Heartless Prince: A Dark Captive Romance (Dark Dynasty Book 1)

by Stella Hart

  His touch was slow, sensual, and I let out a satisfied sigh as his hands moved lower, coasting over my stomach and down to my pussy. I felt like I was drifting away on a hot cloud of arousal, dancing up in the heavens.

  I couldn’t quite believe it, but I already couldn’t wait for more. Couldn’t wait to fuck Elias… no, to be fucked by him.

  He was impossible not to crave when he was this close, and my legs twitched at the mere thought of him breaking me in. I wanted him to strip me of my innocence, wanted his cock to fill me up, wanted him to stretch me and slam into me until I was bruised all over.

  This wasn’t just Stockholm syndrome. I was sure of it. This was real. There was something between the two of us, even when we hated each other, some force which drew us together like magnets. The dark feeling of animosity and fear stirred a deep lust within me, turning me into an inferno of need, and I knew Elias felt the same. He might hate me because of the things he thought I’d done, along with the things I had done, but he wanted me just as much as I wanted him right now.

  He leaned down over me and brushed his lips against mine. It was a tentative kiss, like he was waiting for something from me. “You want this, Doll?” he finally asked. His voice was barely audible through the music and the pounding drums, and I was surprised that he’d asked such a question. I didn’t realize I had a choice in the matter.

  Maybe I misheard, and it wasn’t actually a question. Maybe it was simply a statement, telling me he knew I wanted this to happen. Either way, I nodded. I was too delirious with need to do anything else. Dizzy, panting, hot, my muscles taut with tension.

  The music and drumbeats were so loud and fast now that the sounds ran together, making my head spin wildly as vibrations rumbled deep in my chest. Elias kissed me again, and I arched my hips up and parted my lips.

  “Say it,” he muttered in my right ear a moment later, drawing slightly back.

  “Please, Master,” I murmured.

  “Please what?”

  He knew exactly what. He just wanted to hear me say the words, wanted to hear the ultimate surrender spill from my lips.

  I shivered. I was really doing this…

  “Please fuck me,” I whispered.

  “Why?” he asked in a harsh murmur, grinding his hips against mine. I could feel his thick length near my slick entrance, teasing me, tormenting me. “I thought you said you would never belong to me. I thought you said you would never beg for me.”

  I thought back to the day he was referring to. He was right. I told him he could never have me. Told him I’d never beg for anything from him. But I was wrong. He might not own me entirely, not in the deepest parts of my mind, but my physical body belonged wholly to him now. I wanted to serve him with it, wanted him to own every inch of it.

  I should feel bad for breaking this far, for walking right into his honeyed lure, sinking lower than I ever thought I could. But I didn’t. How could I feel bad when it felt this good?

  “I was wrong. I need you,” I said breathlessly. “I need you to fuck me. I need you to teach me. I need you to make me obey…”

  “How badly?”

  I let out a moan. “So badly. Please, please, please…”

  “In front of everyone? All these men, watching you take my cock… that’s what you want?”

  “Yes!” I whimpered. Yet another thing I never thought I’d hear myself say. I’d spent so much of my life feeling guilty and ashamed, but doing this in front of so many people was actually forcing me to let go of some of that shame.

  I bucked my hips, trying to pull Elias into me, and he let out a low chuckle. “Oh, no, Doll. You aren’t going to control this. I am. I’ll fuck you when I’m ready, and you’ll come when I say so.”

  A desperate mewl spilled from my lips. Elias silenced me seconds later, pressing his lips to mine in another bruising kiss.

  My breath hitched in my chest as he plunged inside me all of a sudden, and when his mouth left mine, I cried out, a sound of pure pain tearing through the air. He felt huge inside my inexperienced body as he invaded and conquered my virgin pussy, but I begged him to keep going despite the aching in every nerve end. I wanted the pain, wanted to feel every little bit of it as it mixed with the wanton need in my core.

