Page 20 of Prince of Wrath

“I need to taste us.”

I leaned in for a kiss, but she looked away. “You should go.” She pushed past me to walk to the middle of her bedroom.

I pulled my pants up, fastened them, then turned to face her. “Or maybe I should lay you out on that bed and eat your pussy until you forget how much you hate me.”

“I don’t have eternity.” She crossed her arms and refused to look me in the eyes. “I have a long day tomorrow and need to deal with shit on my own. So just. Go.”

She was pushing me away like she always did. Her fear cast a pitch-black shadow over what we could have if she would just let me in. I could have killed Ben the moment he’d stepped foot in the States. But I needed her to ask for it.

“Fine.” As I walked toward the door I didn’t intend to use, I wrapped my arm around her stiff waist and kissed her cheek. I resigned myself once again to her unyielding nature, but not without gaining the last word. “If you run, I’ll catch you. If I catch you, then I keep you.”

Her eyes locked on mine, and all the fire in Hell couldn’t compare to the inferno inside of her.

* * *

I returned home slack muscled, but not at all satisfied. More than once while lying in bed and scrolling through social media for hours, I thought about going back to Sloane. She hadn’t climaxed on purpose, not giving me the gratification I craved most. Our history was riddled with nights just like this, with her screaming and becoming irate just to have me fuck her aggravation away.

Though I wasn’t as delusional as some of my other brothers, I did believe Sloane’s body had been made for me. Not by our Father specifically, that was too close for comfort, but it was rare to find a human body that could handle my hunger.

In fact, she often begged for more. More marks from my teeth or palm. Rougher sex that made it hard for her to walk straight the next day. When we were together, there were very few hard limits. She’d done things to my body that no one else would be permitted to do and enjoyed the power she had over me.

Those nights had followed me when I’d pursued her through Europe. Chasing her had been an easy choice. Restraining myself when she pushed me away like she had tonight was infuriating. She was denying me the pleasure of seeing her back arch and her face contort as the orgasm gripped her and pulled her under.

If this was another point of attack to bore me, she’d done the opposite. Running from me only drew me further in. I was hungry for her more than ever. The need to feel my teeth scrape over the soft flesh of her neck, breasts, and thighs fueled my obsession. I needed to hear the sound of my hand snapping her ass as my hips clapped furiously against her backside.

My spine tingled at the image of her on her knees before me. The soulless being that existed only for chaos, pain, and vengeance battled with the urge to do unspeakable things to her. That bastard part of me wanted to own Sloane and use her until her screams of pleasure turned into cries of pain.

She’d tamed that beast the first time my true name had passed through her lips. A soft gasp and a wanton moan were all it had taken to soothe the gnawing need for fresh blood on my hands. Yet here I was with only memories of her body.

I scrolled through our short text thread. It wasn’t enough to scratch the itch of needing her.

Seere

Are you done pouting?

My bubble indicated that she’d read the message. I waited for a reply but several minutes passed without one.

Seere

I guess not.

Fine.

I’ll just have to show up at your office tomorrow and fuck that attitude out of you in front of your assistant.

Sloane

Don’t you dare.

Seere

Why not?

Don’t you remember the first time I visited you at work?

Sloane

I had to lay off that assistant with a full year of severance to bribe him to delete the photos he took.