A Dangerous and Cruel Love (Dark Mafia Romance Duet, #2)
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“It’s not that funny,” she protested even as she finally managed to pull the zipper down.
“It is,” he assured her.
“It’s not.” She worked on his pants and briefs next, which were a lot easier, and in no time at all, his engorged and rigidly aroused—-
No more hiding behind the truth, Fawn Cornwall.
With what you’re about to do, you need to learn to say it.
Fawn mentally squared her shoulders.
I am staring at the prince’s c-c-c-c-cock.
The prince’s erection twitched violently, and the sight was more than enough to have her folds slowly get wet.
Cock. Cock. Cock.
This was the prince’s cock she was staring at—-
“Fawn?” The prince’s voice was hoarse. It was both heaven and hell to have Fawn staring so intently at his erection, and his fists clenched against his sides as he forced himself to wait for Fawn to make the next move.
Realizing that she would lose her courage if she allowed herself to continue dithering, Fawn took a deep breath—-
Don’t overthink.
She took hold of the prince’s cock with one hand—-
The prince’s breath came out in a hiss.
Fawn lowered her head.
His eyes widened. “Fawn—-”
Her mouth closed over his cock.
The prince groaned.
Fawn began to suck.
“Fuck.” His fingers instinctively drove through her hair. “Fuck.”
The raw need in the prince’s words had her sucking harder, and the prince’s groans turned into a growl of agonized pleasure.
“God. Fawn. Fuck.”
Her tongue laved around the head of his cock, and the prince’s ass arched off the bed. His grip on her tightened, and when she continued licking the head of his cock, the prince couldn’t stop himself.
He began to pump his hips up to meet the up-and-down movement of her head, wanting to get more and more of his cock inside her sweet, tight mouth.
Soon, the sucking sounds that Fawn made with her mouth were the only thing that could be heard in the room, with the prince left to gritting his teeth as he fought to control himself from fucking her mouth hard—-
But then he felt her small, soft hands curl under his hips just before her fingers dug into his ass, clutching them hard as she slowly ran her tongue along the slit on the head of his cock.
His control snapped.
“Goddammit, Fawn.”
And then he was fucking her mouth hard, thrusting his cock all the way to the back of her throat, and goddammit, but he could no longer stop, the pleasure taking over him. He could feel her fingers digging deeper into his ass as she tried desperately to accommodate the length of his erection, but even with her struggling he couldn’t stop himself.
The prince thrust in and out, pounding her mouth with his cock—-
Fawn squeezed his ass hard, and her mouth mirrored the action, her lips closing tightly around his cock.
The prince came with a roar, and his cock jerked violently inside her mouth as it released a strong, heavy load of cum down her throat. He came hard and long, a part of him expecting her to pull away and throw up on the amount of cum filling her mouth.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she swallowed every fucking drop, her throat working furiously, and when his cock finally twitched one last time, he felt her licking him dry—-
Goddammit.
When she released his cock with a popping sound, he hauled her to him, and she tumbled against his chest with a gasp. His arms tightened around her, and he said hoarsely, “You were magnificent, parthena mou.”
She mumbled something incoherently, and he laughed, drawling lazily, “You’re being cute again.”
Fawn let out a moan of pure embarrassment.
Now that it was all over and her senses were slowly returning, she just couldn’t believe she had actually done that.
Was this how true love worked, she wondered dizzily.
All these years, the only love she had known was what she had felt for Grant, and it was the kind that made her heart skip but never made her heart ache. It had been the kind that was both sweet and immature, tender because it was untested.
It was love that had been born out of infatuation and the need to have someone to lean on, and she had always been the one who needed, and Grant always the one who answered the need. He had never made Fawn want to protect him or keep him safe—-
The thought made her mind reel harder, and she drew an uneven breath, feeling like she was about to explode with the way her heart was spinning out of control inside her chest.
How funny and strange it was, she thought numbly, that it was the Prince of Darkness who made her feel like she wanted to be the strongest woman in the world, just so she could protect him.
When the prince finally lifted her off, Fawn didn’t hesitate, quickly crawling under the covers and pulling it all the way over her head, not wanting the prince to see her face while she was still feeling too vulnerable and exposed.
She loved the prince, yes, but love didn’t make her stupid.
She also knew that the prince didn’t love her back—-
Yet, Fawn reminded herself forcefully.
After dressing himself, the prince stood up, and glancing at Fawn, his lips curved at the sight of the lump under the covers. “I’m going now, parthena mou.”
After listening to more incoherent mumbling, he asked in an amused voice, “Are you speaking your version of German again?”
His smile widened as the lump under the covers moaned and shrunk a size smaller, and with a shake of his head, he reached for the edge of the covers. “I’d like to see your face before I go.” They played a bit of tug-of-war between them, but in the end the prince’s strength still won, and he pulled the covers down to her chin.
Fawn glared up at him, fingers tightly holding the covers to herself as she muttered darkly, “Go away.”
