Page 18 of Prince of Wrath

I wasn’t breathing.

“You are tied to an immortal prince. You have no boundaries to abide by. No barriers to climb. Anything on this plane or in Hell is at your disposal so long as you swallow your pride and ask me for it.”

My back pressed flat to the wall. His hands clamped under my legs as he forced his body against mine until I was wrapped around his waist. The hem of my skirt rolled up, leaving nothing to cover my lower half but a triangle of lace.

“Each of my brothers can be redeemed. Lust so easily turns to love. Sloth into self-discovery and well-being. Even envy can be an opportunity for growth. But not me, Sloane. I am violence, rage, and barbaric inhumanity. Every angle of me is sharp, painful, and dangerous. But my broken edges fit yours.”

His lips slowly brushed my jaw to my cheekbone. I took a shallow breath, but his hard chest was a rampart, limiting me to small sips of air that only made my head swim even more.

“I hate you.”

“Do you remember the last time you said you hated me?” His tongue ran along my bottom lip then flicked the tip of my nose, and a wicked smile completed his lascivious expression.

Of course I remembered. It had been the week before I fled the country and the final nail in the coffin. I’d never been so angry in my life. I'd vowed to never let him affect me like that again.

“The fury in your eyes could have burned empires. The hatred coursed through your veins thicker than your own blood. And all the while, my cock pounded into your pretty little cunt.”

My pussy pulsed and my body responded just the way he’d intended as his soft lips took mine. His hips pushed against me, grinding his cock harder over my belly but making me ache to feel him stretch my pussy around him.

“Please,” I breathed between slow, agonizing kisses.

His mouth moved down to my chest, trailing from one clavicle to the other.

“Don’t.” My body clearly didn’t get the message my mouth and brain were screaming at it. His hands on my skin burned, and all I wanted was for him to rip every thread off me.

“Use your words, Sloane.” He pulled at the top of my blouse then dipped his chin to my hard nipple, hidden in black lace. “What don’t you want? For me to stop?”

He flattened his tongue over it, and my back arched to bring him closer. I whispered his name. A final plea for my sanity to return and talk me out of doing something I would regret in the morning.

I heard the zipper of his slacks.

“It’s been such a long time. Speak up because I am about to take what I want if you don’t.”

The head of his cock fought against the fabric of my thong, the last tether keeping us from committing a night full of atrocities.

If I had my way, my heart would have stopped beating out of spite. But instead . . .

“Fuck me.”

Chapter 8

Seere

I smiled against her neck, the muscles of her throat grazing my teeth as she said what I’d been hoping for all night.

“Fuck me.”

A rumble of hunger rose from my chest as I pulled her panties aside. I slipped two fingers into her wet cunt and gave two pumps. Her walls pulsed around me.

I grinned up at her while my thumb teased her clit roughly. “Is this what you wanted?”

“You’re such an asshole—oh, fuck.” She panted and bucked her hips. “I hate you.”

“The way your face lights up when you’re furious makes my cock so hard.”

Her cheeks reddened, and I circled my digit slower over her swollen nerves. I slipped in a third finger, and her eyelids fluttered. Her inhales partnered with her whines of impatience. Desperate Sloane was my favorite to play with. Any further and she would take control. It was a delicate balance to keep my position.

I pulled my fingers out to their tips then plunged back inside. Curled them to hit the spot that drove her to the edge of an orgasm. Pulled back again.