  Elias thrust all the way home, pressing past a barrier inside me. “Oh!” I squealed, then gritted my teeth. Seconds later, I felt myself open up to him like the petals of a rose. An intensely pleasurable pressure built slowly in my core.

  I couldn’t believe I once wanted to simply ‘get it over with’ when it came to sex. It was probably because I used to hear horror stories from my high school and college friends all the time. Awful bleeding. Premature ejaculation. Jack-hammering guys. Even boredom. But this was something else entirely, and I finally understood why so many other people raved about sex. Why they would do anything for it. Die for it.

  Now that I knew, there was no going back. I wanted and needed this with Elias again and again, that thrilling, blissful, intimate place only the two of us could get to together. I wanted to give him all of me. Here, tonight. Just us. I knew we were surrounded by people, but they’d all fallen away, lost in some nebulous haze, and all I saw was him.

  I moaned, and he grunted and quickened his movements, sinking into me like an anchor. He fucked me like a beast, hands roughly groping at me as he drove himself deeper and deeper. I cried out over and over as he claimed his property, wanting him to go harder and faster, wanting him to stretch me beyond my limits.

  His groin rubbed against my swollen clit as he slammed in and out of me, and I let out whimper after whimper. My body was hot and wet everywhere, my muscles tight, my pussy clenching around the cock inside me as it built me up to a violent climax. I was close already. So close.

  “You won’t come until I tell you,” Elias growled. “Got it, Doll?”

  “Yes,” I said, squeezing my eyes tightly shut, trying to blank out the pleasure so I could follow his command. But it didn’t work. It felt too good. I was getting closer and closer, so close it hurt. “Oh, no… please, Master. I can’t hold on. Let me come!”

  “You. Will. Obey. Me,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust. “Don’t you dare come until I tell you.”

  I held on, every muscle clenched tightly, my whole body a ticking time bomb. Finally, Elias gave me permission to let go, his words hot and heavy in my ear. “Come on my cock, little slut. Now.”

  One more hard thrust was all it took, and then it was on me, pleasure pouring through me, making me shiver with bliss. I gasped and whimpered ‘thank you, Master’ over and over again, so grateful for his cock. So grateful that he allowed me to have an orgasm.

  My pussy pulsed around his cock in tight waves as I came, and he grunted as he came too, fingers roughly digging into my shoulders. I would be covered in bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care.

  “You’re mine now,” Elias muttered in my ear, his body still heavy on mine. “All mine. Forever.”

  “Yes,” I said breathlessly. I was floating away on a cloud of bliss, desperate to say or do anything for just a few more minutes with this man.

  “Say it, Doll. Promise me.”

  I took in a deep breath and stared up into his blazing eyes. “I promise, Master. I’m yours. All yours…”

  17

  Tatum

  A week passed.

  I didn’t see Elias.

  After the Bonding ceremony the other night, he’d taken me back to my cell and kissed me goodnight, telling me he would be back in a few days. Apparently he had some business to take care of back home.

  Home. Something I’d never see again…

  Absence is supposed to make the heart grow fonder, but in my case, things were different. Without Elias here, and without our intensely pleasurable sex enveloping my mind, my sanity was starting to return. Like a fog lifting, inch by inch, piece by hazy piece, my logic and reason were slowly coming back to me. The sensual buzz from the ceremony had worn off completely, and I was
beginning to arrive at some stark realizations—realizations I probably wouldn’t have had if I was still hypnotized by Elias and his body, falling apart under his touch and the delights of the pain he laid on me.

  I’d promised him something the other night, promised my whole life to him, but I was already starting to see how much that promise would cost. I couldn’t be his whore forever, no matter what I said or felt in the past. Simply looking around this place made that fact plain to see.

  My punishment from the other week was over, and I was once more allowed out for an hour each day to exercise and bathe. I saw what was happening to the other girls when their masters were here; the same masters they’d promised their lives to during the ceremony. Some of them staggered in each morning, barely able to walk, covered head to toe in bruises and welts. They tried to exercise, but every movement was a struggle for them, and they wound up sobbing in the showers instead.