He laughed. “I’ll miss you, too.” He ran his knuckles down one soft cheek, murmuring, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Turning away, he caught sight of Fawn’s phone on the bedside table, and his brows lifted imperceptibly when he saw that there was an ongoing call.
Based on the duration of the call, which continued to run, it had started just before he had come to this room—-
And it was from Bennett.
How disappointingly masochistic, the prince thought dispassionately. He had never pictured the other man to be the type to listen while his girlfriend gave another man a blowjob, and the realization made the prince muse idly about what else he might not have read correctly.
Fawn frowned when she saw the prince reach for her cell phone. “What is it?”
“Sorry,” the prince apologized without missing a beat. “I erased your call history.” He handed the phone back to Fawn.
She gaped at him. “Why?”
“I hated seeing how all the calls came from Bennett.”
Memory returned in a flash, and Fawn shot up from under the covers with a horrified gasp. “Oh God, I forgot about Grant’s call!”
The prince raised a brow, asking calmly, “And you’re worried because?”
“I answered his call just before you came into the room, and...” Fawn gnawed on her lip, guilt eating her alive at the thought that Grant could have heard something.
She squeezed her eyes shut against the thought of what it would do to Grant if he knew what was happening.
He might have cheated on her first, but even so—-
She wouldn’t have wished her pain on anyone, not even Grant.
Looking up at the prince, she asked in a small voice, “Do you think it’s possible that he could have heard us—-”
“No,” the prince answered swiftly. “It’s not possible.” The prince didn’t hesitate to utter the lie, and he knew he would have done the same thing, as many times as needed, if it was the only way to keep Fawn from looking so haunted.
He waited until her eyes fell closed before leaving, and when he saw Igor waiting for him at the foot of the stairs, he knew without the other man saying a word that his long overdue confrontation with Grant Bennett had finally arrived.
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Fuck the Prince of Darkness. Fuck him to hell.
Grant’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he drove like mad to the prince’s residence. Even now, he couldn’t get the sound of Fawn – his girlfriend, his fucking girlfriend – sucking on the prince’s cock.
The thought had him carelessly swiping for the bottle of whisky on the passenger seat, and he took another swig. The liquid burned a path down his throat, but instead of calming him down, it only made him see red—-
Fuck the Prince of Darkness. Fuck him to hell.
Alcohol blunted his common sense, feeding his self-righteous rage. He began to remember what he only wanted to remember, and he conveniently forgot anything that painted him in a bad light.
The light turned red, and Grant started pummeling the steering wheel. I warned her, damn her. She should have listened me and stayed the hell away from Reid Chalkias!
That he had cheated on her first didn’t matter. He had everything with Lou in control, and besides, he hadn’t been a virgin to start with. But Fawn—-
“Fuck you,” Grant howled.
The indestructible-looking gates of the prince’s property loomed in the distance, and Grant slammed his foot on the gas.
“I’ll make you goddamn pay—-”
He wrenched the gearstick down, and his car stormed down the driveway with a burst of speed. He wanted to run something – someone – over, and he almost got his wish, his headlights about to kiss the prince’s gates in a head-on collision.
Sanity returned at the last second, and Grant hit on the brakes hard. His car screeched to a stop, a mere inch away from being smashed.
“FUUUUUUUUCK!” Still shaking with terror at his brush with death, Grant had to wrestle with the lock before finally tumbling out of his car. He fell on his back with a heavy groan and found himself suddenly blinded by the blazing white light coming from the watchtower’s security lights stationed on top of the walls.
A moment later, shadows fell over him, turning his world dark. The next thing he knew, men on each side had grabbed his arms, hauling him up.
“What the hell—-who the fuck are you?” Grant thrashed wildly against his unknown captors, but they remained expressionless and immovable, forcibly dragging him towards the side entrance to the prince’s compound.
Fear crawled down his spine, penetrating the alcoholic haze in his mind, and Grant struggled harder against their vise-like hold as the men took him through the narrow passageway. “If you don’t fucking let me go,” he blustered, “I’m going to have your asses hauled to—-”
The metal door slammed shut behind him with a hard thud, cutting him off, and Grant whitened, realizing that he had been effectively abducted.
“Let him go,” a mild voice spoke from the dark.
His captors threw him to the ground, and he crashed on his knees. Rage and confusion had him looking about wildly, and he stiffened when he realized that a circle of uniformed men had him surrounded.
The circle broke in front of him all of a sudden, a figure stepping out from the darkness.
Reid Chalkias.
Hatred that tasted like vitriol filled Grant’s mouth as the Prince of Darkness walked towards him with unhurried grace. Seeing the other guy looking so damn sophisticated and composed – so goddamn perfect – made his vision go red.
This was the asshole that had his cock in his girlfriend’s mouth!
With a hoarse roar, Grant rose up and charged towards the prince—-
The prince stilled.
“This is for what you did to Fawn—-” Grant threw all his strength into the fist he swung towards the other guy.
The prince deftly turned sideways at the last second, and Grant missed his target completely, leaving him clawing the air just before crashing back down, his nose smashing against the hard ground.
