Heartless Prince by Brook Wilder
Chapter 13
Leda
I had never felt so humiliated in my life as when he tugged on my wrists and walked me like a dog. Tears leaked out of my eyes as we yanked me down the road, my nipples puckering in the cool air each time the torn fabric rubbed over them.
This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening.
Valentino was relentless in his walk, not caring that I stumbled a few times on the gravel road leading up to the house. In no time he had me inside, and I was at least grateful that no one was around to see my humiliation as he forced me up the stairs into a different bedroom than the one I had escaped from.
This one was darker in color, from the bedding to the walls, and I knew immediately it was his bedroom that we had come to.
This is it. He’s going to rape me.
My stomach flipped at the thought. My mind imagined his powerful hands pressing me into the bed while his cock filled me up. The warmth of desire rose up and I felt my cheeks flush. Why was I reacting to this?
Valentino let go of my wrists, shut the door hard, and leaned against it.
“You have not obeyed my rules,” he said calmly as he took off his coat. “You have defied me at every turn in the short time you have been here, Leda. Can I anticipate this to be the fight you will continue to put up?”
When I didn’t answer, he started rolling his sleeves up. The sight of him exposing his strong forearms sent another course of desire through my veins. I caught sight of a tattoo on his left forearm, my eyes darting away quickly so that my heart wouldn’t race any faster.
Despite the fact I had my panties shoved in my mouth, I could feel a moan tickling the back of my nose as a trace of wetness trickled towards my thighs.
What the hell was going on with me?
Was I looking forward to whatever sick punishment he was going to dole out? He could plan on killing me at the end for all I know! Yet here I was, turned on by the image of him rolling up his sleeves!
“Why?” Valentino asked softly, catching my attention once more. “Tell me, Leda. Why did you run?”
I glared at him. Are you serious? How about I don’t want to be owned!
I wanted to go home, go back to my life without my father’s influence. I was just learning how to live without him breathing down our necks, and Lucas Valentino stole it from me before I had a chance to even start enjoying it.
But then again, it really didn’t matter to him why I ran. It wasn’t like he was going to take pity on me and let me go because he liked my answer.
“You are far too hardheaded for your own good,” he muttered as he advanced on me. I stumbled back, the backs of my knees colliding with the bed. The look on his face was positively murderous, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was it.
Was I looking at my death? Was I really going to die wearing a tattered chemise and with my own panties shoved in my mouth?
“You need to be taught a lesson,” Valentino continued as his body pressed against mine. “For breaking my rules.”
Wait, is that a bulge? Holy shit, that feels huge.
Up close, I could see the tic of his unshaven jaw, the slope of his nose that had clearly been broken once before. His hard eyes were framed by the longest lashes, and my heart did a funny swoop when I looked at them for too long.
What a shame someone this gorgeous was so dangerous.
When his hands gripped my hips, I gasped behind the gag, the electric shock against my bare skin sending my thoughts scattering. He must have felt it, too, for his eyes widened just a hair before I was flipped over, my face pressing into the soft mattress.
“You will learn to obey me,” he said roughly right before my ass erupted from the sting of his hand. Pain bloomed through my body. But something else, something dark and unbidden coiled in my stomach.
The second slap was just as painful as the first, and I was barely able to contain my cry—half a squeal of pain, and the other half a moan against the gag. My traitorous body arched against his touch.
Oh God, I actually liked this! The wetness between my thighs intensified, and when his fingers stroked my ass cheek before he slapped it again, I couldn’t hold back my moans.
He flipped me over so that he might look at me. My cheeks reddened as I saw the look on his face. His hand reached out and I flinched, wondering if he was a man who liked to hit.
But all he did was pull my balled up panties out of my mouth. “Tell me you liked that,” he growled, his own chest heaving.
I didn’t know what to say. Did I like that he spanked me? I had never been spanked before, but the way that my body was dialed up to one thousand right now, I felt like I had liked it far too much. Every nerve fiber was pulled taut, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. I wanted his hands all over me.
Clearly Valentino wanted me as well. I could see it in the stubborn clench of his jaw now, the way that his eyes were bright with heat.
