starts. “Axel James Mazitti.” Shit, I didn’t even know his middle name. We’re really going to have to get to know each other.

I drop to my knees, to the small black pillow that I didn’t realize was there. I figured they’d totally make me kneel on the hardwood floor.

“You both enter this ceremony of your own free will?” Candace asks.

“Yes.” We say in unison, staring at each other.

“Then I will turn this over to you.” Candace, steps back to her husbands and watches us.

My heart starts racing when Axel kneels down for a second to lift my veil. The corner of his lip twitches for half a second when he finally sees my full face. I’m glad he’s pleased. I worked hard on the makeup, making sure it wasn’t too slutty, but still thick and sexy. That’s a fine line that is very hard to not cross, but I think I managed to pull it off.

He pulls out a small chain cutter and removes the silver collar from around my neck and I feel it fall to the ground with a small clanky sound. My breath catches as he holds up a black and silver chain with a red lock on it. “Tell them who you belong to, little deer.” He says, placing the chain around my neck, pausing for me to answer before he locks it.

“I am yours.” I say softly, but loud enough for them to hear. The clicking sound of the metal lock signifies that he’s sealed it.

“Stand.” He says, holding a hand out of me.

My shoes appear before me and I step into them as Axel holds me upright. Once they’re back on me, we walk over to the altar and I see a small dagger, a piece of paper and a lit candle, all next to the skull that seems to have blood on it. I didn’t notice that before.

Axel picks up the dagger and we turn to face each other. I have no idea what’s about to happen, so I’ll just let Axel handle this part I guess. He raises the dagger to my hair and cuts a small piece off, laying it on the paper. Furrowing my brow I watch as he grabs my hand and pokes the tip of it to my thumb, cutting me. What the hell?

Then he flips the handle over and hands it to me. I suppose it’s my turn. So I reach up and slice some of his hair off, dropping the small curl to the pile with mine and then take his hand, and press the tip to his thumb. We turn to face the altar, Axel picks the candle up, pours some wax over the locks of hair and I just watch. Not sure what I’m supposed to do. I’m assuming we pierced our thumbs for a reason.

“I swear to protect you with my life.” Axel says, pressing his bleeding thumb to the wax.

Oh, this is our vow part. Okay. Shit, what was I supposed to say? Erm, uh. Shit. oh right, I remember. “I swear to submit for your sanity.” I say pressing my thumb to the wax. Awe, cute our thumbs make a little bloody heart in it. I’m assuming that the paper is our contract.

I look up at Axel, hoping that’s all we have to do, because this is starting to get awkward, standing here in basically nothing with his family.

“We’re leaving for the next part.” Candace bows her head and leaves the room with the guys on her heels. Maci waves and heads out behind them.

“Someone has to stay and watch.” Cara says, skipping over to the chair across the room.

“Watch what?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

“This.” He shoves me back to my knees and pulls his belt off. Oh god, is she going to watch us be together, like, naked and shit. Isn’t that weird? His sister, watching us.

I watch as she gets comfortable, kicking her feet up as she doesn’t take her eyes off of us.

“Look at me.” Axel commands.

“Do we have to do this here?” I whisper.

My eyes look right at his hands as they work his zipper down, pulling out his large cock. “Open.” His voice is low and it’s not a question.

I do, but before I can lick my lips to prepare, he shoves himself so far down my throat that I can’t breath, even through my nose. Fuck. Shit. Bite him.

No. Don’t do that. This has to happen, use your logic brain right now, not your fighting brain. This is literally for my safety. He pulls out, letting me catch my breath as I slobber everywhere. Gross. But he doesn’t give me long as he grabs the back of my head and rocks into my mouth again. My gag reflex kicks in, trying to expel him from my body, but I can’t. He hammers against the back of my throat, pushing it down further. I didn’t even know dicks could go down a throat like this. Oh, my, I need to breathe, my lungs are starting to burn as I feel the prickle of tears swelling in my eyes. He barely moves, thrusting his hips into me. My lips aren’t even hitting the base of his cock.

I keep trying to swallow and breathe but nothing happens except my mouth keeps watering. My head starts to feel like it’s floating and just as my head tries to fall to the side, he pulls out.

I cough so hard, trying like hell not to throw up on him. That’s all I need right now. Blinking away the tears, I feel the makeup burning my eyes as he grabs my jaw, forcing me to look up at him, forcing my mouth to stay open.

He spits in my mouth and shoves two fingers down my throat. “Such a good little deer, cry for me.” He makes me gag, pulls his fingers out and I cry out, coughing and gagging harder. When I suck a deep breath in, trying to settle my stomach, he cuts off the air flow, shoving himself into my mouth again.

My tears fall down my face as he continues fucking my mouth so roughly that I’m not sure I’ll be able to swallow or talk for days after he’s done. My lungs start to heave again, begging for air as my vision starts to fade and my heart pulses in my eyes. Fuck, he’s going to make me pass out. No, stay awake.

“Her lips are turning blue!” Cara shouts.

“You’re here to watch, not commentate.” Axel snarls, shoving himself deeper down my throat as it opens for him. My eyelids start to feel heavy as I look up at him, smiling down at me. “That’s it, little deer. Choke on me.” I start feeling light headed as the room starts to sway. I can’t even cry, because I can’t breathe. My body starts to hum as my heart rate kicks up a notch and my fight or flight response is so close to kicking in. I really don’t want to fuck this up, so I push it down, letting him do what he needs to do for this.

“Don’t you dare pass out on me.” He commands, “If you pass out, I'll just wake you up and start over.” He says, gripping my hair so tightly as he barely pulls out of me. Not enough for me to suck in some air. Just as I feel like I’m about to pass out he withdraws and I collapse to the floor, gasping for air. My palms hit the cold wooden floor and my stomach heaves. Please don’t throw up.