17. Millie

17

MILLIE

Steel. Cold. Foreign.

It's…metal.

My first peaceful, heavy slumber in months is interrupted by a tightening of ice-cold metal around my wrists. I stir around, doing my best to escape the blurs of my sleep. I blink slowly, opening my eyes to see flashes of red from the stained-glass windows. It's still night.

I move my wrists, but they're conjoined together.

"What the hell?" I murmur through heavy breaths.

"You wanted to play a game of hide and seek, baby. Well, now we get to play my version of a game." Hayden's calm tone sends shivers down my spine. His cold, rough, long fingers trail down my naked stomach. His touch is ice, but what it does to me is the opposite.

He dips his fingers in, grabs the lining of my shorts, and pulls it down, leaving me in my underwear. He hums like he's satisfied with what he sees. He slaps my pussy, and my hips immediately jerk upwards. My clit heats up, throbbing, pulsating, and I want to scream at it to stop.

I peek down, and he's…shirtless. He has a body sculpted by God himself. He's covered and ripped in muscles. His abs tighten as he moves to my ankles. He spreads them apart with the same type of shackles. Faster than humanly possible, he rips my panties to shreds and throws them to the floor like it was paper. My legs are wide open, vulnerable, and exposed. "We're going to play now…and it's called Millie begs me to fuck her while covered in my enemies blood."

I whimper at his sick pleasure. My breathing escalates, tipping my head back against the pillow, exposing my neck. I frantically search for a way out…but nothing will get me out of these restraints.

"I love it when you cry for me," he purrs.

"I'm not crying, Hayden. I won't ever cry for you again, that's a promise I intend to keep," I seethe back at him through narrowed eyes.

Even through the darkness, I can see him clearly. He smirks sinfully and is wickedly amused by my unbreakable vow.

He doubts me…I can feel it. He wants to push me .

A dimple curves around his jaw, and a scorching spark hits me in the chest when he looks at me like that. It makes me feral with anger…and submissiveness.

"Don't you have a girlfriend? Someone else to occupy your needs?!" I pull on my restraints and clench on air.

Why do I like this?

"Millie. I'm not boyfriend material."

"Really? I would've never guessed!" I blare sarcastically.

He closes his eyes softly and bows his head until his chin almost hits his collarbone with a deep, lustrous chuckle of laughter. His abs tense as his balled fists relax at his side. He tilts his head to look at me, and a dark brow arches. His dashing ocean eyes are no more. Red, ruby, fiery eyes replace his blue irises instead. His sharp teeth protrude over his lips slightly, and a rush of fear ripples back like waves from an ocean I'm drowning in. Memories of his teeth inside me come back with no remorse, and I sink further down into the bed.

"Are you sure you won't cry for me, little Bambi? Because your pretty little pussy would disagree with you. It's dripping tears for me right now." I swallow and keep my brave face mask on as he lowers himself over me. Each one of his hands is on both sides of my hips as he dips forward and buries his face in between my legs. I try to push him out, but my tied ankles don't allow me to fight.

I'm all bunched up with nerves, my heart pounding in my chest, and my nipples harden with anticipation.

"I have to punish you. Let me hear my name fall from those pretty little lips. I need it more than I crave your blood," he growls slowly as his eyes gleam with sensuality.

He doesn't keep me waiting in the dark. His tongue meets my pussy with a soft, swift flick inside my slit. I arch my back, fighting his touch even when the darkest part of me relishes in his capture. His tongue drives inside my slit and ends at my clit. I grit my teeth as I stare at the waves of his dark brown hair at the top of his head, desperate to pull on them. To stop him…or to hold on for dear life because dammit.

Damn him because a moan escapes my throat, and I wince at the shock of pleasure it drills into me.

