Page 120 of Hateful Prince

Speaking of, where the devil was that behorned monster man? A glance around the room showed him ducking out with that little witchy menace on his arm. Ho, ho, ho, what’s all this about? A covert mission? A secret dalliance? How very bold. And right beneath the nose of his lady love.

All right, scratch that plan, then. Hades and his shadows could do just as well. And once Dahlia was in my arms, I could tell her all about her Viking’s betrayal and catch her tears with my tongue. While I sank my dick so deep inside her, she didn’t miss him for very long. Our dance would take place between the sheets, and really, that was the best kind of dance after all.

“You’ll never get her back.”

“She’s not yours to keep.”

“She was never meant for you.”

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The heavy slithering sound of a crocodile’s belly dragging on the floor had my heart in my throat. I had to get the fuck out of here. He wouldn’t catch me.

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Tink’s pendulous titties, I wasn’t made to be croc food, especially not in front of an audience.

“You must flee.”

“If you stay, they will win.”

“Go. Now!”

Right. Retreat it was. No dishonor in living to fight another day.

Eyeing the exit, I beelined toward it, weaving my way through the dancing crowd. I took an elbow to the shoulder hard enough to make me stumble.

“Oof. Do you mind? I’m walking here.”

I shoved the elfin prince until he stumbled and his stupid crown fell off.

“Take that, you festering turd.”

“Watch your tone. I am elfin royalty.” He picked up his crown and replaced it, sniffing as he looked down his aquiline nose at me.

“I beg your pardon. Royal festering turd.”

I ducked away before he could reply, making it only a few steps before a hand caught me ’round the elbow.

I turned, fist ready to swing, when I saw it was Hades rather than my disgruntled elf.

“Oh. It’s you.” I dropped my arm. “I’m in a bit of a hurry.”

“Yes, I can see that. Where are you running off to?” Hades asked.

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