Princess of Darkness (The Dark Prince #3)

by Autumn Winchester

  “Hey, Papa,” she said towards him, causing Sebastian to stutter out a reply.

  “Come have a seat,” Chase laughed out, lifting his chin towards the empty sofa that was up against the windows. The sofa was also a pull out bed and had yet to be made up for the father.

  After a deep sigh, he moved and took a seat, giving Summer a look mixed between amusement and uncomfortable.

  “You call me your daughter,” she said through a yawn. “That makes you a grandfather, Sebastian. So you’ll be Miah’s Papa.”

  “Not Jerry?” Sebastian laughed out, trying to change the subject. He liked the shortened name Summer chose, but couldn’t help but joke with her about it.

  “God, no!” Summer said with a fake look of disgust. “Can’t stand that name.”

  “Good,” Sebastian said, relaxing. “I had to kill a man named Jerry for threatening me a few years back. That was after I punched him in the face.”

  Summer simply rolled her eyes at the man. She was happy to see him., but that didn’t mean she wanted to know right that second what he had done in the past.

  “Did you find anything out about Clare’s mother?” Chase asked, standing and letting Summer hold the baby. She could see that he looked so much like his father, but also so much like her at the same time. He’d certainly be a girl magnet when he got older.

  “Yeah,” Sebastian answered. “Turns out, her mom was sold and bought a number of times into the mob ward. John was the last to have her. I didn’t find out much on how she was treated, as many people didn’t know her all that well.” Plus, there was hardly any record on any slaves. So that alone made it hard to track anyone down once they entered that forced lifestyle.

  “That’s common with being in that type of life,” Chase said.

  “Yep,” Sebastian agreed. “I did find a death certificate. She died shortly after childbirth. Her name was Elizabeth Alyssa South, and only fourteen years old.”

  “Oh, how sad,” Summer said.

  “It was common, still is, unfortunately,” Sebastian grimaced. “But that will all be put to a stop more than ever.”

  “Hell yes! it will be,” Summer declared, taking the bottle of formula from Chase.

  Sebastian didn’t stay long, knowing that Summer needed to rest more, seeing the dark shadows under her eyes. Plus, he wasn’t sure how to take the whole grandpa thing. Summer would get him used to it. He wasn’t going far at all, so he’d be around.

  Late the next afternoon, check out went by like a breeze, and before Summer knew it, they were home, surrounded by family. In no time at all, Summer and Chase both got the parenting thing down as well as they could.

  ~oOo~

  From late nights and early mornings feedings, Jeremiah was the star that demanded attention night and day. He was perfectly content to be laying by Alyssa, and even Sarah. As long as someone was paying attention to him, he was content and happy.

  Sarah loved both children, happy to have something to do, someone to adore. Summer snapped pictures every chance she got, too.

  A year to the date from when Chase had found Summer in the compound, he asked Clare and Asher to watch Miah in their finished house that was built so he could wine and dine his loving wife.

  Knowing that Summer wouldn’t like it, he didn’t go all out. He bought flowers and a vase, setting them in the middle of the table between two plates of filet mignon, baked potato, and Texas toast, were placed perfectly.

  When Summer walked downstairs, dressed in a tight fitting tank top and knee-length gypsy dark pink skirt, no one would have guessed that she was a mother to a three-month-old. Heck, she barely had any stretch marks.

  “Summer,” Chase said, loving how her name always fell from his lips.

  “Mr. Marcel,” she replied, taking the seat as he helped her to sit.

  He was dressed casual, but yet in a sexy kind of way. It really didn’t matter what he wore, Summer loved him best naked. She still loved his cute butt best of all, but she just couldn’t help herself.

  Even after having a baby, her sex drive was still high. Although they were always careful by using protection, now that they didn’t want another child so soon.

  Neither one of them spoke about how much effort it was a year ago. Summer had been depressed, there was no doubt about that. She knew, he knew. Now, as they talked about how much things had changed, to even the upcoming wedding of Asher and Clare, they didn’t dwell on the past. They'd both moved on, and both enjoyed each other’s company.

  They knew that there would be trials and errors as they raised Jeremiah. There was no doubt in that. He was the first child, and already testing his parents. But also, he was their love. They would raise him as he should be.

  “How long do we have alone?” Summer asked as Chase cleaned the table, setting the dishes into the sink.

  “All night,” Chase winked, seeing how Summer’s body reacted. It had been way too long since he had gotten to worship her body.

  “Perfect,” Summer groaned out, shifting in the chair. “I’ll meet you upstairs when you’re done here.”

  Before he could reply, she was up and walking away, swinging her hips, a smirk on her lips. She knew she was teasing him, and loved the groan that met her ears before she turned around the corner and out of sight.

  It was hardly five minutes later when Chase made his way up to their room, finding Summer laying on the bed in hardly anything on. She had her dark brown hair down over her shoulders, as she had dyed it back to its original color a few months beforehand.

  What she wore would forever be engraved in his brain. A dark red lace negligee covered her breasts and met the edge of her little to nothing underwear. He stood there, gawking, taking her in as his cock came to life.

  “Are you going to join me?” Summer asked, her voice husky. It hasn’t been a very long eight weeks.

  Chase nodded quickly before beginning to undress, not caring where his clothes landed.

  Leaving his boxers on, he met his wife on the bed, crashing his lips to hers. Gently, he pushed her to lay back on the bed before trailing kisses down her neck and around the skin that was showing and not covered by the gown on her breasts.

  Her moans were quiet as he kissed every inch of her skin, taking his time. Even though his cock had other ideas, he let his hands wander up under the gown. His thumbs grazed the underside of her breasts, causing her to hiss out a breath and arch up into him more.

  “Chase,” she moaned out, not wanting to take is slow. Slow could be later.

  “I plan to take my time, Mrs. Marcel,” Chase muttered out, teasing her as he slid his knee in between her own.

  “I don’t want slow,” she pouted out, letting her lips stick out slightly. That look turned back to pure lust and desire as he used his knee, pressing it against her clit lightly.

  “You are a tease,” Chase said, keeping his lips just a meter from hers. He could see her eyes swirl with need and passion.

  “So are you,” she declared, her lips brushing against his as he dipped his head to take them with his own.

  Instantly, her hands wrapped into fists against his hair that was now grown out, pulling him closer. She loved the feel on his weight on her chest. Of course, he moaned, knowing she liked it rougher than he ever thought she would.

  “Please, baby,” Summer said, arching her hips up into his. He hissed out a breath as she hit his cock just right. “Slow later. Fast and hard.”

  “You want fast and hard?” he asked, his eyes widening almost comically.

  “Please,” she whined out, desperate.

  Knowing he couldn’t resist, Chase let her take control. He was flipped on his back, and before he knew it, they were both naked. Summer was straddled over his hips, sliding down his cock almost achingly slow.

  His hands found purchase on her hips, helping support her weight.

  They both moaned out in complete union once his cock was completely inside of her. Summer’s walls spasmed around him, igniting another drawn
out moan to escape.

  It didn’t take long to set a rhythm, both meeting the other. One of Chase’s hands ended up massaging her bouncing breasts, switching from one to the other.

  It didn’t take long to bring either of them to orgasm as they declared their love to one another once more.

  That night, Jayden Emily Marie Marcel was created, who would be just as strong willed as her brother.