"I like it when you cry," he breathes against me. "But I like it when you bleed for me even more." He comes up, hovering over me. A dark wave of hair falls over his forehead as he positions himself with his full pink lips above mine. He crashes his lips against my swollen ones, but instead of kissing me, a shot of pain pours through me. He doesn't need to put much pressure or bite down hard on my fragile flesh to cut it open, and only when I taste the metallic iron at the tip of my tongue does he begin to kiss me. His teeth are sharper than a blade. The slightest touch and I'm lacerated.

He moves his lips against mine, savoring the taste of my blood as he intrudes my mouth with his tongue.

I don't move at first; I go blank for a few seconds, wondering what the hell to do. I want to fight him, but I can't. I don't want to. I kiss him back and it feels so good to let myself get lost in the way he makes me feel. Craved . He grabs a fistful of my wavy hair, pulling it at the base, and I mewl in submission, desperate to satisfy the ache in between my thighs by clenching them together but failing miserably because of my restraints. He growls against my lips. "You thought I wasn't going to punish you for the little stunt you did? For putting yourself in danger? For trying to leave the only monster on this fucking planet that can protect you?" He snarls at me in between kisses.

"Hayden…" I start but don't finish. He steals his own name from my lips like it's the most precious thing he's ever heard and hushes me with more feral kisses. He closes his eyes like he's angry, his brows pinch together, and I join him with closed eyes.

"I'm sorry," I moan out against his mouth.

There I said it, please fuck me now . Give me something.

He licks the bottom of my neck up to my cheeks.

"Now, be a good fucking girl, and let me feel how sorry you are. I want to hear you scream it!"

I give in with no more hesitation. He kisses me harder once my tongue competes with his. We move together in sync, and he pulls my hair harder. I feel his hardened cock underneath his pants. He presses his bulge against my clit, and I want to wrap my legs around him, temptation within me.

My body is almost begging for it like he said I would.

Shit .

"You won't break me. You might kill me one day when you're done with me, but you won't break me."

He grins sadistically after he pulls away from my bleeding lips. Red covers his mouth, and he licks it away and hums. He moves with vampire speed and rips my shirt open with ease, exposing my breasts and hard nipples to the cold air. He looks down at my chest and admires my body, taking his time.

"Fuck you're beautiful, and these tits are mine to sink my teeth into."

He takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks.

My body starts to tremble from the sensations, and like deja vu…pain erupts.

He sinks his teeth into my breasts, just close to my nipple, and drinks my blood.

Whatever pleasure I'm feeling reverberates through me like a virus of sinful, sick pleasure. My toes curl with an orgasm building like a damn volcano, ready to explode, and he isn't even touching my clit. His dick isn't inside my aching pussy, and I want to come.

He growls with satisfaction. His hand slaps my ass, and the sound fills the room. He squeezes my ass with his hand, pulling my pussy closer to his rock-hard cock, as he tries to suck even more from me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head, the emptiness inside my pussy unbearable. It's almost fucking cruel the way his venom inflicts on me like a side effect.

"Fuck, Hayden…" I rasp out as I squeeze my eyes shut. My pussy is wet and begging for him.

I give in.

I give in, letting the dark nirvana overrun and possess my mind, body, and spirit. I grab his soft hair and pull his head closer, fueled by my hatred for him and myself. I yank it closer, wanting to chase the feeling even more.

He knew this was going to happen.

"What was that, baby? I couldn't hear you over your sweet moaning melodies."

He bites my other breast, just below my nipple. Twinges of pain slither every time he cuts me with his razors. But it feels so damn good.

"Hayden…p-please."

"Please, what, Bambi?" He holds me tighter, bruising me with his handprints all over my ass cheek. He's claiming me with greed.

"Use"—he bites into my breast,—"your"—another bite—"words."

Fuck me .

"I hate you!" I shout a lie, my chest heaving as my words tremble. My shackled hands grind against each other as my fingers lose themselves in his hair. He continues to drain blood from me, feeding from me, driving me to the point of insanity, with lustful bliss.

"Funny you say you hate me because your pussy loves me."

Then he disappears, throwing my legs over his shoulders, and puts an end to my misery.

