Desire
I wake up around noon. Aurora is sleeping beside me, her face pressed into the pillow—my princess clearly didn’t sleep a wink until nearly morning and is exhausted.
Back in the car while they were stitching me up, Steve told me that fucking Zack somehow caught wind of trouble and fled the house with his sister.
I hope Steve and Isaac track the bastard down quickly.
Zack wanted my balls that badly? Well, I know a much more worthy use for them—to drain them dry into his ex-girlfriend.
I pull the blanket off us and run my palm up Rory’s back toward her golden hair spread across the pillow.
I should have fucked her the moment I crossed the threshold of the house.
I killed, and I wanted to enjoy my well-earned reward.
Now I’m ready to make up for lost time. The wound doesn’t worry me: my internal organs are untouched, and I’ve endured worse.
Gently pulling Aurora by the shoulder, I roll her onto her back.
The sleeping princess rolls over pliantly, opening herself to me.
I caress her breasts, then move to her flat stomach and stroke the insides of her thighs.
Moving closer, I cover her sweet cunt with my palm.
It hurts to move—every shift sends a sharp sting through my stitched side—but I’m used to pain.
“Prince …,” she whispers, barely audibly, in her sleep.
Leaning down, I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck gently until it hardens. At the same time, I part her cunt. After teasing her relaxed body and stroking her with my fingers until her soft folds grow wet, I glide my cock inside her.
“Desire?” Aurora’s eyes flutter open as she catches her breath.
“I’ve missed you, babe,” I whisper into her cleavage, sucking on her swollen nipples one at a time. She’s breathing heavily, and with every breath, her boobs press against my lips.
“Desire …” Before she even wakes up properly, she grabs my head, pressing it into her neck, and thrusts upward.
But suddenly she feels like she’s being electrocuted. The dream disappears instantly.
“You shouldn’t move too fast!” she hisses as I bite the skin on her neck. “The seams may come apart!”
“I don’t care.” I pound into her hard, bracing my hands on the bed. “You’re my reward. My feast.”
“Fuck …,” she moans, throwing her head back. “You’re just crazy.”
“You knew it from the beginning.” I lick a drop of sweat off her collarbone.
She exhales convulsively then abruptly, and pushes off the bed with her elbows and hips.
“What are you doing, babe?” I chuckle with a grin.
“Let me … turn you over so you don’t bleed out,” she commands.
I allow her this audacity, relaxing my tense muscles, and we roll smoothly.
An acute burning sensation flares in my stitched side from the change of position, but it instantly sinks into an animal, viscous pleasure—when I turn over, she doesn’t release my penis for an inch, squeezing it with her hot walls.
Aurora is on top of me, resting her palms on my chest. She moans, feeling the depth of penetration, and impatiently jerks her ass, thrusting to the very limit.
“Don’t move. I’ll do it myself,” she breathes hoarsely. Her hips move, and she grinds left and right on my cock, driving me crazy with this enveloping friction. “I’ll take care of you.”
My princess wants to take care of her monster. It’s so cute.
“Ride me, my princess.” I slide my hands under her, grabbing her buttocks and digging my fingers into the soft flesh. Guiding, setting the rhythm I need, I move her up and down, forcing her to accept me completely. “Ride me like a good slut. You want to get fucked rough right now, don’t pretend.”
“Devil …,” she whines.
Her back arches beautifully, reacting to my words. I can feel her giving up: the muscles inside her are throbbing sweetly, squeezing my cock, and her tight pussy is getting wetter.
I lean in to meet her, lifting my hips every time she lowers. The black anger at Zack wakes up in me again. I almost got killed by that fucking Diver, and then I would never have felt what it feels like to have my princess riding me like this. Did Zack want my balls? He’ll fucking eat his own.
I squeeze Aurora’s buttocks until they bruise, thrusting her hard all the way to the base.
“That’s my cunt. My boobs,” I growl, lifting my hands and crushing her nipples.
“Yeah …,” she moans, agreeing as I push into maximum depth. “I’m all yours …. Oh, my god, Desire, the blood! The seams are split!”
