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“Why? Can’t stand the thought of me being your first” He pushes his fingers further “Of me making you my submissive?” He presses down harder going knuckles deep “Or of the fact that you like how I have my way with you?” I moan and clench around his fingers when he presses somewhere inside me that made my knees feel weak, cock about to burst. “Seems I found your prostate” “N-no...stop” Shit why am I stuttering? “Too Late, Tesoro... you have already lost this deal”

On Alex's order, one of his goons kicked me hard in the gut. I stumbled backward, unable to dodge, and my head slammed into the corner of a table. Alex lost it. "You got a death wish or something? How many times have I told you guys–no rough stuff until we're sure!" The hit I took from Josh was still throbbing, and I could feel something warm trickling down. Propped against the table, I touched the back of my head, and my hand came away bloody. My sight started to dim, and my consciousness was slipping away, my body not responding.

I shivered as his hot breath brushed against my neck. I instinctively took a step back. The sinister smirk on his lips made my heart pound heavily in my chest. "And in return, I will take something precious from you." I gulped, knowing he doesn't mean my virginity. Then what? "Something precious?" He nodded. "You will lose something you will claim as yours, yet never truly own. You will be shattered... broken beyond repair, yet unable to do anything about it. You won’t bleed, but the pain will hurt thousands of times more than everything you have suffered before."

“Now it’s time for your reward.” He untied me from the frame and led me to a large bed. He pushed me down onto it and spread my legs, revealing my wet pussy. “You’re already so wet,” he growled, rubbing his fingers along my slit. “You enjoy being whipped, don’t you, my little pain slut?” I moaned as he slipped a finger inside me, pumping it in and out. “Yes, Master,” I gasped. “I love it when you hurt me.” The prince smiled cruelly and undid his pants, freeing his large, hard cock. He positioned himself between my legs and thrust into me roughly. I cried out at the sudden intrusion, but soon found myself rocking my hips to meet his thrusts.

Braun shouted as the lacertins had gathered around and formed a circle around the two of them; cheering and hissing. Savage kept on throwing everything he had at the prince and he did his best to hold his on. He threw punches at him a few of which caught him in the face and chest and even whipped his tail at him; a tail whip that knocked him to the ground and would have smacked him in the face had he not rolled away.

“Charlotte, you don't have to worry about me. After I finish this bastard, I will definitely save you right away.” Before he could reply, the assistant suddenly attacked Gabriel from behind, causing Charlotte's gaze to widen. “Watch out, Gabriel!!” This time the Prince mustered all his energy to fight against his enemy. He grabbed the sleeve of the assistant's shirt, then crashed into the wall violently while punching him with a cruel look. BRUKK BRUKK Prince's compassion for the current situation has been temporarily buried. His cruel attitude continues to burn in him while imagining the cruel torture process experienced by his woman through video calls.

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

Kevin screamed until the owner of the name woke up. "Tsk, what's wrong?! You disturbed my sleep!" The man glanced at Kevin for a moment, then closed his eyes again. "Get up, or I'll kill you!" Kevin said coldly and flatly, but stabbed deep inside. "Tch! If you weren't the Prince, I would have smashed your body into pieces first!" cried Randy, annoyed. "Come with me quickly and don't talk too much!" Kevin ordered staring intently at the man in front of him.

I was ready this time. I caught his wrist and literally twisted it, paralysing him. He shouted in pain and tried to get out of my grip but I wasn’t going to let him get away so easily after he’d hit me. I raised my other hand and curled it into a fist. I punched him real hard on the face and he fell pathetically. “Son of a bitch,” I muttered, angry now. I’d busted his lip and watched the blood ooze out. “Don’t you dare spit on my floor, dumbass or I’ll break you. You think that cuz I’m a Prince, I’m a weakling?”

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.