Dark Prince (Devious Heirs #1)

Chapter Twenty Eight | Cordelia

I drop onto the bed , completely exhausted after my shower. I was told to come up here and wait for Axel while he spoke to his parents. Having any conversation with anyone is not in my cards tonight, I’m too fucking tired to explain anything, I just want to sleep.

Just as my eyes fall closed and the world starts to slip away, the door to his bedroom flies open, hitting the wall. I sit up on the bed to see a broken man before me. Axel’s eyes aren’t even looking at me. I watch as he shuts the door and falls to his knees, holding his hands out, palms up with a gun.

“What the fuck Axel?” I ask, sliding off the bed to stand in front of him.

“I swore to protect you, before my entire family and I failed.” He takes a deep breath, “I failed you.” His words are more broken than he looks. What the fuck is going on? Is this another one of his games? Is he testing me?

“You can’t protect me all the time.” I say, remembering the thing I found on the table behind my dead grandfather before the next man popped up behind me, almost hitting me with a bullet.

“I swore it.”

“Yeah so? Get the fuck up, you’re embarrassing yourself.” I try not to laugh, because he seems to be serious right now, and after the last two days I’ve had, I do not have time or the mental capacity to stroke his manly ego. So I take the gun and he stands up, forcing me to push it into his belly. “Stop.” I try to pull my hand away but he doesn’t let go.

“Pull the trigger.” He states, with no hesitation.

“No.” What the actual fuck? I look up to see that he’s truly feeling remorse or guilt. Not sure which one, considering he’s a psychopath and I didn’t expect that to come from him. I actually expected him to come up here and fuck me into a coma, not to make me shoot him. Although, shooting him could get me back home, well, maybe not. His family would kill me before I left the house.

“They won’t stop you if you pull the trigger.” He says, a little creepily, because I just said that in my head. Sort of.

“I’m not killing you. We could just call this a draw and I could go back to my life.” I shrug, since we seem to be negotiating. Not that it could happen, I’ve fallen for this dickbag douche canoe and he’s officially stuck with me.

“If you don’t kill me little deer, then you will never be allowed to live without me. I cannot go through that again. I cannot be alive and know that I’m the reason someone could have actually hurt you.”

“I’m not killing you.” I scoff, wondering where the fuck the man is that literally slammed my head against the ground, choked me unconscious, and fucked me like an animal.

I hold the gun against him, as he pleads with me to just end his life. All because I was kidnapped. As if it's the first time, hell he kidnapped me not too long ago, and now he's being weird. All sensitive and shit, I don't like it. "I don't want this fucking pansy ass man to ever touch me, if you ever go soft on me again, I will use this gun you just handed me and put a bullet between those pretty eyes." I shout at him, moving the gun up to his face. "So, you get one chance to show me where the fuck my Axel baby is before I murder this stand in before me." I squint my eyes and cock my head to the side as I watch his eyes shift. There he is. The wild beast fighting within to take back his control. With quick fingers he whips his belt off, wrapping it around my neck and knocks the gun out of my hand.

He cinches the belt until it's tight around my neck and then pulls harder, choking me until I let out a gasp. "Little deer, I think it's time for you to beg." He pulls the belt tighter, forcing me to stand up on my toes to get any sort of relief.

"More please." I rasp out, begging just as he wanted as I feel my belly tighten and my lungs burn.

“I thought women enjoyed a vulnerable man.” He snarls in my ear, “But I forgot myself for a moment, I forgot you wanted to flambe my eyeballs not too long ago.” He releases the belt and throws me down to the ground, hitting my elbow, hip, and head against the hardwood. I huff out as the wind is knocked from my lungs and try to fight him off as he pins my hands down beside me with his knees.

I laugh, “I wanted to make man meat souffle earlier today!” I yip in excitement as he traces his fingers up my body until he reaches the neck of, well his shirt. He looks down at me with curiosity. “I didn’t have any milk.” I shrug, remembering that from a TV show at some point in my life.