She stares at the blood spreading across my stomach with wide, terrified eyes and freezes. Then she tries to scramble off me, but I grab her hips and start fucking her myself. I bounce her on me like a doll, ignoring the pain, until I erupt a hot fountain deep inside her.
“Desire …, a-a-ah …” she sobs, shuddering through an orgasm.
“This is my blood. I’ve spilled it for you,” I growl. “For us. And I’ll spill oceans of others’ blood. You’ll always appreciate it. You’ll always remember who owns you.”
“Always,” she cries, collapsing onto my chest. “You.”
I slowly run my hand over the blood-soaked bandage and bring my bloody fingers to her face.
“Prove it,” I command, smearing the blood across her parted lips.
She sticks out her tongue and licks my blood from her lips and my fingers. My cock twitches inside her. This girl turns me on to madness. To keep her looking at me like this forever, I’d drown this whole fucking world in blood.
***
The Kingdom has a doctor on the payroll, and after round two, I finally give in to Aurora and call him to restitch the wound. Aurora talked to him herself and ordered him to come back this evening to remove the drain. Ordered him. My girl is a true princess.
Lying in bed, I pop some painkillers and scroll through my phone to the sound of running water—Aurora’s in the shower.
I scan the DNA comparison results with Alistair’s anonymous patients and let out a silent whistle.
Interesting development. Steve reported they still haven’t tracked down Zack.
Isaac complained that the Asgardians burned their fucking runes right onto the Kingdom’s main lawn with chemicals—fucking savages. Laurent reminded me of London again.
I need to call my father, so I dial his number and listen to the long rings.
“Son, you’re planning to marry Vance,” he states. “Does that serve your goal?”
“She’s part of the Kingdom. An important part.”
“Is that so? Since when? And do the Vances know about the wedding?”
“They will soon.” I have leverage over Eleanor. When Vance senior comes rushing to find out what the hell Sterling is doing with his daughter, I’ll present it as necessary protection for Aurora. I’ll present it as a fait accompli.
“What about London?”
“I’ll handle it soon.” I have my own plans for Jefferson. I’ll put a bullet in his forehead without leaving the country.
“Don’t let the family down. And don’t betray your dream,” my father says.
“You made me different from Laurent and the other brothers.”
“Yes,” he states. “You’re harder.”
“Why me? My brothers are cruel, ruthless mafiosi, but they aren’t man-made monsters. My hands, on the other hand, are trained to kill people in a hundred different ways.”
“You wanted to build your own kingdom. And out of all of them, you were the only one who could endure it.”
I close my eyes, remembering the years of training in Asia. The Red Stock was just a warm-up. I spent months stewing in a primal hell under the watch of elite killer instructors. Yes, I survived and endured it all, but it burned every last shred of humanity out of me.
“I can’t feel joy or love like normal people.”
I’m an absolute monster. I crave total possession of Aurora, jealous of every breath she takes.
When I think of her, there’s nothing pure in my thoughts.
I know one thing: no one else will ever touch her again.
Her perfect body, her big tits, her sweet, tight cunt belong only to me.
And the thought of killing and killing—breaking necks and slitting throats—for a single woman appeals to me.
Her smile, her soft skin, my cock buried in her wet pussy—that’s my rightful, bloody reward.
Father seems surprised by my words. “Is that a problem? Does it stop you from possessing the one you want?”
I smirk, listening to the water shut off in the bathroom. He understands me perfectly. That devil forged me in his own image, but I plan to surpass my creator.
“You’re right, Dad. On the contrary—it makes her only mine.”
I end the call as Aurora steps out of the bathroom naked. She smells of body wash and warm skin. She stops at the edge of the bed and stares at my fresh bandage. I toss my phone onto the nightstand and, ignoring the sharp sting in my side, pull my princess to me.
She lies beside me, carefully but firmly pressing against my uninjured side. I can feel her cunning plan through my skin: she’s trying to immobilize me. She’s pinning me down with her body so I won’t make any more sudden moves, strain my abs, or tear my stitches again.
“Desire …,” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s sleep together.”
“Whatever my princess wishes.” I wrap my arm around her, burying my fingers in her damp post-shower hair. Aurora lets out a long sigh and rests her head on my chest, and within a minute, she’s asleep, snoring softly in time with my heartbeat.