The Bastard Prince (Crellids Book 1)

by Chloe Walsh

  I couldn’t watch this.

  I would die.

  "No…" the one-word plea tore from my throat – from my heart – before I had a chance to stop myself. Please don’t…

  Trigger stiffened, but he didn’t turn around to face me.

  "Come, little lamb," Fabio taunted in a condescending tone, patting his knee. "Come and watch your rey ravish another queen."

  My feet were moving before my brain could catch up, but I didn’t go to Fabio.

  Hands moving to the hem of my knee-length sundress, I yanked it over my head, letting the fabric fall away.

  Naked to the room full of men, I moved straight for my wolf.

  You're crazy, Ashton.

  This is madness.

  You've lost your fucking mind.

  Not stopping until I reached Trig, I roughly pulled on his arm, forcing him to turn away from the whore before he went too far and broke me beyond repair.

  When he turned around and saw me, his eyes blazed with an angered heat. "Corderito."

  More docile and compliant than I had ever been before, I hoisted my naked ass onto the table. Then, without a word, I spread my legs apart and bared myself to every man in the room.

  Trigger's nostrils flared.

  His eyes flashed with anger.

  But he didn’t fight me.

  Instead, he closed the space between us, clamped his big hands on my hips, and pulled me closer.

  "Cordero malo," he whispered against my lips, as the thick crown of his shaft pressed against my entrance.

  "Lobo malo," I breathed, heart racing violently in my chest, pressing my lips to his just as he pushed deep inside of me.

  The moment he was inside of me, his big dick ramming into me over and over, the audience around us seemed to fade away.

  "Fascinating," one of the men said in wonder. "She doesn’t fight him."

  "On the contrary," another mused. "She gives herself willingly to him."

  "Name your price, Fabio," the Texan drawled, clearly aroused by our frantic fucking. "I will pay any amount for her."

  Their words only seemed to encourage Trigger, who fucked me harder and rougher. With the exception of where his boxers and slacks rested on the curve of his hard ass, he was still fully clothed, his perfect body completely concealed from sight.

  Falling back on my elbows, I cried out, unable to mask my arousal or pleasure, as Trig took his fucking to new heights.

  Mouth agape and spread open, I stared in wonder at the powerful man between my legs. His violent penetration of my body felt like too much and not enough all in one breath. I could do nothing but cling to the table and pray he didn’t break me in half.

  Something's wrong, my gut assured me.

  Shut the fuck up and enjoy, my body sneered as I tumbled closer to my climax.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the whore was now on all fours, with Fabio thrusting violently into her.

  The men weren't looking at Fabio and his whore, though.

  No.

  All eyes were on us.

  Turning my head away, I clenched my eyes shut and tried to lose myself in the moment once more, in the fabulous way he fucked me raw, but an incessant voice in the back of my mind continued to scream danger.

  I heard the familiar click just moments before my body jumped into action.

  Moving quicker than lightning, and with Trig still thrusting into me, I lunged for the holsters at his sides.

  I had both guns in my hands before Trigger had a chance to register what was happening.

  Trig's eyes flared with a mixture of pain and betrayal, his body turning to stone inside of me, when I cocked both hammers and aimed at his chest.

  Squinting, I stretched my arms out ever so slightly to the sides.

  And then I fired both barrels.

  The sound of the gunshots was deafening, but it didn’t drown out the sound of my heart as it pounded violently against my ribcage.

  "Corderito." Frozen in place, Trigger continued to stare down at me in horror. "What the fuck –"

  "Well shit, son," the Texan drawled, sounding impressed. "Pretty as a peach and doubles as a bodyguard?" He blew out a whistle. "Hell, I don’t blame you for not wanting to share her."

  Twisting around, Trig looked on as the two men from the meeting, who only moments ago had guns aimed at the back of his head, lay in a pool of blood on the floor. "Motherfucker!"

  Meanwhile, Fabio watched on in silence, with an unreadable expression etched on his face.

