30. Prince
Chapter thirty
Prince
Snow fall slimp in my arms, and I seize that opportune moment to raise my hand, slapping her hard across the ass.
Her moan echoes through the office, and I’m pretty sure the entirety of hell can hear her at this rate.
But not heaven, though…
No one can hear her from up there.
Because no one is going to save her.
No one is going to heed her pleas.
That’s what she gets for interrupting my phone call.
There I was, speaking with one of our very important suppliers, and she had to go and trip down the ladder like a helpless damsel.
And I don’t even know why I jumped out of the seat to catch her in my arms, the daughter of my enemy.
The female offspring of the man who’d slain my own. I’m finally going to get my revenge.
Still, I find myself soothing the area where I slapped her ass with my fingers, and I don’t know why.
The last thing I want to do is soothe her.
No. I want to hurt her…
I want Leroy, who’s writhing down in a flaming pit in hell, to know what I am doing to his sweet, precious daughter.
I want him to know that she is mine.
Mine to hurt.
Yet, she sighs in my arms, falling as limp as a newborn kitten again when I run my fingers down the round globes of her ass, and something awakens inside me.
Like a warm, balmy wind, chasing away the winter frost. My heart thumps when she mewls that sweet sound again.
“Mr. Diamante?”
A growl snarls from my lips. “Shut the fuck up, and don’t you dare hang up! I’m busy…”
Trust me, they won’t hang up. No one hangs up on a call with Prince Diamante if they know what is good for them.
Snow exhales softly when I rub her lower spine, and I turn my wrath on her now.
This is all her fault after all.
Why I can hardly function lately.
Why I struggle sleeping at night, knowing she is just down the hall.
“Don’t know what you’re sighing about, princess . There is more pain to come.”
She lifts her head, fixing her big, soulful brown eyes on me, and they leave me speechless for a breath.
Where I expect to find fear, all I find is lust and… a deep longing.
A longing for family, a connection.
Everyone this girl ever loved is dead. Her mother, her father…
All she has in this world is that wicked stepmother, Regina. That whore.
A woman she claims hates her.
I’ll believe it when I see it.
Snow says the woman never cared for her, and it seems almost a little too convenient.
Still, that look in her eyes. That desperate urge to be touched, held, to belong…
To be loved again.
Well, there will be no love here.
Only vengeance.
I will make this hurt.
I whack her ass hard yet again, making sure she feels it all the way down in her pussy, and her satisfied cries burst from her plump lips.
Lips that would look good wrapped around my big fucking cock.
The person is stone-cold silent on the line now, and that’s good. I want an audience for this.
I want the world to know what I am doing to Leroy’s whore of a daughter…
And a whore she is. The sounds coming from her mouth; I knew that sweet little princess act was all a farce.
Snow is as corrupt as the rest of us.
Like blood-stained snow.
Tainted Snow.
With a growl, I yank her back up to face me, wrapping my fingers through her black hair until those big brown eyes are inches from mine.
Even when I throw the whole of my wrath at her with a single glare, she still melts beneath me, still regards me with fascination.
With a shaking hand, she reaches her fingers across, stroking the stubble of my cheek for a moment, and by all the Gods old and new, I let her…
I let my enemy’s daughter caress my skin like she’s investigating a fine piece of art, and I watch, spellbound, as her pupils grow, taking over the soft brown of her eyes.
When was the last time someone touched me like this?
When was the last time someone dared to?
Before I give in, before I let her gentle caresses lull me and make me forget myself, I flip her around as I drag the phone closer.
“You still there?”
A pause. Then a deep, husky male voice replies. “Never left, sir.”
Something writhes in the pit of my gut as I know that voice.
The voice of a man getting himself off.
No one, and I mean absolutely no one gets themselves off thinking about my princess…
“Don’t you dare fucking touch yourself...”
I hear a muttered curse, and then he responds. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”
A sneer spreads across my face as I run my hand down Snow’s heaving chest, yanking up a fistful of my pajama shirt at her breasts.
The material pulls taut, and Snow gasps when I choke her slightly.
