Page 25 of The Bastard Prince


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"Did you plan it?" Anton asked then, narrowing his eyes. "Did you tell Vasily to mess with her?" He stiffened. "Did you know the bastard was watching over her?"

"Of course," Fabio replied without a hint of remorse. "Nothing happens under this roof without my knowing."

"But Vasily almost died," Anton choked out. "He could still die, Father–"

"Vasily is useless to me," Fabio snapped with a dismissive wave. "As is Yegor. They are not good enough. Never were. Your sisters are worth even less. You, on the other hand, still prove to be a worthy attribute."

"And him," Anton muttered, rubbing his jaw.

"Indeed," Fabio replied. "As for Jethro – I am still undecided. He is soft and weak. But I have regrettably grown fond of him."

"So, what's the plan now?"

"It's simple," Fabio replied. "You and your brothers will keep your hands off the heiress. Fucking with the whore means that he is distracted. I need him focused and willing to work with me. Therefore, you and your brothers will leave well enough alone. Is that clear?"

"I am not perverted." Anton sneered in disgust. "I don't fuck children."

"Commendable," Fabio mused. "But your brothers are hungry. Keep them in line, son. No one touches the whore. Not your brothers. Not the men. No one."

"And the bastard?"

"He can do whatever he wishes with her body. It is his to use however he feels inclined," Fabio replied with a shrug. "He can hold her hand like a pussy bitch or fuck her with his cock. Take her like a dog, or make sweet love. It does not matter to me what he does with the whore as long as he stays in line."

"Will she still have an initiation?" Anton asked, sounding deep in thought. "The code says that any whore chosen to bear our children must be claimed through the initiation ritual. He will not permit such a thing. He will consider it a crime and an insult. You saw how he behaved at the initiation for Yana last week. He was out of his mind with disbelief and rage. He was murderous."

"You are right, my son. There will come a time when the heiress whore has to be initiated into the family or whored out," Fabio agreed thoughtfully. "However, I will give him an extended grace period."

"How long?"

"I will give him until she turns eighteen." With a nod of his head, he said, "She will be initiated on her eighteenth birthday. It is up to him if he wishes to proceed before then. He can fuck her tonight for all I care, but hewillyield to me and she is the key to his submission."

Anton's brows shot up. "You value him so highly?"

"She is his prize," Fabio replied. "And he is mine."

"And the priest?" Anton pushed. "You're going to permit the visits?"

"I am," Fabio replied with a devious smile.

"You have a plan," Anton noted, eyeing his father warily. "You know something, don’t you?"

"It is my job to know all things. You need not concern yourself with fears of betrayal or rebellion. I am always ten steps ahead," Fabio chuckled, draping an arm around Anton's shoulders. "Now, come, son, let's find some whores to sink into. All this talk of the heiress is making me hungry…"

Pain seared through me, attacking my senses and making it hard to breathe, and I desperately tried to keep a hold of my nerve.

I cried out when I felt Trigger push his thumb inside my tight hole. Pushing inside me, he roughly pulled back out before forcing his thumb in my virgin ass once more.

Don’t be sad, Ashton.

This is what you wanted, remember?

You begged him to contest.

You won.

You fucking won.

Now make the bastard prince pay for his betrayal!

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