  Exhaling a relieved sigh, I returned Trigs guns to their holster and fell back on my elbows, position resumed. "Keep going." Blowing out a shaky breath, I rocked my hips against his. "I'm almost there."

  All hell broke loose after that.

  Members of The Order came thundering into the room, exclaiming that we had a traitor in our midst. When they noticed the lifeless corpses on the ground, they quickly set to work, obeying the orders being reeled off by a stoic looking Trig.

  Fabio, along with the Texan, the other men from the meeting, and several of his armed guards, disappeared into his lair.

  Choosing to remove myself from the mayhem, I wandered over to the liquor cabinet, thrilled that no one tried to stop me, and opened the glass cabinet door.

  Naked as the day I was born, I trailed my finger over the countless bottles before selecting an expensive looking Russian Vodka.

  Score.

  Flicking the cap off the bottle, I poured myself the biggest glass I could and then slumped in a chair at the head of the table, taking everything in.

  Laid out on part of the enormous table were countless documents and papers, several empty tumblers, a half empty bottle of whiskey, an ash tray, and Trig's weed tin.

  Not bothering to ask for permission, I reached for the tin and snatched up the pre-rolled joint that was nestled inside. Putting it to my lips, I sparked up and took a deep hit, reveling in the burn in my lungs and the tingling dizziness that laid over my skin like a warm blanket of comfort.

  Three hits later and I was there. I was back in my own mind, calm enough to be in the moment and not clam up in paralyzed fear.

  With the joint balancing between my lips, I placed my hands on the cool leather armrests, nails biting into the expensive leather and allowed my mind to drift off, remembering what my own father had looked like when he sat at this table.

  Did I look like him?

  Did I drip power from my fingertips like he had?

  From the way the men around me ignored my presence, I doubted it.

  Still, I closed my eyes and took another deep hit, allowing myself to pretend for a moment that I was the queen of this castle and these men were my minions.

  Women ruled the world and men bowed beneath us.

  9

  I could hear the soft feminine moans and deep male groaning noises coming from the other side of the door.

  My blood ran cold in my veins.

  I was attuned to the sound of sex.

  To the sound of raw, animalistic fucking.

  Danger was all around me.

  Stepping foot inside that room meant almost certain death.

  I would be falling on my own knife.

  Still, I curled my fingers around the brass knob and pushed the door inwards.

  Curious little lamb.

  Strangely enough, my first emotion when my eyes landed on the countless naked bodies strewn around the great room was not horror.

  Virginal or not, this was the norm to me. I grew up in this world, surrounded by naked bodies and violent penetration. I had been primed for this fate, and I knew exactly what this room was used for.

  Brothels.

  Because of this, the only emotion flowing through my veins was immense relief.

  Because Fabio was not in attendance at tonight's monthly taster.

  He wasn't here and my odds of surviving the night had risen significantly.

  My gaze flicked over every last one of them, every bare woman and man, every
couple, and every whore with three and four male clients on her.

  I didn’t bat an eyelid as I stood in the doorway in my white nightdress, clutching his dagger so tightly in my hand that blood dripped from my fingertips.

  My purpose tonight was not to judge or envy these women.

  It was not to question human physiology, or wonder how so many cocks could enter one body.

  My purpose was to prove a point.

  And take revenge.

  Uncaring of the slicing pain in my hand, and driven forward by my thirst for vengeance, I spied the room and when I found him, sprawled out on the leather couch, still semi-clothed, with his arms stretched across the back of the leather, and a woman on her knees between his legs, I let my instincts take over.

  Stepping around the couples fucking on the floor, I prowled towards the couch, lip curled up in fury.

  Silent as a ghost and with my target in sight, I weaved between the debauchery and whoring, ignoring the screams and sounds of flesh pounding against flesh, balls slapping against pussy, not stopping until I was standing behind her.

  The blonde.

  Tamisha.

  His whore for the night.

  I knew all about the Cuban whore, with her perfect tits and her unusual hair. She had become my obsession for many weeks now. Ever since I made the unfortunate discovery of seeing my intended mount her in the lair.

