Corrupt Prince by Ivy Mason

Seventeen

Three days.

Three days of nothing.

No word from Dante or Knight.

Plus, there was a tension between Marisol and me, because, I thought, she figured out how I'd manipulated her. She hadn’t even brought me any more cookies. And I was like, totally addicted to them, so I now considered her my medieval torture person.

Plus, three days of no effing sign of Coulter, and it was driving me mad.

Dante had assured me that Coulter would be okay, had seemed pretty damn sure about it, but how did I know I could trust him?

I went to bed the third night anxious, and I stared up at the ceiling for what felt like hours before I felt something on my back.

Fingers, brushing down my skin.

I jumped, my eyes bolting open, realizing that I'd fallen asleep.

I fell onto my back, my heart thumping loudly in my chest.

The face of Coulter loomed over me.

I squinted my eyes, trying to calm my erratic heartbeat, taking him in. He looked like they'd beat the shit out of him. He didn't have a shirt on, and you could see small round burn marks dotting his chest. Cigarette burns.

His stomach was full of bruises. Cuts, bruises, and indistinguishable marks trailed the rest of his body. Maybe they’d beat him with a whip? Or a belt?

The sight was sickening.

I gave him a forced smile. “You look like shit."

"I feel like it too."

His hair was wet, and drops of water rolled down his neck to drip on my face. He must have just showered. There was something else different about him, and it took me a moment to realize what it was.

His eyes.

There was no light in them. They were emotionless, cold, hard.

My chest grew heavy, aching for what he must have gone through.

I reached forward, tentatively touching his cheek. "Are you okay?"

He grinned, showing beautiful teeth and sensual lips, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm great."

My throat was suddenly dry, and I swallowed hard. "You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m the best liar.” When I didn’t respond, his throat bobbed, his eyes softening. "You saved me."

My fingers moved to his lips, and I traced over them softly. I didn’t want to talk about that. "Did you get the notebook?”

He chuckled humorlessly. "It's too late for that. The good doctor already spoke to my father."

“And?"

He shook his head, his expression darkening, and grunted. "Don't know."

His shoulders were strained as he leaned over me. I could feel his hands trembling from the pressure. The blackness under his eyes revealed how exhausted he must be.

"I may have something for you." I was staring at his lips because looking into his eyes made me feel so strange. Cold. Like I was staring into some kind of nothingness.

"You do?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I got Marisol drunk the other night."

He exhaled a chuckle. "You did?"

I pulled up a shoulder. "The woman needs more female companionship. She opened up."

He reached forward, shifting his weight to cup my cheek, while his thumb pressed down on my lip. "You're a little miracle worker."

I smirked. “I have some skills."

"What did she tell you?"

"Mostly she talked about you as a kid," I bit down on my smile, she'd had some interesting stuff to tell me about Coulter's mischievousness, "but she also told me, after she was really drunk, that,” I lowered my voice, whispering for some reason, “Bourbon's mom was actually in love with your uncle."

Coulter stiffened over me.

"And that," I continued, "they were actually supposed to marry, but Nero took her instead. She also told me that it was a big secret that they'd continued on in an affair for several years behind Nero's back."

"Fuck," Coulter swore, lifting his head to stare at the wall behind me.

"Does that help you?"

He looked back down at me, and there was a strange shift in his face. He slid his thumb in my mouth and, leaning down, he pressed into it, stroking my tongue with the pad. "Baby girl, you have no idea how much you've helped me."

Pulling his thumb out, he slid two fingers in my mouth. He stroked them, in and out, making my saliva pool and a flame crawl slowly down my skin to between my thighs.

“You've been such a good girl, little baby nightmare." He was pressed against me, his firm, strong body so heavy, just how I liked it. I was worried about his injuries but he didn’t seem to mind. His gaze was heated, his eyes filled with lust. “And you know what happens to good girls.”

His words made me ache. In my chest, my belly, down to the vee of my thighs. I wanted him to touch me there. To stroke me softly, to solidify the connection between us. I’d wanted him for so long, the need growing stronger every day. It had been torture to sleep next to him, to have him so close to me, and not touch him.

That needed to change.

I’d been a good girl, and I deserved my reward.

I didn't answer him, just stared into his eyes. Digging my elbows into the bed, I arched my back, pressing my breasts up against his chest and let out a soft moan.

His eyes darkened with lust, and he shoved another finger into my mouth. "Good girls get rewarded. Would you like to be rewarded, Aster?"

I nodded, choking out my answer around his fingers. "Yes."

His expression darkened. "Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

“Good girl.” He slid four fingers into my mouth. “Four fingers. Four times I'm going to reward you tonight. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Oh God," I choked on his fingers, wetness pooling in my center. "Please.”

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out and sat back, his expression dark. "Take your clothes off."

