Page 17 of The Bastard Prince
My body weakened at the notion – the side of me drawn to all things dark and debauchery reveled in the pain he was inflicting.
"Has he had this?" Pushing my cheeks apart, he trailed his thumb over my tight hole. "Did you give him my ass, corderito?"
His ass."You left me, Trig," I moaned as a mixture of fear and lust exploded inside of me. My thighs trembled and I tried to push them together to soothe the ache, but he wouldn't let me. "You gave me to him," I breathed, rocking my hips. "You left me here."Keep going, Ashton. "It's his ass now."If you don’t stop them.
"Whore!" Roughly spearing my legs apart, he fisted my hair and tugged hard enough to snap my head up. "Do you think you can play me?" He spat on the table, narrowly avoiding me, and released his hold on my head, causing my face to smack against the wood. "Do you think you can mind fuck me into taking this second-hand pussy back?" Gripping my hip with one hand, he slipped his free hand between my legs. "I taught you everything you know, you little fool." Finding my throbbing clit, he teased me with soft strokes before abruptly stepping back, releasing me. "And you failed me."
"No!" Furious from the lack of contact, I swung around to glare at him. "You're failing me."
"You disappointed me," he added coldly, watching me with hard, cruel eyes. "Enjoy your initiation with Jethro and whoever wants a turn at you tonight. Be sure to scream, sweetheart. Put on a show for the old man. I am sure that it will not be difficult for a whore like yourself." Sneering, he added, "You certainly had me fooled for years."
"Trig –"
"Out," he commanded. He gathered up my clothes but made no move to give them back. "We are done talking,corderito."
"I'm naked," I reminded him, shivering.
"I can see," he sneered. "Another disappointment. Now, get the fuck out."
"My clothes?"
"Whores do not need clothes," he deadpanned. "Now get out."
My gaze flickered to the bulge in his pants.
He wants you, dammit.
Badly.
Narrowing my eyes, I flicked my gaze back to him. "You're bluffing," I challenged. "You won't make me walk out of here naked."
"Won't I?"
Don’t cry, Ashton."You're not that heartless."
"I do not have a heart, remember?" he replied coldly. "Never existed."
"Youloveme," I bit out. "Admit it."
"Loveyou?" His eyes bulged. "Oh,corderito, you are so fucking mistaken." Thoroughly enraged, Trig walked over to the window at the far end of the room. Pushing it open, he tossed my clothes out and swung back to face me. "Now, walk out that door while you still can, or join your clothes on the asphalt. Although, I must warn you, I doubt you will survive the drop."
"No." Refusing to roll over and die like I did the last time we were standing in this position, I hissed, "You're bluffing. I know you love me, Trigger Laperro. You've loved me your whole life. Be the bigger man here," I begged. "Open your eyes to the truth of what really happened that night." Blinking my tears back, I whispered, "Save me like you promised you would."
Glowering, he folded his arms across his chest. "Those promises are null and void."
"No," I sobbed, feeling weak. "You can't say that –"
"Your doing, not mine," he hissed. "Now leave me!"
"I can't," I strangled out, shivering violently now. "You know what they'll do to me." Sniffling, I hurried to close the space between us. "I'm begging you." Dropping to my knees, I clutched his forearm. "Claim me."
"You are his," he bit out, voice torn, yanking his arm free. "I cannot claim what has been marked."
"I'mnothis," I screamed, loud enough to wake the dead, as I wrestled to cling to his hand. "I'm yours." Sniffling, I scrambled on my knees after him when he tried to step away. "I'm yours, Trig. I always have been. You have to stop this –"
"Well, you are the last person I expected to see tonight." A terrifyingly familiar voice acknowledged, and my blood turned to ice in my veins. "Have you come to watch her initiation, Trigger?"
Freezing on the mortal spot, I clung to his hand and clenched my eyes shut, praying for divine intervention.