Page 68 of The Bastard Prince


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…Big red lips around my shaft... Christ, father, I'm getting hard just thinking about my bitch's small breasts. Maybe I should share my slut with my men to stretch out her little, virgin pussy for me…

Nuh-uh.

Oh hell no!

I'd heard more than enough.

Bastard!

Springing to my feet, I moved for the door, only to yelp in surprise when a hand shot through the window shutter and clamped around my wrist.

"Did you think that I did not know it was you,corderito?" Trig purred, tightening his hold on my wrist. "I can smell you anywhere."

"Wh-what?"

"You have a scent," he growled thickly. "Unlike any other woman. A wolf can always tell when his lamb is near."

Well shit.

"Why did you follow me?" he demanded then, keeping ahold of my hand. "Hmm?"

"I thought you were –"

"You thought I was fucking whores?" he filled in, sounding amused. "You came to the wrong location for that particular rouse. Next time you want to catch me in the act, try a whorehouse."

"You bastard," I hissed, digging my nails into his wrist. "I'm going to –"

"Kill me?" He sounded amused. "Sí,and I am going to fuck you to death."

My mouth fell open. "Over my dead body."

"No,corderito…" He released my hand, and moments later, the door sprang open and I was being dragged out of the priest's confessional section and pulled into his. "You will be over my very much alive body," he growled, closing the door and cloaking us in semi-darkness. He sank down on the bench in front of me. "With my cock buried inside of you."

Trembling from head to toe, I sagged against the partition as he pushed my pencil skirt up to pool at my hips and made short work of my panties.

"Spread your legs for me," he ordered, sounding furious. "Now,corderito."

Panting, I did as I was told, baring myself to him. "Trig –"

"I am going to fuck you in my God's house," he snarled, burying his face between my thighs. "Because you are a devil woman and this is what you do to me."

Hitching one of my thighs over his shoulder, he started to feast on me, licking and sucking like a starved man at a banquet.

"You make me weak." He speared me with his tongue. "You make me so hungry that I cannot think of anything other than your tight, little pussy around my cock." Growling, he plunged a finger deep inside me. "You are a bad fucking woman for me." He pushed another finger inside me. "And I cannot keep you out of my head."

"Fuck," I cried out, arching my hips into his face. "Jesus fucking Christ – ouch!" I cried out when he bit down on my clit.

"It is in poor taste to take the lord's name in vain,corderito," he explained, soothing my clit with his tongue. "Bad little lamb."

"You wanna talk aboutpoor taste?" I strangled out, writhing against his face in the tiny space we were in. "You're licking me out in a church."

"I am going to fuck you in a church," he corrected. "This is just a preview." With that, he ripped his hands and mouth away and reached for his belt. "Are you going to show me how much you hate me, sweetheart?" he purred, pushing his slacks down his hips and freeing his erection. "Are you going to ride my cock and tell me all the terrible things I do to you?"

Exhaling raggedly, I lunged for his lap, straddling his hips.

"I do hate you," I moaned, crushing my lips to his and tasting myself on his tongue. "So much," I breathed, sliding my tongue into his mouth. "Bad wolf," I groaned against his lips.

"Oh, I know…" he crooned, guiding his cock into my tight hole. "You tell me all about it,mi reina." Hands moving to my hips, he dragged me down on his lap, impaling me with his thick shaft. "That's it," he coaxed when I cried out achingly loudly. "Shh, my little lamb. Nice and quiet for your wolf." Bouncing me up and down on his hard cock, he trailed his tongue down my neck, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. "Now, tell me all about the bad man with his cock inside you."

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