  Tamisha was a new whore to the compound and Trig had been assigned to work her over, train her in like his daddy ordered, and I had witnessed every minute of it.

  She was worth a lot of money to Fabio, which was why, I presumed, this fine display of fuckery was occurring.

  I knew the ropes of how the prostitution side of my father and Fabio's business was run, and having Fabio's notoriously picky son take her mouth in full view of potential clients was a bold marketing move that instantly increased her monetary worth and desirability, not to mention piqued the male clientele's interest.

  It was quite genius really.

  A rare find, I had overheard Fabio call Tamisha.

  A guaranteed bestseller on the black market of bartered flesh.

  Not for much longer.

  Neither one of them noticed me standing there. He had his eyes closed, too busy enjoying the feel of her tongue lapping him, and she was too busy choking on his dick to come up for air.

  Tilting my head to one-side, I studied Trig's flushed cheeks, and the way he bit down on his swollen bottom lip as he rocked his hips against her face, fucking her mouth in a slow, leisurely rhythm.

  He didn't touch her, he kept his arms stretched over the back of the couch, giving the whore free rein of his cock.

  Some women might say he was being gentle with her.

  Unlike most of the other men in the room, he wasn't pulverizing his whore with his cock, or defiling her body like it was made of bendable rubber and not human flesh and bone.

  I didn’t call it gentle, though.

  I called it being lazy.

  I called it betrayal.

  I knew how it worked around here. I knew that Trigger had to and would fuck whores, but that didn't mean that I was okay with it.

  It didn't mean that I was going to allow it.

  "If you want to keep your cock, I suggest you tell your whore to take her mouth off it," I said calmly, keeping my eyes on his flushed face. "Before I cut her throat, and she bites down and severs you."

  Trig's eyes flashed open then, locking on mine, and he arched a brow but made no move to push her away. "Go to bed, sweetheart." His voice was thick with lust, his dark gaze penetrating me deeply. He licked his lips, his hungry gaze trailing over my body. "This is no room for children."

  I narrowed my eyes. "You betray me."

  He smirked. "No, mi amor. I work."

  My eyes burned holes through his. "Last chance."

  His smile deepened. "Goodnight, corderito."

  Challenge accepted, I moved quicker than lightning and caught ahold of Tamisha's long hair.

  Yanking her head back, I plunged my dagger deep into her neck, keeping my eyes on him the entire time.

  "Estas jodidamente loco!" Trigger snarled, roughly shoving the whore away from his cock before she could bite down and sever him. "Jesucristo, corderito!"

  "Help!" Gasping for air that would never fill her lungs again, the whore clutched her neck and scrambled backwards, spluttering and bleeding out fast. "Someone help me!"

  No one moved to help her.

  No one stopped fucking long enough to look at her.

  Replaceable.

  Collateral damage.

  "What is she, mi rey?" I asked calmly, climbing onto his lap and holding the blade to his throat, hand steady as a rock – just like he taught me. "Tell me what she is?"

  His eyes blazed with heat as his hands clamped down on my hips. "Puta."

  "Good wolf.” Straddling his hips, I gently scraped the tip of the blade down his Adam's apple, smiling when he swallowed deeply and the blade nicked his throat. "And what am I?" A trickle of blood trailed down his throat and I leaned in, licking him clean with my tongue. "Hmm?"

  "Mi reina," he replied, tone gravely as he hardened beneath me. "My queen."

  "Who do you love?" I continued, taunting him with my softly spoken words. "Who does your heart belong to?"

  "You."

  "Say it."

  "Te amo," he said gruffly. "I love you, mi reina."

  "Only me, mi rey?"

  "Always only you."

  "Then tell me something," I purred, sliding a hand between us to grasp his cock. "Do kings let whores mouth-fuck them? Do kings betray their queens?" I lowered the blade to his cock. "Maybe I should cut it off to remind you who it belongs to?"

  Hissing out a sharp breath, Trig closed his fist over the hand I was using to hold the knife. Slowly raising my hand, he forced me to press the blade to my own throat. "Mi reina derrama sangre por su rey."

