All Chapters of Malicious Prince: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhett Mmh- Fuck My head leans back against the wall when my cock is pulled out from the confines of my briefs, standing at full attention as he strokes it starting from the base to the pre cum leaking tip. His other hand is still on my waist, fingers running through my skin causing goose bumps to erupt all over my body and nerves. His damn mouth is causing even more damage against my ear and neck. He’s switching between biting- literally full on teeth, this bastard- and kissing me where he leaves a bite. “Would you...could you stop that” “You have to be specific there, Tesoro” he says working my dick faster and tugging on my earlobe harder with his teeth. My breath caught immediately, a reflexive hitch I couldn’t control, shoulders tightening as if my body wanted to pull away before my mind could decide. “Doesn’t matter, stop touching me”

Rhett I don’t drop her. Not immediately. My arm is still around her waist when I turn, pulse still pounding from the near fall. A man stands a few feet away, shoulders squared, jaw tight like he’s walked into something he doesn’t like.He looks about my age. Maybe a little older. Dark jacket. Breath still visible in the cold air. Behind him, a girl with red hair wearing black overalls with a coat hovers near the doorway, Amber eyes flicking between us like she’s watching a tennis match. “I said,” he repeats evenly, “let her go.” The girl intervenes with a grin. “Wow. Testosterone levels just spiked.” Aurora shifts first. “It’s fine, Marcus,” she says quickly. “I almost wiped out.”Marcus. So this is the dog’s preference. Aurora stands up straight, and I let my hand fall from her waist as the two walk in. "You okay?" Marcus asks her "Yes," Aurora answers. "He caught me," The girl just rolls her eyes as Marus seems to relax a little, his guard still up looking

Luke The alarm goes off at 6:00 a.m. sharp. I’m already awake. I let it ring twice before shutting it off, staring at the ceiling while the campus slowly comes to life outside my window. I shower and prepare for class as usual. Grab a coffee and muffin on my way when some asshole slams into me, pouring the coffee over both of us. Great, just what I needed on a Monday. "Putain de lundi" I hear the guy mutter. He's wearing a grey- now half dark brown with coffee- turtleneck, deep navy tailored blazer, and blue slim tailored trousers. He looked at me, then the mess on my hoodie before sighing and tossing his cup, turning to leave. Just like that. I glance down at the mess soaking into the fabric. No saving this. I make my way back to the dorm. I'm in the hallway when I spot my door open. The door isn’t wide open. Just enough to tell me it didn’t swing that way on its own. Tj didn’t come in last night. And he’s not the type to wake up before noon. I step insi

Unknown Santiago doesn’t invite outsiders. He curates them. By the time I step into Constitutional Law, the invitation has already circulated through the right channels. Selective guest list. After the ball. The usual people - aside from Luke. Professor Hargrove is already mid-lecture when I take my seat. “…precedent is not obligation,” he says, chalk scraping against the board. “It is guidance. The court can, and often does, deviate when circumstance demands.” Circumstance. I opened my notebook. Around me, students type frantically. Highlight excessively. Whisper about Friday’s game, like the outcome will determine their GPA. My phone vibrates once in my pocket. Unknown number. I ignore it. I take clean notes. Short and simple, not that I care about understanding logic. I care about understanding systems. Legal ones,

Luke Cold. It settles into my bones like it belongs there. Like it’s always belonged there. My fingers ache before I can feel them. I try to move them and they respond slowly, stiff, unreliable. The air burns when I breathe in. My teeth knock together once. I clamp my jaw shut to stop it. Don’t shake. I pull my arms closer to my body but it doesn’t help. Nothing helps when the cold is inside you instead of around you. There’s a weight at my back, solid and unmoving. Brick maybe concrete. Something that doesn’t care if I’m there. My stomach twists, It feels scraped out. I swallow against the taste in my mouth- stale, metallic, wrong. My tongue feels too big, throat too dry. Don’t think about food. Thinking makes it worse. There’s breathing near me. Keith. A sound snaps somewhere far off-metal hitting metal. My body goes tight instantly. Heart sla