Dirty Wicked Prince Novels & Stories

This time, I will be touching myself to thoughts of Domenic Darkshadow. Never in a million years did I imagine that I would be touching myself to thoughts of the ruler of a Russian Mafia who also happens to be a vampire prince. But strange things happen every day I guess. Especially in my life! I rubbed my clit slowly as I picture his hands on me, trailing everywhere and setting my whole body on fire. I could picture his lips on my neck. His hands chocking my neck as he whispered. "You've been such a bad girl Kate, and bad girls needs to be taught a lesson."

Marco's eyes slowly move back to Hyatt and his thoughts drifted somewhere for a moment. An ancient vampire resembles a human in his 40s. Long hair and is considered as one of the royal family's closest friends. What was once a regal man with a respected position as the king's closest mate is now a bloodied mess with an arm ripped from his body, cuts that cause his body to be soaked in blood. He looked no different than a tortured wet rat. Bastard deserves it. "Tra.i...tor..." He says, gasping for air and he can't help but find his pathetic state hilarious. The guts of this man to still hurl insults when his life was in HIS hand.

As if she heard my inner perverted thoughts of her, Lyra looks up and smirks at me. This woman; my woman was made to sin, the twitch in my pants as me turning away the last thing I needed was a fucking bonner in front of our men. Lyra winks at me and licks her lips, and all I can think of is sticking my dick between they plump red naughty lips of hers; my Princess of darkness.

“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.

It was a sign that the dark magic was turning against its user. "I'm the prince! I'm the only heir! That girl was thrown away long ago! Nobody knows! Nobody knows!" He shrieked, and a surge of dark energy burst from within him, instantly shattering the pumpkin vines wrapped around his legs. Rosalie's expression changed drastically. "This is bad! That's a forbidden dark magic curse! He's going to level this entire place!" A violent gust of wind tore through, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere. Prince Adrian barely looked human at this point. His eyes blazed red, and dark energy swirled around him as he advanced toward us, sword in hand. "Since you know the truth, you all have to die! O

he stammered, taken aback, "I bring news your highness." Thomas nodded and turned to Valeria, "Clean me," he ordered her, gesturing to his cock which was still sticky with his sperm. Valeria paled, glancing from the Prince's face, to his slimy cock, to the page boy standing nervously at the door. The beautiful noblewoman could not believe that the Prince wanted her to do such a humiliating and demeaning act in front of a low classed servant boy. Valeria nodded and swallowed, tasting the remnants of his cum already on her tongue. She then dutifully took hold of the Prince's shrinking cock and bent over, lifting it to her lips. The smacking sound of her sucking filled the otherwise silent room

And she liked to be fucked and abused and derived some masochistic pleasure out of it. Ian was the youngest prince in the family, and he recently turned 24. He was known for his insatiable appetite and ability to drive a woman insane with lust. His older brothers were rumored to be cruel and abusive. Damian, who was next in line for the throne, had a beautiful wife until last year, but she got sick of his twisted acts in bed and ran away with my cousin, a gorgeous man with a big dick. They both were rumored to be dead now.

He responded, "Elias Langley, first prince of the Allsbrook empire and next in line for the throne." "Did you just say prince?" I asked, eyes widening. "As in royalty? Kind of a big deal? That kind of prince?" I had to have misunderstood him somehow. There was just no way I woke up in a prince's bed with no recollection of anything beforehand. "Yes, I am a prince. Is that so hard to believe?" He looked slightly offended by my reaction. "Everyone knows who I am." Prince... This guy was not only a mythical creature, but he was also a prince and soon-to-be king of an entire empire. What had I just gotten myself into?

Tyler said as he looked upon them all, with pure fear in his eyes, knowing that they had all come back for his soul and the power that he had taken from them. Raising his hand to them, it was clear that he was trying to use the power that he had stolen from Lyra and myself, but nothing happened, as he now stood there powerless before them. “You all are nothing but powerless ghosts and can do no harm to me. I am the Dark Prince, damn it!” He now screamed out to them, as if that meant anything to them. If anything, I could see that it infuriated them all, as they all knew how he had gotten that title, by stealing each and everyone of their lives from them.

I was so taken by that intoxicating feeling that it took me a long time to notice that while the prince of lust kissed my mouth, my neck was gently sucked by someone else's lips. Vraxlon moved far enough away to see my face, and there was a cruël smile enveloping his lips. He took a step away to the side, and right in front of me, Octavius, prince of pride, appeared. It was a much more disconcerting sight than any of my most perverted dreams. Octavius was completely naked, and his deeply blue eyes shone with the tone of perfect malice.