I hurried to obey. It didn't take me long to strip off my silk nightgown and panties. He took the lace G-string and shoved it in the pocket of his sweats. "Lean back on your elbows."

I shifted, and did what he said. His eyes went to my breasts, heavy and needy for him. There was a fire in his eyes, and he lowered his gaze from my breasts to my stomach, then my legs. "Open for me."

I parted them, and the heat that radiated from his look sent a shiver up my whole body, making my nipples perk.

"Don't move."

Leaning forward, he parted my pussy lips, then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my clit. "You’re flawless, Aster. You have the most perfect pussy I've ever seen."

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, anticipation for his touch making my hips roll.

A sharp pain bit my inner thigh as he slapped it. "I told you not to move. Look at me, Aster."

My eyes flew open and I raised my head to stare at him.

"Look at me while I taste your pretty pussy." Gripping my thighs he yanked me down. Then, still staring into my eyes, he closed his mouth down over my cunt.

Dios mio.His mouth was so warm, and his tongue stroked up my slit, then pressed on my clit. My chest hitched, and the intensity between us heightened as he ate me out.

I'd never watched a guy do that before. Somehow, it made things so much more raw between us. More real.

My chest tightened, making my stomach clench as he lazily stroked, licked, and flicked my clit. I hitched a breath, whimpering. God, it felt so good, I could lie here all day and have him eat me out.

His eyes were molten, heated by lust, making me feel sexy and wanted. They held me captive, not leaving mine as he brought me to the edge.

The fluttering pull of his mouth sent me soaring as the pressure between my legs pulsed, then detonated, shooting through my whole body like a thunderbolt.

I came, amazed at how quickly he brought me to my orgasm.

My heart pounded, my whole body shaking, as it washed over me.

"We're not done, baby," he grunted into me, pressing gentle kisses onto the top of my pelvis, then he dug his chin into my softness, the scruff of his jaw prickling my inner lips.

“My God.” That felt so good.

He started all over, kissing and licking and flicking with his tongue, except this time, he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

He started out with one, then slowly added another one, and I felt so full. He added another one, stretching me, and I gripped the sheets, my head falling back, unable to stop myself.

"Squeeze your tits," he said as he slid his fingers in and out, fucking my cunt relentlessly.

I pressed my breasts together, and he groaned. Grabbing my leg, he shoved it upwards to splay me wider. "Next time, I'm going to fuck those.”

"Yes," I breathed, feeling so exposed but so sexy at the same time. I played with my nipples, then pushed them together, giving him a show as my body tightened again.

He tilted his wrist down and his fingers inside me crooked. Pressing his tongue on my clit, he began to tap, tap, on something inside me.

Oh. My. God.

I came, screaming, my body violently shaking as my orgasm ripped through me. I felt everything all at once, as if the sky opened up and poured lightning through my body.

I came and came, even as he didn't let up, until, exhausted, I pressed my legs together and turned onto my side.

He chuckled darkly against my skin. "Did you like that?"

I nodded, barely able to speak, a shiver crawling up my back as he trailed his mouth up my body. Kissing me softly, from outside my thigh, up the side of my stomach. Then he moved me onto my back, his lips tickling the skin of my breasts, his tongue and teeth flicking my nipples.

At the same time, the tips of his fingers brushed over my skin, stroking, caressing. So tender and sweet, like he cherished me.

His dick was thick and engorged, pressing into my thigh, my stomach, and I reached down under his sweatpants, wrapping my fingers around it. His eyes shuttered close, groaning, low and deep.

He leaned upwards to press his lips against my ear, kissing and nibbling, and I began to stroke him.

Somehow, his dick grew larger, thicker, and I whimpered, trying to pull him up and over me, desperate to feel him inside me. “Coulter.”

"You want me, baby?” Coulter whispered in my ear. "Want my cock inside you?”

I moaned, nodding. "Yes, sir."

"Want me to fill up your sweet cunt with my seed?”

"I nodded. "Yes."

"Beg. Beg me baby, and I'll give you what you need."

"Please," I moaned, my hand moving faster, my body jerking as his own fingers went to my pussy, playing with it.

"Yes," I hissed, shifting my hips, fucking his hand as I pumped him faster and faster.

He groaned against my ear, a low, deep groveling noise that had me gushing. “I’ll let you come baby, but I need one thing from you first.”

“Anything.”

“Tell me what happened in the club.”

I stilled, but he didn’t let up, and I shuttered a breath, torn between his words and his fingers on my cunt.

“Tell me the truth, why you were so freaked out.” He lowered his mouth to my pussy.

I closed my eyes, closing him off, not answering.

“Tell me, baby,” his tongue rasped through my lips, “tell me and I’ll let you come again.”

“You said,” I tried to speak, though my words came out breathless, “I’d already earned four orgasms.”