Grant howled in rage as he rolled to his back, clutching his bleeding nose. Forcing himself to sit up, he threw a baleful glance at the prince, gritting out, “F-fuck you!” Even to his ears, his slurred words sounded humiliatingly pathetic, and his fists clenched in shamed rage. “Fuck you, asshole—-”
“I suppose you’re here to talk about what you heard over the phone.”
The polite mask on the prince’s too-pretty face didn’t change as he spoke, and the sight of it had Grant nearly choking in his anger. A sense of recklessness seized him, and all he wanted then was to get even.
Forcing himself to get up, Grant snarled, “You think I don’t know the truth about you, bastard?” When the prince only looked at him, Grant said viciously, “I know who your real parents are, asshole, and I fucking wish you had died with them!”
Instead of flying into a rage like Grant hoped, the prince only looked at him. “Is that really what you want to talk about?”
And that was when Grant saw it—-
Even with the prince’s face remaining unreadable, the taunting gleam in the prince’s green eyes was unmistakable, and it was almost like he could hear the prince ask mockingly in his mind, When are we going to talk about Fawn sucking on my cock?
Grant completely lost it and even knowing that he would fail, his feet started to move, pounding harder and faster towards the prince, throwing his fists wildly and aimlessly in hopes that he could sneak even just one fucking punch.
But it was impossible.
The prince seemed to be always ten steps ahead of him, easily anticipating and evading Grant’s fists. Even his kicks landed on thin air, the prince knowing exactly when to turn or step back. More seconds passed, a combination of exhaustion and an impending sense of defeat making Grant more desperate.
Goddamn it, he just wanted to hurt the prince the way he was goddamn hurting—-
“She was my girlfriend, asshole,” Grant screamed as he threw another fist that only struck air. “My girlfriend!”
The prince’s lip curled. “If only you had remembered that before fucking another girl behind Fawn’s back—-”
Grant’s face turned a livid shade of red. “Don’t you dare fucking judge me when Fawn’s letting you bang her—-”
At his words, the prince’s jaw started to tick, and he cut Grant off, saying tautly, “I haven’t touched her—-”
Grant released a maniacal laugh, demanding incredulously, “Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid to believe you?”
“Yes.” The prince stared at him coldly. “The day Fawn became my lover was the day she caught you with your pants down fucking your council’s vice president in an empty classroom.”
“Bullshit.” Grant spat at the ground. “She’s a whore—-”
The prince’s face hardened.
Grant laughed wildly. “What? Are you telling me an asshole like you is offended?”
“For your sake,” the prince said softly, “I’d advise you not to say another word about her.”
“Her? Do you mean Fawn? My girlfriend?” Now that he had found a crack in the prince’s mask, Grant clawed into it greedily, sneering, “She’s exactly what I said. A whore. A cock-sucking whore—-”
The prince hissed, “This is your last warning—-”
Victory tasted so damn sweet, and Grant lost his head with it. “Since she seems to fucking love cocks so much, I think I’m going to invite her out and have all the guys from the council have fun with her. They can take fucking turns—-”
Either Grant was too drunk or the prince was too fast, but the next thing he knew, he was choking, with the cold metallic barrel of the prince’s gun shoved halfway inside his mouth.
His terrified gaze collided with the prince’s,
and Grant could feel his blood leeching off his face as he found himself staring into the eyes of a killer.
“Be very still, Bennett.” The prince’s tone was exquisitely soft, almost dangerously playful, if playing with a man’s fate was a game. “Move too much, and I might accidentally pull the trigger—-”
Grant whitened.
“—-like this.” The prince pulled the trigger, the gun fired, and the cylinder spun for the next shot.
Grant screamed.
A second later, the prince retrieved the gun from Grant’s mouth, and Grant fell to his knees, trembling hard, unable to believe what had just happened.
Over his head, the prince crooned, “You got lucky.”
Grant heard the prince cock his gun.
“Shall we play again?”
Fear razed his mind, and Grant started to throw up—-
The prince yanked his head back by the hair, and the barrel was back inside his mouth, forcing Grant to swallow his own vomit. “Do you know,” the prince crooned, “I’ve always been just a little jealous of you, for knowing Fawn before I did. I despised you for it, Bennett, and because of it, the mere sight of you repulsed me.” The prince’s grip tightened around his gun. “But I’ve never wished you dead until now.”
A frightened sob tumbled past Grant’s trembling lips.
“You don’t know,” the prince whispered. “You don’t fucking know how close I am to killing you right now.”
But he did, Grant thought sickly. He did know how close the prince was to taking his life.
“And I probably would have killed you,” the prince murmured, “if certain circumstances didn’t require me to keep you alive.”
It was all in those merciless eyes of his—-
“So here’s what’s going to happen instead. I need you to do several things for me—-”
And if Grant made the smallest mistake—-
“I will tell you what it is, and you will do them.”
He would be dead.
“Do you understand?”
Grant knew he should say yes. And he did mean to, only fear got the better of him, and he choked—-
It was not the answer the prince wanted.