"Say you need it." He flicks my clit, and I practically scream out with circled eyes.

"I need it!"

"Say you want it." He kisses my pussy, and he groans like a monster. The sounds vibrate against my clit, and I shudder.

"I want it!"

He licks my clit, sucks on it, and begins to devour me. Pure fucking ecstasy hits me, and I'm in a dark abyss of bliss.

He moves faster, sucking, biting, his tongue working me harder and faster than humanly possible. Cruel salacity overrides my spirit, mind, and soul. My body feels like it's being burnt alive from how lustful I crave him. How badly I'm loving it. Fuck him . His body alone makes me want to fall in love with him. The way he's touching me, lapping me, devouring me…it's hard to deny him.

I've never felt this way with Cole… It's incredible.

I hold on to his hair as blood drips all over my chest from where he bit me. I move my palms all around it, spreading my own blood across my breasts and nipples. I bite my bottom lip hard, attempting to stop the mewls of destruction from escaping my throat, but to no avail.

Then he sinks his teeth into the inside of my thighs, right next to my clit, and I scream, pulling on his hair as he claims my flesh with his fangs.

"Oh my God," I beg for his mercy. I want to scream for his cock like I need it, but I hold my tongue, refusing to let him win his game.

God, I want him to fuck me so bad. I'm ready. So needy and ready.

As soon as God's name leaves my mouth, Hayden roars with anger, and he nips my clit. "The name's Hayden Drago, but I can be your new religion, baby. All you have to do is follow my commandments."

He pierces me with his tongue, diving inside me, fucking me with it. Stroking in and out, and he feels too damn good to fight. I come undone with his continuous lethal strokes inside my pussy and over my clit. I watch his back muscles move as he lets me finish my last waves of pleasure and ride his tongue.

"You get off on being tied up, your pussy is screaming to be filled with my cock. Maybe I should tie you up by your neck next time," he mumbles against my pussy like he wants to drown. But then he pulls away, and kisses my overly sensitive clit gently like he's saying goodbye.

Hayden

She's bitten all over. Marked, satisfied, and well fucked with my tongue.

She pulls on the restraints as she digests the wounds I've left all over her. I stand there, crossing my arms, proud. She loved it. She loved every second of my little game. She won't say it, but the evidence is all over her tits. She spread her own blood over her body as I ate her pussy.

And my god, the honey that I swallowed is better than her blood.

My pants grow tight since my cock is still very much painfully hard and ready to fuck. My balls are full, and they're calling for her…but I won't take her.

I haven't had blue balls like this since a century ago.

I stare at her pretty pink pussy and beautiful brown nipples as I free her wrists and ankles.

"You're a monster," she says, holding her knees to her breasts, and every syllable floats with unsure flinches of pleasure.

Aww, she's flirting with me .

"You have no idea." I wink at her. "You want me to fuck you, but baby, if I do that, you may not live through it."

She glares as her pussy weeps for more.

She quivers, her bleeding lips close, and she holds herself tighter. It takes everything in me and more not to fuck her into another oblivion, but I won't use my tongue the next time she comes, and she'll fall into an obsession.

"These will heal," I point to her open wounds that are starting to clot by her tits and thighs, "but the bite mark on your neck will stay forever. A scar from your monster ."

She turns away from me and stares at the brightening red window, ashamed that she liked it. She loved every second of it. The thought of anyone kissing her body like I just did makes me want to set the whole world on fire.

I'm possessive over her. I can't handle the thought of anyone even looking at her the way I do, never mind talking or touching her.

I open the door and walk out of her room. I turn the skeleton key, locking it just as the sun rises, and I go to my chambers, sulking, angry, and rethinking my plan.

If this is what she makes me feel, no amount of power can do what she does to me. It's ruthless how she makes me ache for her when I sleep.

Maybe…my plan for revenge isn't worth it.

Maybe…The Depraved Prince has a soul willing to share, after all.