Forced To Kill The Prince

by Hollie Hutchins

  With that he rose from the table, giving me a small smile before taking a few steps away. He paused, glancing back as if to say something to me but thought against it and continued on. He briefly stopped at the front podium to pay his bill. I looked down in that brief moment, shaking my head in utter disbelief before looking back up towards him. But he was gone. He had disappeared somewhere into the night, leaving me alone just as I had asked him to.

  Chapter Six

  Just as before I made the attempted to go back to my normal life and ignore all of this nonsense. He had pretty much said that the next time we saw one another would be when I sought him out and I knew damn well I wouldn’t be seeking him out. I chose instead to go to my classes, hang at the dorms and live a quiet college life while trying to blend into the crowd.

  It wasn’t long, perhaps two days, before I started to feel different in a way that I don’t even have the words to properly express. I felt high-strung all the time. Each nerve ending in my body felt like it was ready to set itself on fire at a moment’s notice and send me on a rampage. Seething below the surface I felt this strange combination of anger and excitement that left me both giddy and moody at the same time. One of the biggest changes, in my opinion, was that I hadn’t had a single accident or ‘whoopsie’ moment since I had left the restaurant. There had been moments where I should have tripped and smashed myself into something…and yet I just skipped right over it and went about my way. I wasn’t the only one who noticed, either. My dorm mate made a comment about me being more sure-footed lately and I snapped at her. Like, literally snapped my jaws at her and almost growled a little bit. After she took off, I spent a few hours sitting there trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me. I felt great, but I also felt way…way off.

  On the third afternoon after my eye-opening meeting at the restaurant, I was in the cafeteria gorging on a pile of burgers and French fries in a failing attempt to quell my hunger. I had felt ravenous these past few days and no matter what or how much I ate, I was never satisfied. It was like I had a craving for something specific but had no idea what it was and nothing else would do the trick. While I was buried in my food, a guy from my dorm floor came sauntering over and tried to strike up a conversation with me.

  “Whoa there, Olive. Never seen you eat like that before. Carbo-loading or you preggers?” He said with a laugh at my expense.

  Bringing my eyes up from my tray I just stared at him, chewing my mouthful of meat and bread slowly and deliberately as I sized him up. He was one of those sports guys who wasn’t quite good enough to nab a scholarship to somewhere better than a state school. He thought he was hot shit, which anyone could tell just by looking at him. Probably one of those poor fools who suffers from Big Fish, Small Pond syndrome. Part of me felt pity towards him. When he got into the real world he was in for one hell of a rude awakening.

  “Walk away.” I said in a low, almost growling tone around the food in my mouth. He chose not to listen. Surprise, surprise.

  “Oh, come on! Don’t be such a fucking weirdo. You’re hot, but you’ve already got a rep for being a little off.” He continued in that snotty, fuck-boy way that made me want to punch him.

  “I said, walk away.” I could feel the need to hurt him rising from my gut and into my chest. One of us needed to walk away or I was pretty sure I was going to kill him.

  “Fine, whatever, bitch.” He scoffed before finally walking away. It was good to know his standard fuck-boy response was still primed and ready. Dick.

  I finished off my food and still felt hungry. Irritated by just about everything I decided to go for a walk. My newly discovered sure footedness seemed to come with a deeply rooted need to spend more time outside. It was like I had become a completely different person inside and out. My body even felt stronger that before…like I had stamina that could go for miles with a 20-pound sack on its back.

  As I strode through the quad in my running shorts and t-shirt, moving with fare more speed and confidence than I usually would, my mind strayed to thoughts of ‘my husband’. I had realized that I still wasn’t sure of his name. I’m pretty sure it started with an ‘A’, but his fluid script on the marriage certificate hadn’t been the easiest to decipher in the mental state I’d been in at the time. He had been invading my thoughts more and more these past few days since our last encounter and it had me all jumbled up inside.

  My first thoughts were usually anger and irritation, but those quickly shifted to a frustration that confused the ever-living hell out of me. In the same moment where I wanted to throttle him, I wanted to feel his hands all over me. I could almost smell his cologne in these moments and it made my skin tingle with the desire to feel his touch. The thought of ripping of his shirt to run my hands across his chest before strangling him for everything he had done to me was…well it was a couple of things. Cathartic? Confusing? Disconcerting? Hot as Hell in a really kinky sort of way? All of the above, I think.

