The Princess Slave

Violette POV

I was out of words when he kissed my shoulder so gently. I didn’t think he was the kissing type.. especially not for me.

I felt his eyes dig into my back like a whip. It made my skin feel like it was on fire. My core began throbbing with need.. but there was no way I would be taken on the desk. Not even if it was a completely different one. The idea of him and her.. seared into my brain and there was no ridding myself of it.

I knew the bed wasn’t an option. At this point, I’d rather be taken on the floor than the desk. At least then I’d have a soft rug under me instead of the wood of the desk digging into my skin.

My eyes wandered out of his office and landed on the part of his bed that was visible. I knew he would never.. but the need to was unreal. I couldn’t even explain it.

My heat must be back.. back with a vengeance. And I knew he knew it. There’s not a chance he didn’t. Of course he’d ask me to join him in his chambers so that he could seduce me. What else would he want?

His fingers caressed my skin, running over the scars on my back like he was skating on fragile ice. Did it disgust him? I know he was tortured by my Father. But I’d never seen him.. naked. So I didn’t know the extent of it. Knowing my father, it was probably as bad as mine, if not worse.

He pressed himself against me, his hard member poking right at my lower back. As I thought back to the last time, I remember how I had to stand on my tippy toes to level with the desk.. to level with him.

He grabbed my hair from over my shoulder and let it rest against my back. Chills ran down my spine when he pressed his face into my hair, taking a deep breath and letting out a low growl. I noticed he does that anytime I’m naked around him. Does he like the smell of me? I knew I liked his scent.. just a bit.

Is this the only reason he wanted me here?

“Turn around.” He said. His husky voice made goosebumps arise on my skin. The burning only got worse with each moment that passed by.

“Yes, Master,” I whispered.

I turned around, and his eyes were pitch black. It would have frightened me.. if it wasn’t for my heat, but it only enticed me even more.

He grabbed me, placing his hand flat against the small of my back, and pulled me against him. My breasts smashed into him, my nipples burned just aching for his mouth to be around them. I couldn’t imagine him ever doing such a thing.. so I shouldn’t want it, but I do.

Goddess, what is wrong with me?

He took deep, shaky breaths as our scents intertwined. With his free hand, he gripped my chin and lifted my face up.

“Do you want me to take you?” He asked. I couldn’t even think with him so close to my face. I knew the answer.. it was on the tip of my tongue.. but I just couldn’t get it out.

“Answer me.” He let out a low warning growl. My eyes focused on his lips, and I opened my mouth to answer.

“I-“ I couldn’t get the words out, which angered him more than I thought it would. This man was anything but normal. He’s the most bipolar and excruciatingly confusing man I’d ever met.

He let out a growl and shoved me away.

“What do you want from me?” He growled. I stood there silently, unsure of what to do or say. It’s like a switch had flipped, and he was filled with rage. I wasn’t sure what I wanted. But he’s the one who started this, so I should be the one asking him that question.

He rushed towards me and I threw up my hands to protect myself, he gripped them hard in his and roared loudly in my face. Out of pure instinct, I growled right back.

I quickly realized my mistake, turning my back and trying to make it out of his chambers but it was too late. He gripped me by the back of my neck and slung me into the floor beside his bed.

“I will not tolerate a whore slave growling in my face.” He growled. I stood up and clenched my fists at my sides tightly.

“I’m not a f*****g whore slave!” I growled and lunged at him. I slammed my fists into his chest violently, I didn’t care if he killed me at this point. I was so angry, I was seeing red. He made me so angry! Everything he does.. everything! It’s as if all my emotions.. my anger and hatred from these past months have come surging back to me.

“Stop it, Violette!” He growled. He slapped me hard and I fell against his bed.

“F**k you! You started this!” I growled.

“No! F**k you!” He growled back. I stood up, holding my stinging face as I glared at him.

He quickly walked towards me with a dangerous look in his eyes. He wrapped his hands around my throat and pinned me to the bed.

I looked him in his eyes as he squeezed the life out of me. I could see the hatred in his eyes like never before.

“You make me so f*****g angry, Violette.” He growled. His eyes darted to my open mouth as I tried to breathe.. and in an instant, something changed in us both. Our lips crashed together fiercely. My skin felt like it could burst into flames at any time. This was nothing.. this was hatred pushing two people to do stupid things.

I ripped his shirt off with my claws causing him to growl in my mouth. He let go of my neck and reached down, pulling off his pants so quickly like he just had to be inside me at this very moment. I gasped in air as I watched him.

He pressed his manhood against me, my heart in my throat as shoved himself inside me with no warning.

I cried in pain, but it gave me a jolt of arousal and I pulled him back against my lips.

“I hate you.” He growled against my lips.

“I-f*****g-hate-you-too.” I growled back. His thrusts grew almost animalistic and I found myself falling over the edge. I bit hard into his shoulder, not caring if it hurt him or not. The taste of his b***d filled my mouth as I coated his d**k with my juices.

“F**k.. f**k.” He growled. He held onto me tighter, my body still convulsing as my o****m goes on. I never imagined it could feel like this.

He sat up, wrapping his hands around my throat and squeezing as he pounded into me relentlessly.

I felt myself getting close again, the roughness of him making everything more intense. The feeling of great pleasure rolled through me once again and I began moaning loudly. I dug my nails into his thighs and looked him in the eyes.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, still struggling to breathe but it was so good. I hated him.. but goddess I needed him. He made me so confused.. so angry.. I wanted him so bad and I hated him and myself for it.

“F**k, Violette.” He m****d.

“Why do you make me like this?” He growled in my face. All I could do was m**n in response to his abuse.

“You’re f*****g mine.. Do you hear me? Mine.” He growled. I nodded as he let go of my neck, wrapping his arms under my thighs and holding them up as he shoved himself deeper inside me.

“So f*****g good..” he m****d. I was so sensitive, my core burning as another o****m took over. He didn’t stop though, he continuously slammed into me as if he’d never get to again. I began seeing stars, and my eyesight was fuzzy and dark.

His body tensed as he got closer.. his eyes were pitch black, as if the beast in him had completely taken over. I clenched my jaw tightly, the world around me crumbling down as he found his release, filling my insides with his seed.

“F**k.. f**k, f**k, f**k.” He growled. He dropped my legs, falling on his hands over me as he breathed heavily.

I tried to catch my breath as we settled down. It felt like it was the most impossible task in this moment. I felt my eyelids become as heavy as concrete, and I saw him look at me with slight worry on his face.

“Violette.. are you okay?” He asked. Before I could respond I felt myself drifting off. I couldn’t stay awake.. it was all so much. The last thing I saw before everything went dark was him staring at me in a way I couldn’t describe.