  I could only imagine what might be in store for me when Elias returned to the Finishing School.

  In my time here so far, he hadn’t done anything too bad, but I knew it would happen eventually. No matter how good it felt to have him around, it wouldn’t last, and one day, I would be just like the other girls. Bruised, battered, beaten. I saw the look in his eyes when he whipped me all those nights ago, and I knew he loved inflicting pain. Specifically upon me.

  Darker brutality was coming my way, and I hated living on the razor’s edge, waiting for it to happen. What I hated even more was the part of me that liked the pain, that twisted part of my mind that actually looked forward to it. It felt like I was in a wrestling match with myself, both sides struggling to win out, neither succeeding.

  I knew I liked the pain because I felt as if I deserved it for the things I’d done in the past, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to like being hurt. I didn’t want my body to belong to anyone.

  Truthfully, I didn’t even want to have feelings for Elias anymore. I was always so clouded with emotion when I was near him that I couldn’t think straight, but now, in the cold hard light of my lonely days, I finally saw it for what it really was. A physical response and nothing more.

  It wasn’t like I was in love with him. It wasn’t like we’d get married and have three kids and a dog one day. No, I was just his little slut, his toy, his Doll, and one day, he’d get sick of playing with me and move on to a shiny new model.

  The thought of what might happen to me then made me shiver with fear. He couldn’t exactly send me home, could he?

  It seemed obvious I would be killed once he was done with me, and I couldn’t believe how far I’d managed to go down the rabbit hole before this horrible idea occurred to me. He might not do it himself (I knew he had a soul deep down below that wicked façade, no matter how broken and twisted it might be) but it had to happen somehow, and he must’ve known that all along.

  Just because I occasionally craved darkness and fantasized about being hurt didn’t mean I wanted that. Fantasies were one thing, but when they bled into reality and turned this dark and dangerous, this deadly, there was only one thing left to do: get the hell out, any way I could.

  Elias took my virginity, but he wouldn’t take my life. No way.

  I was trying my best to go back to my old self—that scrappy, defiant girl who so ardently wanted to be freed—and forget about every last shred of feeling I had for him, so I could concentrate on an escape plan instead. But it was harder than I thought, even with all the realizations I’d come to. His face and voice kept creeping into my mind, whispering at me. You’re mine. You’ll never escape. You can’t leave me.

  I knew I just needed a push, something to convince me Elias truly didn’t care for me. Something to spark that old adrenaline in me again.

  And finally, it arrived.

  I was in my cell chewing on a buttered bread roll I’d been sent for breakfast when Tobias came to visit me. I eyed him warily and sat as far back on the bed as possible. His visits had never gone well.

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  “That’s not very polite. I really should flog the shit out of you for that attitude, but Elias wouldn’t be pleased if I touched his little doll, would he?”

  I scoffed. “One might say kidnapping a girl and holding her hostage isn’t very polite either, but here we are. So what do you want?”

  He chuckled and stepped closer. “I came here for two reasons. Firstly, your parents send their regards. I just met with them.”

  My heart began to race. “I don’t believe you.”

  Even though it all made sense given their sudden influx of money, part of me still held out a tiny fraction of hope that my parents didn’t actually sell me to Crown and Dagger. Perhaps the contract Tobias showed me was fake, and my dad’s company was actually doing well on its own. Tobias was obviously a sociopath, so it wouldn’t surprise me to discover that this was the case, and everything he’d told me was a lie. For all I knew, my parents were out there frantically searching for me.

  He held out his phone. “Luckily for you, I like to record or film most conversations I have. It’s always good to have blackmail material on people. Makes business transactions run a lot smoother.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying I have proof.” He clicked something on his phone and a video started playing, filmed from his point of view. The phone must’ve been sitting in his shirt pocket when it was recording.