  “Hey Olive! Looks like you finally figured out how to use your feet without falling, good job!” My little daydream was interrupted by a guy passing by along the path through the quad.

  Donie Jenkins. I recognized him from my Sociology class. Kind of a know-it-all. Probably one of those kids who was right on the edge of being called a Nerd back in high school, so he upped his douche-game and got a better haircut for college. The thought made me wonder if I was being unnaturally bitchy about everyone for a reason. Nah.

  “Keep walking, Donie, or I’ll shove one up your ass, hm?” I said flatly as I raised my eyebrows at him, never breaking stride for a moment.

  I’m sure he said something back to me, or at least gave me a funny looking, but at least he was smart enough not to come after me or start an argument. I was ready to rip someone’s face off and if I couldn’t find my husband, then any general asshole who kinda looked like him would do just fine.

  That was when I realized something was really wrong here. I was never, ever violent like this. The adrenaline and rage boiling inside of me was beginning to affect me in strange ways that I wasn’t likening at all. I could hear the heartbeats of the people around me, I could tell when they were scared or excited just by the sound. I could smell their hormones shifting as they mingled together, picking out who was feeling what for who without having to even think about it. When I started getting the desire to stalk and attack the ones who seemed like easy prey, I knew it was time to get help. Unfortunately, there was only one person I knew who could help me. I guess it was time to go plan my honeymoon.

  *

  When I finally came to the decision that I wanted to see him, it was almost as if a trail leading directly to him lit up I my mind. I could feel this gently tug in my chest and I swear I could actually smell his scent beckoning me to follow a certain route. I gave into it, allowing my instincts to control where I went, though I did try to keep aware enough to remember where I was going. As I drew closer to him I could feel it throughout my entire body. I wanted him in every possible way and with each step I realized I needed him too.

  I stood outside of the building I had escaped not weeks ago, staring up at a balcony I was sure belonged to him. My body wanted to scale the building right then and there, but I did the normal thing and raced inside to take the stairs instead. Standing in an elevator was not an option for my keyed-up body.

  When I reached the door, I knew in my loins was his I didn’t even bother to knock. I simply tried the handle and pushed the door in with elation and surprise when it opened. Whether or not I broke the lock or it was just unlocked is a mystery for another day. Right now, in this moment, all I was concerned with was him.

  I found him standing in the living room, looking out through the large glass doors leading out onto the balcony. The sight of him was almost too much for me to handle. My already ragged senses nearly overdosing on everything about him. Everything around smelled like him and it was all I could do to avoid standing there just huffing the air. Even the look of him was like staring into
the sun. He just stood there, looking like a perfect Adonis, wearing a pair of black pajama-like pants and nothing else. When he turned to look at me with those fierce green eyes I felt my knees go weak.

  “Olive, welcome home.” He said. His voice sounded so good I heard myself whimper softly.

  Without hesitation or thought, I went for him. He opened his arms to accept my and I wrapped myself around him, my hands and arms searching for as much skin contact as possible. He was so warm and the feel of being in his arms was the most soothing thing I had ever felt. But then he kissed me and I let him. Everything inside of me went off like fireworks and then suddenly felt as if it all fell into its proper place. Welcome home. That was exactly how it felt.

  Our kiss was one that I would have been happy to have last forever. But he broke away, though he kept his lips and nose near to mine for a lingering moment. His hands moved across my back one coming to rest at my waist while the other moved to first my shoulder and then came to gently caress my jawline. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, the look in his was unmistakable and I only smiled in return. Our silent exchange was all that was needed and he pulled me in once more.

  As our lips and tongues became further acquainted with one another, so did our hands with our bodies. I wanted to feel every inch of him and my hands did not stop in their wandering across his arms, chest, shoulders and as much of his back as I could find. With every muscle I traced over I felt my desire for him grow. As I pressed myself tighter and tighter against him, I could tell his desire was growing as well.

  A low rumbling in his throat was all the warning I received before he took charge of the situation at hand. With one swift motion he slid both of his hands down to cup my round, toned ass and hoisted me up. Without fault, as if we had done it a million times, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. He held me as if I weight nothing at all, his hands on my ass sending a wave through my body that had me grinding myself against him.

