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I plunge my fist into my father’s thorax and massage the blood around his heart muscle. His pale complexion turns pink as the blood vessels pump life into his tissue for a few seconds before it dulls again. I give him just enough of Rose to stop the poison from progressing, but not enough to wake him from his coma. I’ve been doing this for a few days now, and I can see the difference. By only giving a small amount of Rose’s blood, I don’t have to take on the curse myself, but I can be in control. My mother’s so wrapped up in grief, she leaves the important things to me. Rose has made my life perfect, and I plan on never letting her go.
I retract my hand as my mother enters the room, and the wound instantly closes up. I pretend to be lost in thought as she comes to stand with me. “He looks a little better today, don’t you think?” she says with a faint smile.
“They say just before you die, you perk up a little,” I reply coldly.
I don’t think she’s suspicious that something has changed with my father’s circumstances, and maybe I’m being a little harsh, but he isn’t going to wake up unless I give him more blood. I feel an ounce of guilt for keeping him like this, but I push it away. If my dad could have Rose, he’d take her away from me.
Her smile fades, and she nods, accepting my answer. She moves close to the bed, taking hold of my father’s hand. She begins her evening ritual of good luck charms, but we both know they don’t work. I leave them and step out into the hall.
“How’s Rose?” Ghost asks as she appears with Daisy in the corridor.
“She’s better than she was, thank you for asking. You’re very kind.” I smile, allowing my mask to fall back into place.
“Have you made your choice? I mean, is Rose going to be your bride?” Daisy asks.
I want to keep Rose to myself, but I’m not sure if I’d be able to marry her. I can’t have an unwilling bride. “I’m looking after her until she’s better, but Rose isn’t as talented as you two.”
They both thrust their chests out at the compliment, which is pathetic since neither has a large bust. “Will you join us for a walk in the garden?”
I’ve seen more of the gardens in the last few weeks than ever, and I’m bored of making small talk. “Maybe later.”
I take the stairs to my room. Rose is openly reading my family’s books instead of hiding it. I guess we’re both showing our true colours now.
“Have you found anything interesting?” I ask. My father is syphoning her whole family’s magic to build this world. No amount of practice is going to help her perform the simplest of spells, so I don’t care that she’s finding out our secrets.
She looks up at me and then turns the page, uninterested in what I have to say. She might pretend she doesn’t want me, but I know better.
I remove my shirt while she watches me out of the corner of her eye, and my dick jolts to life. I unfasten my trousers and discard them on the floor. My penis is already hard, and I don’t miss her licking her lips, even though she turns another page. I begin to stroke my length, allowing my groans of enjoyment to fill the air.
She continues to ignore me until my patience is running thin. I hate when she resists her urges. I wrap my hand around her hair and pull her to her feet. She doesn’t complain, even though I’m not gentle. I begin to remove her clothes and she doesn’t stop me. It’s as though she knows I dislike her being compliant, which fuels my need to make her fight, or kiss, or give me any kind of reaction. We’ve had sex every night since she awoke in my room.
I reach between her legs, feeling her wetness. I circle her nub, loving the feel of her. She’s beautiful, even when she’s angry. “Tell me you want me inside you, Rose,” I say. She tries to resist answering me, but I can see she’s weakening with every sweep I make over her clit. “Or do you want me to stop?” I bite her earlobe, then slow my pace.
“No,” she whimpers, satisfying my ego.
“Grab my dick.” I’m desperate for her touch, but I’m not ready to beg yet.
She ignores my request, and I dip my finger into her entrance. She pushes back against my hardened length, and even though it’s unintentional, my dick loves the contact.
I was kidding myself when I told the ladies I could marry someone else. I only want Rose. I line my penis up with her pussy, caressing it further.
“Say you want me.” I rub up against her, needing the contact. When she doesn’t answer, I grab her throat, pulling her close. Her breath hitches for the first time, but I don’t think it’s because I’m cutting off her air supply. I slowly remove my fingers from her pussy.
“No,” she says again, grabbing my wrist. “It’s too hard to think when you’re doing that.” She reaches for my dick but I move away.
“Not good enough. Tell me you want me.”
She stares at me fiercely, but I wait for her answer. “Fuck me, my prince.”
“As you wish, Milady.” I push her up against the post of the bed and thrust into her. “You’re mine, Rose. Nobody else will ever taste your delicious pussy.”
She pushes her ass back against me, bettering my angle. We might never be more than this, but I’m enjoying every second. The feel of her tightening her muscles around my cock makes me thrust harder. I grab hold of her hip, pulling her close as my dick slides inside her again. Her wetness makes it easy to slip in and out of her. The pleasure builds inside me until I’m ready to explode.
She moans, losing the battle of hiding what I do to her. I smile wickedly.
Yes, I need this, and I need her. She orgasms, and it’s enough to send me over the edge. I come with force, filling her with every last drop of my seed. We both collapse onto the bed, and I hold her in my arms, feeling the hunger weaken. Neither of us speaks as we lay there, and it won’t be long before I’ll be ready to go all over again.
Chapter Eight
