Page 74 of Stolen Princess

“Are you ready, princess?”

Without waiting for my response, he holds me in place by my wrists and hips and fucks me. My tits bounce back and forth, half mashed between us, as he pounds into me, faster and harder than before. So hard it rattles my teeth and every muscle. My whimpers get louder, and my pussy clenches his cock, holding on tight, wanting to keep it inside me.

“You’re not fucking other guys,” he rasps in my ear. “This pussy, this body, they’re both mine until I tell you otherwise. I fucking own them. I fucking own you. And if you tell me no, I’ll steal them whenever I want, just as I steal everything else. Only I get to make you bleed and come. Tell me.”

“Yes,” I manage as my orgasm is building and building fast. “Only you.”

Even if I know it’s not true. This will be a few more days max. But I can’t think beyond that. Not yet. I’ll enjoy him for what this is and mentally work through the rest. I don’t know what’s happening in my life. Hell, I hardly know who or what I am.

But this? This I can do. This I can focus on.

“Come on. Take my cock deeper. You can do it. Spread your pussy for me.” He bites my lip hard, drawing more blood from me. “You’re such a good fuck. Your pretty cunt is going to be aching in the morning. Aching for a break. Aching for more.” He sucks on my lip as he pushes and pushes into me, almost to the breaking point. “But don’t worry, princess. I’ll lick her so sweet. So fucking gentle.”

I nod. I don’t think I can do more.

“Fuck, Desta. You’ll be my princess and my whore.”

My eyes flash open and lock with his, and I come. He continues to dive into me, bottoming out with every pounding thrust, and all I can do is scream and writhe and fight the grip he has on my wrists. His dick swells inside me to the point where he can hardly move other than to rut and rock.

I see it the moment he does it. He’s lost to it. Utterly feral, and I don’t have it in me to argue despite the fucking stupidity because I want it too.

He comes inside me, his eyes all over mine, and when I moan, his face drops to mine, our foreheads glued by sweat. He kisses me and kisses me, his cock pulsing, shooting his cum without sense or reason.

But all I can think about is that if I die tomorrow, I don’t want to die without this. I only hope that in the end, it doesn’t cost me everything else.

24

FERRIN

Iscrewed up. I knew it the moment I did it too, but even as I was doing it and common fucking sense was screaming through my ears, I couldn’t stop. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted that piece of me to be hers, something neither of us could erase.

If I get her pregnant, well, I don’t know.

It’s done, and I can’t undo it, so fuck it.

One day at a time, I guess.

That’s all any of us have, and killing Lars last night might have sealed my fate. I don’t regret it. I’d do it again. If I’m going to die, which I likely am, I want these days with her. It’s more than I can ask for and certainly more than I deserve.

But I’ll keep her safe. From Sven. From her mother. From whoever else is out there. I’ll get her to the royal family if that’s what she wants. I know she still has some doubts about who she is, but I don’t. It’s her.

Sometime between when I come inside her and fall asleep, I have the thought of taking her to the sea. I want to see her in that bikini. I want to see the smile she’ll have and the wonder and excitement in her eyes. I want to spend another night inside of her in a world where consequences don’t exist.

No one will know we’re there.

We could have a normal night without someone trying to kill her. One that’s just for us that she can look back on and remember fondly. One that I can look back on and remind myself that I had her once. All that perfection. All that spun gold. The princess. She’s mine for now, and I’ll be able to live in that memory whenever I want.

It’s why before dawn, I wake her with kisses. Her eyes are heavy with sleep, barely fluttering as if she’s too tired to dream. She’s so pretty, she makes me ache. I snap a picture of her like this. I’ve taken several over the last few days. When she didn’t realize what I was doing or didn’t know I was watching her, I took pictures. Of her at the bar chatting with Masters, and shopping in the store, and at the counter chatting with the clerk. Then of her sleeping beside me that first night. I wish I had one of her with her fingers in her cunt, but I don’t.

I made excuses for why I was taking photographs. Blackmail or extortion or some other nonsense. I think even then, I knew I’d want memories of her.

I set my phone down and pull back the blanket. I smile even as blood races to my cock. Goddamn, she has a gorgeous body. So fucking sexy.

Her round, perky tits are soft even as her nipples turn into hard peaks. Her belly is toned and tanned, and her pussy… fuck, her pussy is so perfect. She shifts but doesn’t wake, and I swirl my tongue around one of her nipples before I move south, climbing in between her legs. I told her last night I’d eat her sore pussy, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do now.

I licked her virgin blood.

I smile like a fucking deviant. I’ve never wanted to taste someone’s blood before. Actually, the thought is kind of sickening, but hers… I had to fucking taste that. It was mine. I made her bleed, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.