“True,” He nipped one of my pussy lips, pulling on it softly. Then his tongue snaked out, stroking over it. The man played with my cunt the way most men ate their food, like he was savoring the taste. “But I never said you wouldn’t have to do anything else to earn them.”

“You’re such,” I exhaled a breath as his tongue swiped over my clit, “a cheater.”

“Tell me,” he growled, his fingers crooking up inside me again, tap, tap, taping.

“Ahhh!” I clenched my fingers through his hair to make him press harder. I wanted to yeet him up and over me, then slide myself down on his big cock. “Coulter.”

He stroked, filling me, playing with my clit until my whole body tensed.

Then he pulled out and climbed up my body, laying on top of me, his face inches from mine.

I whimpered, squirming, so fucking needy. This wasn’t fair! I wrapped my legs around him, rocking my hips, trying to come again.

He chuckled, then, grabbing my cheeks, he kissed me. Slowly, his tongue thrusting in my mouth, exploring me.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me and I’ll let you come.” His fingers caressed my skin, so sweetly, but I didn’t want sweet. I wanted to fucking come!

I growled, nipping at his mouth, and he pulled back, splaying a grin that finally reached his eyes. “You frustrated, little nightmare?”

“Yes.” I nodded, then rolled my hips and clutched my tits, enticing him. His eyes roamed my body lazily, his hand reaching down. He slipped his fingers through my slit, stroking, stroking.

“Yes,” I hissed, fucking relieved.

“You wanna come, baby?” He kissed me, playing with my cunt.

God, the man knew how to touch me.

“Yes, please.”

“How badly do you want to come?”

“Please, sir.” I skipped the step where he asked me to beg. “Please make me come.”

“I just need a few words, and I’ll let you.” He pulled back and, jerking my legs open, he slapped my pussy.

I lurched, my eyes widening, my chest bucking outward as he stared down at me with those golden, predator eyes. He slapped it again then shoved his fingers up inside me, pumping so harshly that a vicious wave of arousal shot through me. “At least tell me why you don’t want to tell me.”

Tears sparked in my eyes, my emotions exploding under his touch.

I felt everything in that moment, all the experiences of my past shooting through my mind, my words bursting from me. “Panic attacks, okay? I get panic attacks.”

Just as I said the words, the pressure between my legs shattered, and I came, screaming, tears draining down my cheeks at the same time. Pulling his fingers out, he pulled me close and tucked my body into his, his eyes filled with such concern. He pressed kisses to my cheeks, kissing away my tears. I wrapped my arms around him, tucking my head into the crook of his neck, the tears still flowing.

God, I hated feeling like this. Hated my angst, hating being vulnerable.

“Shhh,” he soothed, “it’s okay, Aster. You’re safe with me.”

He held me as I cried. Not big sobs, but I let my emotions go, draining down my cheeks in big, fat, salty tears as he comforted me, caressing me with his fingers.

For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

Cared for.

My revelation hadn’t sent him running, or closing off. Instead, he’d done what he was always doing: protecting and comforting me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling like he’d built a shield around my heart. That he would take care of it.

I pulled in a deep breath, not knowing how I felt about that.

Coulter’s life was complicated, and dangerous. And yet, I felt like I could trust him.

I pressed into him, needing more.

Even though I was asking a lot of him, I still needed more.

I took his hand and pressed it against my breast, being brave, and looked into his eyes. “You still owe me another orgasm.”

While his gaze heated, and he trickled the tips of his fingers over my skin, making my nipples perk, he smiled. “Greedy little thing.”

I nodded. “For you.”

His thumb went to my lower lip, and he leaned in, kissing me softly. Then he pulled back and, rolling over, he stepped off the bed. He slipped off his sweatpants, languidly walking over to his dressers.

I studied his sexy body, the muscles of his back and perfect ass. The lithe way he moved.

"Condom?" I asked.

He shook his head, opening a drawer. "We’re not going to need a condom."

My lips were suddenly dry. "Uh, what? Why not?”

When he turned back around, he had a grin on his face and a mischievous glint to his eyes. “Because, I said so.”

He held out his hand, showing what looked like a silk tie and a bottle of lube. He had something else in his other hand, but he put his hand behind his back, hiding it from me as he walked back to the bed. Climbing on the bed, he quickly tucked the mysterious object under the sheets and out of sight.

Taking one of my hands he began to thread the silk tie around it. I let him tie both my hands over my head to the bed, and he settled in between my thighs.

Using one hand, he pressed them open again, and the cool air hit my pussy. He stared at it, running his finger through it, then pinching my nipples, alternating, making a heat pool in my belly again.

"Coulter," my voice was weak, needy. “Stop toying with me.”

“But I like to play with you.”

“I need you inside me. Now.”

"I know baby.” Leaning down, he kissed between my thighs gently, then suddenly, he ripped my thighs apart harshly, stretching them so far that they were shaking. “Do you trust me, Aster?"