He rips theshirt off my body, revealing my very naked tits and bare belly. His fingers find the now scared word that he carved into me weeks ago. I’m not even sure how long I’ve been with him at this point, but I know one thing is absolutely fucking certain.

He will be a part of me until the day I die.

Leaning over, he sucks a nipple into his mouth and bites down onto it. “I’m going to make you scream, steal your breath, and make you cum until your body gives out.” He promises, sinking his teeth back into my flesh, forcing me to hiss from the sting of pain.

“Promises.” I shake my head as I look up at him, hovering over me. “You say all these romantic things and then you just leave me hanging for days.” I tease him.

“You’ll never be out of my sight again, little deer.” I have no pants or underwear on and now that my shirt is laying at my sides, he studies my body. “Hands above your head. Keep them there.” He commands and I obey. I watch as Axel stands up, stripping out of his clothes and walks around the room. Turning my head to watch him. “Don’t move, little deer.” He warns.

Snapping my head back to look at the ceiling like I was just before I turned to look at him I smile, curiosity spiking through me. What could my dangerous Axel baby be doing?

Something slips over my hands and tightens around my wrists. He pulls me up off the ground and throws me onto the bed, landing on my belly as he smacks my ass with something hard, the sting rippling up my body and back down to my clit. Fuck that felt amazing.

“I want to mark you.” He says, as the same feeling hits me, making me moan this time. “Bruise and cut your pretty flesh. Watching as the skin splits open by my hand.” Squeezing my thighs together I nod in agreement, because fucking same. I want him to do all of those things to me just as badly as he wants to do them to me, but I also want to do it to him. The sight of skin opening as I ride a cock is my favorite little activity. The rush of watching it split, dripping blood for me as I feel the jolting of a pulsing cock buried deep inside of me makes my wildest dreams seem like fairy tales.

“I want to mark you too.” I cry out as another smack echoes around after hitting my ass. I’m so fucking horny I feel like I could explode if he just put one finger inside of me.

I hear the flick of a knife and my core clenches, begging for it. Aching for him to do it. “All in due time little deer. I want to see you bleed for me. I want to watch you lose yourself on me but I need to feel you first.”

His words undo me and I feel the edge of an orgasm, just from this, goddamn, he really has a fucking tight hold on me and I don’t think I realized just how bad my body craves his kind of fucked up. Our crazies match, and this could end in nothing but blood, but at least we’d go out with a bang. Cold metal traces down my back, the sharp edge, teasing me as he moves it lower. I push my ass up, barely able to keep my toes on the ground as I urge him to do it. To make my flesh burn, to make me feel so fucking good.

“I’m going to fuck you with the knife first, get the edge off before you cum on my cock.” The cold metal enters me so hard that I gasp and come un-fucking-glued immediately, clenching and screaming through that first rushed orgasm. My breathing hits hard as I bite into the blanket, my hands still tied above my head and when my body relaxes, I let out a long breath and just let go.

Our monsters are going to fight out every dark fantasy we have tonight and he’s not wrong exactly, I will scream, probably pass out, and cum so many fucking times, but I will wear him out too. This isn’t a one sided fuck-n-cut. “If you don’t fucking cut me, I will flip this script real fast.” I warn him.

The knife bites into my skin and I feel the euphoria wash over me as the sting from the metal blade splits the skin on my ass. He moves the knife quickly, marring my skin just like I needed. Then he flips me over, drops to his knees and I feel his teeth sink into my thigh. When he releases I hear him moan, “I want to tattoo my bite on you.” He bites again, moving to the other thigh, and I’m almost certain he’s drawing blood this time. My back arches and I cry out from the pain, because I didn’t realize it hurt so much to get bitten. I knew what to expect from the knife, but his teeth like that is a whole new sensation that I will definitely want again and again.

I feel his nose trace against my clit as he inhales, “Fuck you smell so good.” The snarl vibrates against my clit, and I could cum again just from that. My entire body is on overdrive and overly sensitive.