  He carried me down the hall and into the same bedroom I had woken up in before, laying me down on the bed and following to be on top of me. The feel of him above me, my legs around his waist and the feel of his hip bones against my inner thighs was almost too much to handle. I whimpered through our continued hips, rolling my hips upwards at him. He responded with a vibrating growl and a stronger grip of his hands on my ass.

  “I want you.” I said breathlessly when I finally managed to break our kiss for a moment.

  That seemed to be cue enough for him as he pulled back away from me just enough and moved his hands towards my t-shirt. With his helpful and expert hands I was stripped of my top, leaving me in a front-clasping sports bra and my shorts. Biting my lower lip I writhed there on the bed, my hands coming to run across his strong chest and down those washboard abs towards the waistband of his pants.

  Before I had the chance to peel them off, he gripped my running shorts and yanked them right from me. Gasping I felt myself grow wet between the thighs. I could tell he sensed it because a mischievous smile came across his face. Leaning down towards me he teased me with a single, gentle kiss before moving down to my jawline and then my collar bone. As his lips moved southbound I could feel his hands roaming to my beasts, fingers toying at the clasp of my sports bra for a moment before it popped and my chest was exposed to his warm and feeling hands. I felt my nipples harden against his palms, his lips sliding down as one hand revealed a nipple for him to tongue and suckle upon gently.

  I moaned at his antics, my hips rolling and my body aching for anything he would give me. He continued his trek south, his lips lingering across my stomach as his hands slid to the edges of my panties. I felt a wave of goosebumps wash over me as he hovered there a moment. I wanted to beg him not to stop and he must have known it. Looking up at me with those intense green eyes, he smiled and slid my panties down my thighs and left them to dangle from my left ankle.

  His hands roamed up my legs, gently pushing them apart as his lips moved ever so slowly across my hip bones and even lower. My hands moved to his head, gently rubbing and caressing every part of him I could reach.

  Suddenly his hand came up against me, his fingers slipping their way into my already wet and welcoming self. I gasped, but it soon turned to a moan as he brought his tongue down against that throbbing little pink mound.

  He worked my body with both hand and mouth, giving me wave after wave of pleasure that I had never experienced before. Each time I rolled me hips against his face or cried out in pleasure he would moan against me, the vibrations from him sending yet another shock wave through my body. It felt as though the entire world was between my legs in this moment. Nothing else mattered to me.

  He took his time and I enjoyed every moment of it, but soon he pulled away and crawled back up to kiss me, his lips pressing against mine as if claiming them. As his tongue parted my lips and coaxed mine into a dance I felt him reached down between us. At first, I tensed, anticipating his fingers to slide between my lower lips and plunge into me once more. Instead, he freed his rock-hard member from his pants and pressed it against my wet, slick womanhood.

  I gasped, looking up at him with pleading eyes, my back curving to bring my hips more firmly against him but he refused to give me what I wanted just yet. He seemed to enjoy teasing me….and I loved him for it. Without warning he slid himself balls-deep into me and I cried out. He filled me perfectly and I felt myself tighten around him. He braced himself with one arm above my head, his face hovering close to mine as he just held himself deep within me. Slowly he pulled back his hips and I felt the entire length of him slide out of me. I moaned, that swollen and tender mound throbbing as my inner walls flexed and tried in vain to keep him inside of me. He stopped just as the tip of him was all that remained within me. Having him like that made me crazy with desire, wishing he would just ravage me without hesitation. But no, not yet. Again, he began to push himself into me, going just as slowly and with a grumbling of pleasure in his throat. When he had once again buried himself to the hilt within me he spoke.

  “My wife.” He said. Almost both a command and a question at the same time.

  “Forever.” I head myself saying and it felt right. Everything about this felt right.

  Our lips smashed together once more, our kiss holding strong as our hips rocked with one another in a slowly increasing rhythm. We were perfectly matched for one another and our bodies came together as if built for it. We made love, both vigorously and sensually, for hours that night. I can’t even recall the number of times he made me cry out in ecstasy, my body still quivering from one orgasm when he started on bringing about the next.

  As we lay together, spent from consummating our marriage, I felt a sense of peace with the world around me. He placed a gentle kiss to the top of my head and I had the feeling that everything is exactly as it should be.

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