Desire
I fucking hate clubs, even though Savannah is mine.
I prefer to stay coldblooded, levelheaded, and in control of any situation around me, rather than getting lost in a drunk crowd where some random, doped-up idiot could slip a knife between your ribs.
Truth be told, I hate people. That’s exactly why I became a killer.
I want to kill them, not entertain them.
Laurent’s a real piece of shit for making me spend tonight entertaining that bastard Jefferson who had shipped me off to the hellhole of Africa for three months.
For now, the family still has some control over me, but not for long.
Soon, my father will just be a senior partner, and Laurent with his orders can go fuck himself.
I was forced to kill time in one of the university’s half-empty lounge areas until evening, slumping into an armchair and talking on the phone with Savannah’s staff, giving out instructions for the night.
More than anything in the world, I wanted to go check on my broken princess.
I wanted to drive her home, lock us behind the new locks, and fuck her hard on the kitchen table until she passed out.
But, fuck, I don’t have time for that. Damn, the fleeting thought of her tight cunt responding to my every move brings a crooked, predatory smile to my face.
“Looks like you’re having fun, Sterling,” a rough bass voice booms over my head.
Terence Dublemare, the head of the Asgard fraternity, looms over me. The big bastard is even larger than me, but it doesn’t impress me in the least.
“Get lost, Terence. I don’t have time for you right now.” I wave him off, not even bothering to get up from my chair.
“You somehow found the time to beat up my man,” Terence growls, clenching his massive fists.
“Your fool brought it on himself. He ran his mouth and got a gun to his stupid face.” I snort, raising an icy stare to him. “Forget it and move on with your life.”
“Asgard never forgets an insult. This is open war, Sterling.” Terence spits on the floor at my feet, his face twisted with hatred.
My muscles tense like steel cables, but I resist the urge to jump up and shove my boot up his ass.
“Watch your back,” he tosses over his shoulder, and stomps off down the hallway.
I shrug. If this slab of meat wants a trained killer as an enemy so badly, fine—I’ll gladly arrange that for him.
“Desire.” Steve appears in the doorway. He glances warily at the retreating brute, and once Terence disappears around the corner of the long hallway, Steve comes over to me and mutters, “Any problems?”
“Nothing special. Just, we’ll kill all of Asgard soon,” I state, stretching my stiff neck. “What do you want?”
“Remember your princess?” Steve hedges.
“Aurora?”
“The other one.” He grimaces. “My guys just told me that fucking Chloe showed herself to your girl for some reason, strutting around in the Kingdom’s gold collar.”
“Fuck,” I exhale. “I fucking clearly ordered that stupid bitch to take it off and give it to me a week ago so I could put it on Aurora!”
“Worse than that, Kelsey can’t get ahold of Aurora,” Steve adds.
I pull out my phone and connect to the hidden cameras in Aurora’s apartment—the ones I never mentioned to her.
The rooms are empty. Then I open the spy app.
I installed the tracker on her phone the first day when I took it under the pretense of putting in my number.
A red dot blinks on the screen: Aurora is somewhere in the city, too far from campus and her apartment.
I dial her number. The long rings grate on my nerves, and she doesn’t pick up. I dial again—complete silence. It instantly enrages me, a red haze flooding my vision. My girl shouldn’t ignore my calls. What the fuck happened when she ran into Chloe?
I spring from my chair and leave, ignoring Steve’s questions about where I’m going. By all rights, I should be heading to Savannah, getting ready to meet that bastard Jefferson, but I still have time to handle one more thing.
I track down Chloe through her class schedule. When she walks out of the lecture hall proudly sporting my gold choker on her neck, she breaks into a smile and waves at me. “Desire! Darling!”
She walks with confidence, her heels clicking as she approaches me, then reaches out to hang on my neck, but I catch her slender wrist and squeeze her fingers.
“Hey there,” I say, crushing her hand.
“Desire …” She presses her painted lips together, and her bones creak under my iron grip. “You’re hurting me.”
“Oh, am I, fuck …” I step closer and growl in her ear.
“Now, remind me—how long has it been since I’ve fucked you?
Six months, I think? So what the hell makes you think you still have the right to touch me without my permission?
What the fuck makes you think you can wear my mark when I told you to give it back?
And most importantly, what made you think you could get within a mile of my girl? ”
She gapes at me. Chloe is just the spoiled daughter of one of my father’s business partners.
Back then, the family ordered me to fuck her a few times and play the boyfriend to soften up her old man in negotiations.
The usual dirty deal. I never felt anything for her but dull irritation.
And judging by how many dicks she eagerly sucked before our arrangement and right after, she felt the same about me.
She was only drawn to me for my family’s power and money.
Well, maybe my big cock played some part too.
I keep squeezing her wrist, and Chloe, crying, tries to break free from the trap. “Desire, please, I love yo—”
“Shut up! I gave you a damn good chance to part ways peacefully, without any drama. I’m going to let you go now.
You will take off that collar immediately, hand it to me, and never so much as look in Aurora’s direction again.
Do you understand me?” I yank her arm toward me with a force that makes her joint crack.
“Yeah …” she sniffles, black-streaked tears running down her cheeks.
I shove her hand away from me. Chloe removes the choker, and I snatch it from her hands and walk away. Hopefully, I’ll never see that bitch again. Stonehaven is huge, so the odds are good.
I hit the gas and make it to Savannah right on time. I kill the engine, and a convoy of dark cars pulls up beside me. Jefferson steps out of the first SUV, flanked by his attack dogs. A dozen grim men from the organization my family is working closely with.
“Desire …” Jefferson extends his hand first. I return a firm, dry handshake, then exchange nods with the rest. “So, Prince, show us your domain. What surprises do you have in store?”
I plaster a standard, utterly fake smirk on my face and gesture for them to head inside. “Welcome to Savannah, gentlemen. Tonight, all the spoils here are yours alone.”
Behind the doors, impeccably trained staff immediately take the guests in hand. Elite, expensive whores wearing the gray collars of the Kingdom twirl their bare asses on the men’s laps while waiters place strong cocktails on the tables.
I sit in a leather armchair, a glass of juice in my hand, playing the role of the generous host with feigned relaxation as befits a fucking prince on such diplomatic evenings.
I need to keep my head clear. Though, in truth, I’d much rather be enjoying Aurora’s hot, tight cunt right now.
After that run-in on campus, Chloe probably pissed her off to her limit, and I’ve never tasted my girl when she’s truly furious and jealous.
Just the thought makes me thicken and strain at my groin.
Jefferson’s hand, which had been squeezing the bare thigh of the whore sitting beside him, freezes and slowly slides away. His face hardens and darkens, and he stares over the crowd toward the main entrance.
“Is that one of your girls too, Desire?” A savage note creeps into his rough voice.
I lift my eyes and clench my jaw. The glass in my hand creaks, ready to shatter under the pressure of my fingers.
Aurora rounds the platform of writhing dancers, swaying her hips.
My broken princess. She’s wearing a black dress, though that pathetic scrap of fabric is a generous description—a bikini would cover more of her body.
The fabric barely covers her ass and puts everything that belongs exclusively to me on display.
Her doll-like face is done up with bold makeup.
But what makes a blood-red curtain of fury fall before my eyes in an instant is her neck with a gray collar. A whore’s collar. For public use.