I felt so exposed. So vulnerable.

And yet, I knew from deep within me that he needed me to say yes. And, as I stared into those golden eyes, I realized the truth of it. I did trust him.

"Yes." I nodded. "Yes."

"That's good, little nightmare." His lips twisted upwards into a wicked smile that made me falter.

His finger trailed lower, then he shoved his fingers up inside me, slamming knuckles against my cunt, fucking me with them harshly, making it squeal.

Fuck. Fuck!

It was so fast, how he went from sweet to harsh, it made me so needy of the dominance of it. His other hand went to my throat, and he pounded up into my cunt with his hand, so rough that I was going to come any second. My head fell back and I bucked against his hand.

Suddenly stopping, he gripped my hips, then shoved my legs wider again. He flipped the top of the lube and squeezed it right over my ass.

Oh god. Not there.

"Yes there," he answered, as if he could read my mind. Then, without hesitation, he slid a finger up inside my asshole, lubing it up.

I sucked in a breath. Even though he'd used a generous amount of lube, it still burned. "It's okay, doll, I swear it only burns a little."

Leaning over, he began to stroke my clit with one finger, while inserting another finger into my ass. Then, scissoring, he began to stretch me.

It hurt but, with his finger stroking my clit, I began to relax.

His actions grew more intense, his fingers scissoring, stretching my asshole. I was so torn, and on the edge between pleasure and pain, with need strumming through me. I hitched a breath, the pressure building once more. Pulling his fingers out, he aligned his dick with my hole just as an orgasm detonated through me. Ripping me open as I was coming, he shoved himself inside me.

I screamed, fingers clawing at the bed as he moved, slowly but steadily up inside me to the hilt. He leaned down to slide his fingers up inside me. Pain turned to pleasure as his cock hit something inside me.

"You've been so good, baby, so good." He curled his fingers again, tapping, tapping, and I inhaled a breath, clenching my fingers into my palms, marking them with my nails. “But the thing is, I never punished you for being a bad girl that one day."

Suddenly, his hand was gone and my eyes flew open. I raised my head to look at him, and he revealed what he'd hidden from me earlier.

The top neck of the bottle of wine that I'd drunk, with the cork still intact.

He held it up to me. "You see, this was special to me. It doesn't matter why, only that you shouldn't have drunk it."

“What?" I tried to pull my hands down but they yanked at the restraints.

That damn wicked smile was back. Leaning upwards onto his knees, he adjusted himself. “Be a good girl, baby.” Then, staring into my eyes, he slid the glass up inside me, cork first, and began to fill me with it.

Oh. God. What if that thing shattered inside me?

“So sexy. So perfect.” He began to thrust, his dick in my ass, his hand moving the glass in and out of me.

My alarm about the glass intensified my emotions, and I clenched around it. Something deep inside me burned my own need into a fervor.

I felt a warmth hit my skin, and I realized it was his own blood. He was cutting himself with the edge of the glass. It only made me wetter, to see the heat and passion in his gaze quickly becoming lost in a haze of lust and need. He didn’t care that he was hurting himself, his blood blending with our juices.

Instincts took over, and we fucked in a frenzy.

I was full of him in my ass, the glass in my cunt, and when he started playing with my clit again, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I moaned, deep and loud, so fucking needy and feeling so full.

"Yes!" I pleaded, moving with him, as he slammed into me, again and again, breaking me open, tearing me in two. Over and over, he pummeled into me, fucking my pussy with the glass then playing with my clit. My spine bowed, my stomach clenched.

“I’m coming!”

He ripped the glass from me, tossing it to the side and I shattered.

I came, fucking came the hardest I'd ever come in my life.

At the same time, he groaned, and his warm cum filled me up, sliding out of my ass as he pummeled me like a man possessed.

He bucked, one last time, then slowed down, still pumping, grinding into me.

I watched him, my chest heaving and the electric sensation of my orgasm washing through me. I loved, loved the fucking possessive look on his face as he stared down at his cum, leaking from me.

He smeared it on my thighs, the blood from his cut, mixing with it, his gaze burning.

Then he climbed up me, his sexy body humming and stretching as he untied me.

I wrapped my arms around him, loving the sticky, sweaty feel of his skin against mine.

We lay like that for a long moment, then he slid to my side and tucked me into him. His fingers traced over my breasts, leaving smeared traces of cum and blood, and he pressed soft kisses against my cheek. "Are you okay?"

I nodded.

"Was that okay?" I turned to look at him and could see the guilt lining his eyes. "Was I too harsh?"

I cupped his cheek, and couldn't hold back my smile. "I loved it." Then I leaned up and kissed him.

He clasped my face and we kissed, slowly, softly, gently, for what felt like forever until my eyes blinked and I fell asleep in his arms.