“I need you inside me.” I cry out as he bites my clit. “Take these off.” I lift my hands, and watch as he cuts through the leather. I push up off the bed, forcing him to the ground and climb up his body until the tip of his dick rests between my legs. “You took too long.” I tell him, pulling the knife from his grip as I sink down on him, groaning as he stretches me so fucking perfectly. Once he’s fully inside me I pull up just a little and slam myself back down, hitting that perfect fucking spot inside as I take the knife and stab the floor next to his head. “Fucking hell.”

“Watch the face, little deer.” The menacing look on his face tells me that he’s thinking about doing something devilishly delicious and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me.

Gliding my hips, I feel him inside of me as I leave the knife in the ground and raise my fist, slamming it down against his chest, hitting him hard as I cry out from the next orgasm that takes hold of me. He grips my hips and thrusts up into me, his nails digging into my skin.

“Take a deep breath, little deer.” He commands as my head falls forward. The second I breathe in, I’m flipped over, hitting the ground hard as his hand wraps around my throat and I go wide eyed as my pussy clenches around his cock. When I try to take a breath I realize he’s doing it again, forcing me to see stars. There’s something that happens inside of him when I’m on the edge of oblivion, dancing along the cusp of not existing that he enjoys. The way he looks down at me with the eyes of a sadistic killer, entranced with the excitement of what could happen if he held on for too long.

I’ve seen this look on other men, but never one I willingly offer up my body to be the one to find that edge. I’ve never given any man control like I have given Axel, and there’s something about how he takes it that makes me feel stupidly safe. Like yes, he’s going to hurt me, possibly kill me one day, but I’d fucking thank him and ask for more. Which is where the stupidity comes in at, because I’m here of my own volition at this point, letting him have his wicked ways with me.

So long as he lets me have my wicked ways in return, I honestly don’t see a problem with this kind of toxic love. I’ll drown myself in his poison, as long as I take him with me into the next life.

My lungs start to burn from holding my breath and my head starts to get that subtle ache that will lead into a huge headache later, but he’s made me crave this. The need to feel him taking my life, even if it’s just a game. The fear behind it is real, because he seriously might not let go one of these times.

He thrusts into me so hard that cuts on my ass rip against the floor, pulling further open. Reaching up I grab hair and pull him down to me, biting into his bottom lip until the wonderful metallic taste hits my tongue. The tears that I can’t help but cry fall from my eyes, tracing a line down the side of my head until it settles in my hair.

“My sweet and feisty little deer.” He thrust into me again. “I’m going to keep you forever.” He growls, burying himself into me deeper, like he’s trying to crawl his way into my skin. Finding his new home so he never has to be without me again. I welcome him with open legs to try every fucking chance he can.

I pop my lips open to say something back, but no words leave my lips. He choses that moment to shove his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to suck on them as he has his wicked ways with my body. When he slides his fingers down my throat I gag, but since I can’t breathe, it makes me fight him off and that’s when he grins. His eyes darkening in a challenge.

I thrust my hips up, use my hands to shove at him, and try like hell to fight him off. When he doesn’t budge but his grip tightens around my throat, my vision starts to fade as my eyes feel heavy. I do the only thing I have the strength for, I punch him in his face. Feeling my own knuckle crack as I hit his jaw, he loosens his grip just enough and I breathe quickly, replenishing my oxygen before he readjusts and cuts it off again.

The fingers that were down my throat are no longer there as he slaps me hard against my jaw. Which only makes my pussy clench as he continues to fuck me senseless. Dammit. That was fucking hot. Nodding my head, I stiffen my jaw and turn slightly, daring him to do it again.

My entire body feels like it could explode right now, and I’m one more orgasm away from detonating completely. When he pulls out of me I let out a whimper, fighting him yet wanting more. Stupid girl brain, all doped up on a sexy madman with a thick ass dick.

“Your lips are turning blue again.” He thrusts into me so hard that his grip on my throat tightens and my entire body shakes as I come, completely and utterly undone by him. “I’ll put a baby in this fucking belly.” He thrusts once more, stilling inside of me as my eyes fall close and my head tips to the side.