  The video showed my parents sitting in his office, asking how things were going with me and saying they wanted to renegotiate the contract as they felt they actually deserved more money. They’d already spent more than half the three hundred thousand they’d been given, and they wanted more.

  “Turn it off,” I said softly, looking away. My guts were churning, and I felt like I’d be sick all over the place. Tobias wasn’t lying. My parents really had sold me. I guess I already knew that for the most part, but now even the miniscule shred of hope I’d held onto was shattered and I felt hollow. Dead inside.

  Tobias did as I said, sliding the phone back into his pocket. “As you wish. But they also had some news from the outside world to report. Apparently you have some very pushy friends who don’t believe you’re where we said you are.”

  “What?” My eyes snapped back up as hope flared brightly inside me. If my friends didn’t really believe I went to Europe, they could be searching for me, even when no one else was. Eventually, they might find me.

  “If I remember correctly, the friends in question were Greer Ballinger, Willa Van der Veer, and Katie Gagne. Apparently they became suspicious when your parents refused to give them a contact number for you. Especially Katie. Seeing as she’s taking some sort of gap year in France, she asked for your contact details so she could meet up with you while you backpacked through Europe, and when your mother tried to claim you didn’t have a phone or email address, she contacted Greer and Willa.”

  I swallowed a lump in my throat. “You didn’t hurt my friends, did you?”

  “Not physically. I’m sure they’re very emotionally hurt, though. I had your parents try a different tack. I told them to tell the girls that you’d wanted to end the friendships with them for a while, as you felt you were drifting apart and they weren’t intellectual enough for you. While you do have a contact number, you specifically asked your parents not to give it to them, and they were trying to respect that. But they felt bad, so they made up the initial ‘lie’ about you not having a number.”

  My stomach flipped. “And then?”

  His eyes gleamed. “It worked. Your friends are all furious with you now. Especially Greer. Apparently she loved having you around because you come from similar backgrounds, and she thought you understood what it’s like for her. But to find out that you’re just as much of an elitist snob as half the other students at Roden… well, let’s just say you’re off her Christmas card list.”

  There was a pounding in my ears as his words sank in. Not only had Crown and Dagger torn me from my li
fe and tried their best to destroy me, they’d successfully destroyed all my old friendships as well, for no reason other than the need to cover their asses when those friends began to ask questions. No one on the outside world cared about me anymore. No one was looking for me, and no one even wanted to find me.

  I wanted to tear at Tobias’s hair, gouge his eyes out, smash his smug face in.

  “You’re an asshole,” I said in a low voice, thick with fury. “Get the hell out.”

  “I’m not done yet. I said there were two reasons I came to see you.”

  I threw my hands up. “What? Go on, just say it!”

  It couldn’t possibly be any worse than what he’d just shown and told me, right?

  “Well, I also wanted to see how things are going between you and Elias. I do hope you’re treating him properly, given that you may be one of the most expensive birthday gifts I’ve ever bought him, but he hasn’t been around much.”

  I stiffened. “Birthday gift?”

  “Oh, yes. After Ben died, Elias became very dark and grim. He didn’t say it, but I could tell he was deeply affected by Ben’s passing. It was my idea to buy you for him, and I arranged the sale. I knew it would cheer him up to know he had you coming to be his slave, given your… shall we say, proximity to Ben’s demise.”

  “For god’s sake, I didn’t kill Ben,” I said through gritted teeth. “It was an accident.”

  Tobias smiled. “Yes, that’s the story, isn’t it?”

  I stood up, narrowing my eyes. “It’s not a fucking story. I know your family hates me and blames me for his death, but you’re all wrong!”

  “I don’t hate you, Tatum. On the contrary. As soon as I became aware of your existence, I was actually very pleased.”

  I cocked my head to the side. “Why?”

  “Like I said, I knew I could make Elias very happy if I purchased you. But that wasn’t the only reason, or even the main reason.” He sat down on the end of my bed as he spoke. I didn’t reply. I knew he wanted me to ask what the main reason was, but I didn’t want to play into his hand.