Her heart pounds beneath my closed fist, and I stop a moment, concentrating on the sensation.
If I had my way, that heart would stop beating, but my brothers have grown soft for this female, and she truly will be the destruction of us all.
They want her body, just like I am using her body right now for my own sick amusement.
I love giving my men blue balls when they listen or watch me fuck a woman on a videocall, but this is no ordinary woman…
This is my enemy’s daughter, and I will get my revenge other ways.
Her body is mine to please and torture.
Mine to taint.
I let go of her shirt and brush my hand down her body, dipping my fingers beneath the waistband of my pants.
It doesn’t take me long to find what I’m looking for. She’s not even wearing underwear beneath these pants. I will have to make a point of stealing them away so I can smell her pussy.
When I stroke my finger down her wet seam, she gasps, arching her back, and a deep chuckle reverberates through my chest.
Just as I suspected. Completely wet for me.
I whisper close to her small ear. “Just as I hoped… you’re wet for me, princess…”
She pants for breath as I keep stroking her swollen lips, and when I push a finger inside her, she whimpers.
“Prince…”
I wrap a hand around her mouth before the sound of her voice makes me come. I’ll be damned if she makes a fool out of me.
Now I shove my finger inside her, finding her throbbing clit as I massage her with my thumb. She’s shaking.
I stretch her with my fingers, pulling her lips apart, and she gives a muffled moan behind my hand as I push her to her limits.
Fuck, she really is tight.
Never even had a man’s dick between her legs, let alone a finger …
This pussy hasn’t even seen a razor before as I yank on her hair, making her whole body shudder.
I push another finger inside her, and her body coils up like a spring as I hook it all the way inside her until I find that sweet spot.
Then I slip in a third finger, and her body heats up as she trembles, violent breaths escaping her nostrils.
I still have my hand wrapped around her mouth.
Without a word of warning, I pump my fingers inside her, and her hips meet my thrusts as she bucks into my touch, chasing her release.
Not fucking yet.
Again, I press down on her clit with my thumb. She’s close.
And so am I.
Shit.
She won’t get the best of me.
I flip her around onto my desk, laying her flat on her back as I spread her thighs apart. There, I get my first glimpse of her pussy.
Wet, swollen, and dripping for me…
My heart sings in my ears as I can’t take my eyes off her.
The prettiest pussy I have ever seen.
Growling, I speak down the phone. “You still there?”
“Yes, sir.”
There’s no missing the edge in his tone as I forbade him from touching himself.
If I don’t get to come, then he doesn’t get to either.
Fixing my eyes back on that fine pussy, I bury my face between her legs, grazing her clit with my teeth.
Snow moans, neck curving as she gives in to my mouth and tongue, and I devour her, stroking her with the flat of my touch.
I lick, stroke, and nip with my teeth, and she writhes beneath me, a princess on the edge of bliss.
Gripping her hips with bruising fingers, I lift her from the desk, burying my face deep between her legs. I’m a starving man.
Finally, her body stiffens, and she shudders as she comes at last.
I’m close at her heels, and before she gets the best of me, I lift my face from her pussy, wiping her arousal from my lips. “Get out.”
Hazy brown eyes find mine as she’s still gasping for breath. Her skin is slick with sweat, bringing out the contours of her slender neck, and I curse myself for my foolishness.
“What?
“Get out. Now!”
Blinking dumbly, Snow scrambles off the desk, staggering toward the door. She fumbles with her bucket of supplies, shutting the door behind her quickly, and my eyes burn a hole into the wood even long after she’s gone.
My heavy breaths echo through the room as I brush a hand through my hair, cursing myself.
I never should have gone that far.
Her taste is all over me, dripping down my chin, and I reach up, yanking on my tie.
Now I have blue balls, but I refuse to jerk off.
She will not get the better of me.
“Sir?”
Fuck.
I pick up the phone, yanking it from the socket as I throw it at the wall. That’s the end of our call.
Then I fall back in my chair, raking my fingers through my hair again.
I didn’t mean to go that far.
I will never rid the taste of her pussy from my mouth again.