Chapter 12 #3
Prince Valance moved scarily fast. Fingers dug into my neck, crushing my windpipe. For a slim fucker like him, he really had some strength behind his crush.
Instinctively, I kicked his legs out from under him. He fell backward, smacking his head off the side of the bed. Hard. It snapped back so fast I thought I’d broken his neck.
No such luck. He sprang to his feet and flew at me with a spinning kick. Right in the face. He caught my nose. I tasted blood as I crashed back into the dressing table. The oils and lotions sprawled and thumped on the carpet, some shattering under my ass. Glass bit my cheeks.
Didn’t stop me charging forward. Blood gushed from my nose, and I swung a punch at him. Fuck him and this place. I’d rather take my chances trying to kill him and losing my head than being his slave.
“I’ll never belong to you.” My punch struck him in the left arm.
He grunted, and I followed up with a kick to his chest. He flew back onto the bed, legs akimbo. The dressing gown opened, exposing all of him.
The door flew open, guards flooding the room later than I’d expected. They grabbed me, twisted my arms behind my back painfully. I struggled against the two burly men, trying to get at Valance again.
“Get the fuck off me!”
The prince shuffled back on the silk, pushing himself up on his elbows. Rock hard, cock pointing to the sky. Panting, eyes narrowed with rage.
That erection didn’t lie.
He liked this.
Sick, hellpissing ass cloth.
My hardness lingered, too.
Fuck!
Gallons of rage spilled out of my mouth. I lost it. Throwing as many curses at him as I could. Even spat, missing the bed. My whole body sparked with fury, the guards struggling to hold me.
And what did the prince do? He should have cowered.
He’d played with fire letting me into his chambers, messing with me like this.
But no, he didn’t cower. He grinned and got to his knees.
He ran hands through his hair, swaying it back and forth as if in the wind.
Let it fall back into place like a curtain.
Stared at me the whole time, the gown off one shoulder, but the belt tied again.
“Get a good look at me,” he said. “Drink me in, Kormac. I know you want me as much as you hate me. Everyone wants me.”
“Fuck you!”
He chuckled. “That’s right. You want to fuck me. I saw the desire in your eyes. I know it so well.” He licked his lips, hands sliding up his sides. “The elf on your right fucks me. He loves it, don’t you, Garret.”
“More than anything, Your Highness.”
“What the fuck does that have to do with me?” I spat.
“Everything, Kormac.”
I strained, trying to surge forward.
The guard who enjoyed the prince punched me hard in the guts. I let out an ‘oof!’ and sagged forward. I got yanked upright again, seeing the prince slide off the bed and walk around it.
Too close.
Killing close, not kissing close. But close enough.
I kept my eyes on his.
“You’ll never have the chance now,” he said.
“For…” I struggled. The prick guard had winded me. “What?”
“To have me, human. You could have if you had taken the chance to right the wrongs of your choices. Been my personal slave. A royal position. In time, after proving yourself, the opportunity to slip into my bed. I would’ve let you put it anywhere.”
I met his eyes square on. “I’d rather fuck a wasp nest.”
Another punch in my guts.
What made him think I’d ever be some dedicated slave? He’d lost some brain cells, thinking with his cock. If he wanted my body, why didn’t he take it now? A prince could rape whoever he wanted. That’s what disgusting men like him did.
I trembled at my own words. The last thing I wanted was this fae to violate me. But it was the only way he’d have me because all I wanted, despite finding him attractive, was his death. A really violent death.
“Perhaps you’re right,” the prince said, backing away. “I saw something in you that made me think you’d shift to the correct side. Silly me with my brain between my legs.” He laughed.
He wanted me. I had to let that sink in. It aroused me and sickened me.
“There’s only one correct side,” I said. “Lasair will be queen. She’ll take you down and—”
Another punch and the prince’s fingers digging into my face, forcing me to take in all of his snarl. Fingers close enough to my mouth for a bite.
I’d been doing it wrong all these years. I didn’t need muscles, to lift those logs, and train so hard. I just needed to be a skinny prince and get everything handed to me. Perfect features, perfect strength, and all the wealth in the world. Oh, and a pretty crown.
“Lasair will never sit on the Faerie Throne,” the prince growled. Gods, his grip hurt like hell. “The throne will always be Rosestar, never anything else. Understand this, Kormac. And understand you are set to enjoy my other plan.” He released me.
“After you failed to seduce me,” I retorted.
He turned his back on me. “Take him away.”
The guards did their job, obeying him. I cursed him some more as they dragged me away, got myself some more fists to my stomach.
It was worth it.