Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Twenty | Axel

“Get out Cara, you’ve seen enough. The cameras will catch the rest.” I snap, bending over to pick up Cordelia. I grab her by the arms and lay her belly down on the table, ripping away the lace dress and underwear that are blocking my path to her warm cunt.

I hear the door open and shut, alerting me I’m alone with my new wife. My little deer has willingly submitted to me and I can officially do whatever I want with her. “Axel.” She rasps out, barely over a whisper.

I shove two fingers into her soaked pussy, “I’m going to fuck you now. Claiming you on the altar where you just swore to submit to me.”

I pump my fingers into her several times, making sure she’s ready to take my throbbing cock, but I’m not sure how long I’ll last after making her choke on me like that. Her makeup ran down her cheeks as her beautiful lips started to turn blue and her eyes glossed over. She looked like the perfect doll, made specifically for me. Using my thumb I rub her clit as I finger fuck her and once her pussy starts to clench around me, I remove the fingers and shove my dick into her, hard.

She shoves everything off the table as she moans out from the force of me entering her. I grab her hips, thrusting into her harder, again and again. I know I’ll leave little bruises on her, but I like it when she’s all marked up, as long as I’m the one who does it.

I feel my balls tighten, ready to fucking explode as she pushes her hips back into me. Her entire body tightens as she screams out her orgasm. “That’s right little deer, scream for me.” And just like that, she lets go, filling the air around us with her sounds of overwhelming pleasure as I lose myself inside of her.

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W E’VE BEEN LOCKED IN my room for three days, with food deliveries only. No one has been in here and my little deer is thoroughly exhausted as she lays half on the bed asleep. Her leg and arm are hanging off because she couldn’t pull herself all the way up after her shower. I grab her leg and swing it up onto the bed and shift her further up so her head lays on the pillow, when I pull the blanket up over her body she rolls over, showcasing the small welts, bruises, and scratches down her back and ass and I smile.

Cordelia turns, rubbing her face to look up at me. “Why are you up?”

“Why are you still asleep?” I ask.

“I’m not, I can’t carry a conversation on while asleep.”

“Are you sure about that? You talk in your sleep, how do you know this isn’t a dream?”

“Oh because Ronnie Radke would be here if this was a dream.” She laughs, but I don’t find that funny.

“Are you dreaming about other men?” I cock a brow.

She doesn’t say anything as she sits up, “In my not so distant past, you were not part of my life, Ronnie Radke has been there for me since I was a teenager.”

“Okay, I give up, who the fuck is Ronnie Radke?” I ask.

She gasps, putting her hand to her chest like I just offended her. “Only the best singer on the fucking planet. The range that man has is ungodly and not of this world. We are lucky to be alive at the same time as him.”

“So he’s in a band?” I guess.

“Educate yourself Axel.” She throws the blanket off her body and stomps over to the bathroom. Did my wife just get mad at me for not knowing who her imaginary dream lover is?

When she shuts the bathroom door, I burst through it feeling kind of pissed off about this Ronnie Radke character, who seems to be playing the main character in her dreams. “You just gonna stand there gawking at me or are you gonna come get you some?” Cordelia is standing there with a baseball bat. How the fuck did she get a bat?

“I-what?” I’m so confused right now. I want to hurt her in ways that would make her scream and beg me to stop, just for dreaming about another man while in bed with me but at the same time I’m wondering if she is saying that to get a rise out of me. She rotates the bat and I just stand here, not really sure what I’m supposed to do about my little deer threatening me with a bat after she just told me she dreams about another man at night. “Cordelia.” I warn, stepping closer to her but she stops me, putting the bat against my chest.

She starts tsking, “You don’t get to punish me for this. You said honesty was a requirement between us.”

“You shouldn’t be dreaming about other men. Especially while in bed with me. You are making me want to tie you to our bed and hurt you until you only dream about me.”

“He's not just another man, he’s a celebrity that I know I have no chance with. You’ll be okay, your status in my life isn’t in danger.” She laughs, like this is normal but then again, what the fuck would I know about normal?

How is she being logical about this right now, my mind is reeling and I’m not sure if I want to take the bat from her and smash everything around us or fuck her with it. I’m thinking the latter might teach her a lesson, but I’d rather fuck her with my dick than the bat. However she likes that, even when I turn her lips blue and make her pass out. I need to come up with something that’ll send her screaming from me, so I can chase her, hold her down and fuck her again. Like the first time I did at the warehouse. I enjoyed the real panic in her eyes as I made her mine.

“We still haven’t discussed what we’re going to do about my grandfather and your mom.” She pokes me in the chest again, changing the subject.

I crack my knuckles as I feel my anger starting to boil over and I have to remind myself that I only get three days undisturbed after the ceremony, and that we actually have to work as a couple for the family. “They’re not the problem at this exact moment.” I remind her.

“Then I suppose we get ready to go then.” She nods her head and tosses the bat at me. This woman is flipping the script on me left and right. How am I supposed to keep up with her train of thought if she keep zipping through different subjects like a fucking bullettrain with no end in sight.

“Go where?” I ask her. She doesn’t know we have an assignment, I haven’t told her yet and I just found out this morning.

“Literally anywhere but here. I’m itching to get the fuck out of this room and house. I need out.”

“And you think I’m going to let you leave?”

“Yes, because you’ll just come with me.” She nods very matter of factly at me. “And if not, then I’ll cut your balls off while you’re sleeping tonight.” She smiles sweetly and bats her eyes like the little psychopath she is. Makes me want to boop her nose, so I do. “Hey.” She scrunches her nose and looks up at me, “You booped my snoot.”

“I sure did.” I smack her on the ass. “Now get ready to go.” She yips in excitement and runs out of the bathroom, skipping in excitement. Who the hell is she turning me into?