The bulge in his pants was unmistakable. The size of it sent a shiver down my spine. Fear and anticipation and want mixed all at once.
Before I had a chance to say anything, he hauled me against him, his hand grasping the back of my neck roughly as his other hand trailed down to my very core. “Tell me you liked it, Leda. don’t lie to me, or there will be consequences.”
I wasn’t even focusing on anything he said now, his fingers pushing between my legs. My dripping folds gave him the answer before I could.
“Hmm,” he said as his other hand tightened on my neck. “I think I have my answer, but I want to hear it from your lips.”
“Yes…” I breathed.
“Yes, what?” His fingers spread me, daring me to fight him.
“Yes, sir,” I cried out as his thumb pressed against my throbbing clit. I wanted release, and I would do nearly anything to have it.
“Good girl,” He whispered, rewarding me with another lazy circle around my clit. “I wonder what else you like.”
I wanted to touch him, but my hands were still bound, my body at the mercy of what he was going to do next. “Please.”
There was a chuckle, and I felt Valentino slip at the entrance of my sex. “I like it when they beg. Tell me, Leda, how many times have you begged?”
God, I couldn’t think straight. His finger teased into me, pushing in and out to stoke a fire that was already simmering under the surface. Between that and his thumb, I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Come for me,” he growled, his fingers flexing against the nape of my neck. “Come only for me.”
And I did. Holy fuck did I come. I cried out as the orgasm hit me full force. My knees weakened, and when Valentino let go of my neck, I practically collapsed to the ground, the impact rattling my bones.
“Good girl,” Valentino whispered as I gasped for breath.
The orgasm had shattered me, turned my bones into jelly. Daringly, I looked up to find him fumbling with his zipper, a hard look on his handsome face, and my breath caught.
He was going to fuck me. My body shivered at the thought, wondering what being dominated by someone like him would feel like. Clearly this was a role he had a lot of practice in.
“Give me your hands,” he said roughly. I held them up, and he ripped away the material bounding them like it was nothing. He placed my hands on the top of his slacks and slowly, I gave them a tug until his cock fell out.
And boy, did it fall out.
His cock was huge, the purple head already adorned with a drop of pearl at its tip. His hand gripped my chin, and I felt him pulling my mouth towards it.
He wanted me to suck him. Involuntarily, I licked my lips, curious to know how he would taste in my mouth. I knew my thoughts were irrational, considering everything that had happened up until now.
But something about how he handled me, how he made me do whatever he wanted awoke a feeling that was now itching to break free from deep within my core.
So I didn’t protest when he shoved his cock in my mouth, his thumb between my teeth to keep my jaw open in order to accommodate his size. Valentino grunted, his other hand shifted to the back of my head, and relaxed just enough for me to bring my own hand up to wrap around his shaft.
He jerked slightly at the contact and swatted my hand away. “Mouth only, Princess.”
It was clear. This was for him. Not for me.
I clasped my hands behind me for balance as he shoved himself deep into my throat, gagging me. Tears blurred my eyes. Pleasure and pain, excitement and degradation, all mixed together at once.
I should be ashamed, but surprisingly, I wasn’t.
I wanted more.
His thrusts became harder, and I knew he was getting close. Never in my life had I let anyone do this to me. Never had anyone had this sort of control over me, and I was scared at what I felt about it.
His scent—musk tinted with a hint of smoke—drowned out all other smells as he gripped his hand tighter behind my head. His cock was stiffening.
With a guttural groan, his taste flooded my mouth, and he pulled me close to him as he came. I had no choice but to swallow every ropey spurt. Too much. It’s too much. I placed my hand against his thighs, desperate to breathe.
He held me—struggling—against his bucking hips as he continued emptying himself in my mouth and down my throat. My world grew blurry in a haze of tears. I coughed, and felt his seed running down my chin.
Finally, he pulled away with a grunt and I gasped for air, coughing. A thin gossamer stream clung to the corner of mouth and dropped to the floor, pooling between my legs. I refused to look at him.
My cheeks burned with shame, not because of what he made me do.
But because I liked it.
No, not just liked…
I wanted it.
