Caspian stands behind me, his body hard and hot and furious. One hand spreads over my back, pressing me down. “This is the Princess of the Enchanted Vale. Bent and begging. Pretty and pathetic.Mine.”
The crowd erupts, drunk on violence and spectacle and sex.
But then, through the storm of it, his voice reaches me again—low and warm and real, right into my mind.You’re doing so well, Rose. I hate this. I hate making them see you like this. But I swear, I’m here. I’ll never let them hurt you.
I breathe in sharply. My hips twitch, needy, traitorous.
Use me, Cas, I reply in his mind.I want you. I always do.
“I love you,” he whispers. Then he enters me, cock sliding all the way to the hilt.
It feels so good, to be filled after all his teases. My body flutters and pulses around him. This isn’t the slow, blissful lovemaking I’m used to. He moves fast, only the briars’ tight grip holding me in place. I cry out, tears running down my cheeks as he fills me.
I love you, he says in my mind.
And gods help me?—
I love it.
I love the way he claims me with fury in his voice and worship in his thoughts. I love the way I can pretend to be used and ruined, when in truth, I’ve never felt more powerful.
So I play my part.
I cry out like I hate it. Like I’m ashamed. Like I’m helpless.
But inside, I burn. I ache for him. I take it all.
And I let them think the dark prince has broken his little flower.
Sweat drips over my body as he runs his hands along my breasts, fingertips digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. I clench, tensing around him.
“Oh, Cas,” I cry out.
“Should we let her come?” he roars, bending over me, teeth nipping at my ear. “Would you enjoy that, pet? To come around your captor’s cock like a good little whore?”
Tears of pleasure run down my cheeks as I give a needy sob. “Y-yes.”
Caspian straightens and knots a hand in my hair. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”
The crowd is a blur of color and noise, their gazes searing my skin. Fae with golden irises and forked tongues. Goblins baring sharp teeth. Harpies with wine-stained lips and laughter like screams. They’re watching, devouring me with their gazes, chanting Caspian’s name, begging for more.
Some of them have begun engaging in vile acts of their own. It reminds me of the first Below party I ever attended. I never thought I’d be the one on the throne getting publicly fucked.
Or just how much I’d like it.
How much power I’d feel in surrendering to be his plaything, the thrill of being on display. Let the crowd believe I’m a pawn. A body to be taken. A prize to be defiled.
Caspian moves behind me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. The briars tighten, holding me fast, and I can feelhim, gods, I can feel him, every thrust laced with rage, every movement a lie to them and a promise to me.
His voice rings out above the madness, cruel and sharp. “She likes it. She pretends she doesn’t, but she lives for this. Being used. Being mine.”
Gasps, laughter, more wine spilled.
You look perfect when you’re bent over, my Rose, Keldarion’s voice says in my head.You’re going to let him spill inside you and come to me filthy.
Fuck, Kel, Caspian answers.Your voice is going to make me finish early.
I can’t help but let out a laugh at the lust and pleasure racing through our bond. It doesn’t matter that there are hundreds of people watching us. It’s just the three of us.