  My queen sheds blood for her king…

  Tilting his head to one side, he walked his fingers up my thigh and thrust upwards, pressing his hard cock against me. "Todavía eres una niña pequeña."

  You are still a little girl…

  "I am a woman," I corrected, chest rising and falling quickly, hissing out a sharp breath when I felt the sharp nick of the blade on my throat. "And I will kill every whore you put your hands on." Shifting on his lap, I rubbed my pussy against him. "Remember that, Trigger Laperro," I warned him, releasing a breathy moan when I felt him strain against me. "I am your woman, and I don’t take betrayal well."

  Releasing a lust-filled groan, Trig sat forward and trailed his tongue over my cut, lapping at me, mirroring my previous actions.

  "I own this throat," he growled, biting down hard on my neck and then suckling on my tender flesh. "And these –" Sliding a hand beneath my nightdress, he reached up and palmed my small breasts. "These tiny tits."

  "Sí," I breathed, growing wet on his lap.

  "And this," he continued, dropping a hand to cup me over my panties. "I will end up getting killed because of this virgin pussy."

  Shivering, I released his cock and placed my hand on his shoulder, unable to smother the moan that escaped me when he rocked against me. "Please…"

  "No estas listo para mi."

  "I am ready for you." Narrowing my eyes, I leaned into the blade, daring him to cut me again. "Claim me, dammit!"

  Eyes smoldering with heat, he traced a finger over my panties, circling my clit with one hand, while he held the blade to my throat with the other. "Soon."

  "Now," I argued breathily, sagging against him.

  “One more year, corderito," he coaxed. Setting the dagger down beside him, Trig leaned back on the couch, taking me with him. "And then we will belong only to each other."

  "No." I shook my head, peppering his stubbly jaw with wet kisses. "Now."

  "Wolves do not negotiate with lambs."

  "Maybe I'm not a lamb," I told him. "Maybe I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing."

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nbsp; "When I claim you, I will belong only to you. No other woman. No whores. No mistresses. No other pussy. I swear that to you." He pressed a kiss to the cut on my throat. "Satisfied?"

  I shook my head. "No."

  "Then I will give myself to you in front of my god." He kissed me again, tongue snaking out to taste my flesh. "I will take a vow with you. I will give you my name." His lips hovered over my fluttering pulse. "Does this satisfy my queen?"

  Trembling, I released a breathy moan. "No."

  He chuckled softly. "Such a demanding lamb."

  "I want all of those things now," I breathed, rocking against him. “I’m tired of waiting.”

  "Soon." Palming my aching breast with skillful fingers, he gently tweaked my nipple before sliding his hand back to rest on my hip. "But for now, I cannot make such promises."

  Circling his thumb over the lining of my panties, he lightly tapped his thumb against my damp panties, sending a jolt of shockwaves through my clit.

  "Why?" I strangled out, growing wetter.

  "You know how our world works, my little lamb," he crooned. "You know I cannot be celibate – not even if I wanted to. My father would cut my throat if I refused to work or train the whores – and then who would take care of you? He would see it as weakness, and he would be correct because you are my weakness."

  "Trig –"

  "And I need something to distract me so I can be patient with you – so I can give you the time you need." Growling, he moved both hands to clamp down on my hips, fingers digging roughly into my flesh. "You need to understand that I am surrounded by whores every minute of every day. I cannot turn a corner in this compound without having pussy thrust in my face, corderito. It is constant. Offered to me on a plate. Sometimes it is forced on me. All these women, I have no care for them, it is purely physical, because mi amor is still a girl."

  "It stops tonight," I warned. "I don’t care how hard it is."

  "Corder –"

  "Trig, if you put your cock inside another whore, I will offer my virginity to one of your brothers."

  Trigger stiffened and pulled back to glare at me.

  I met his stare head on.

  "Do not play this game with me," he snapped, bristling.

  "I'm not playing games," I challenged. "I'm making you a promise. The next time you let a whore put her mouth on you, I will let every man I meet put his mouth on me," I continued. "I will lay on my back for every cock in this septic compound."