Chapter 5: Merciless Prince: Chapter 4

This is it. This is what I’m here for.

Aiden didn’t buy a wife just to lock away and ignore. He bought me to fuck. I’m supposed to be his toy.

“No, Aiden…”

The brutal beast tugs at my ankle and sends me flying to the edge of the bed. “What was that?” he asks, his voice deep and low.

“I can’t. Please.”

“What can’t you do, little flower?”

“This.”

“You don’t think you’re ready?”

“I’m not ready.”

My eyes are pinned shut. Despite the searing pressure building up below my waist, the weight of my fear is far heavier. I’ve been a porcelain doll locked up in an oversized closet for my entire life. The pressure that beats down my walls is so strong that I fear it might shatter me. I’ve never even kissed a boy before, let alone been fucked by a beast.

“What have you done before?” Aiden asks. He looms over me, covering my body with his dark red shadow. But he doesn’t go any further. Still the heat that washes from him makes my heart pound against my chest like a jackhammer.

“Nothing.”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“No.”

Aiden sucks his lips. I open my eyes to see him shaking his head. “Elisa. Elisa. Even more innocent than I thought. What was your father thinking?”

“He wanted to protect me.”

“Maybe. But he didn’t do a very good job, did he?”

“He did until you showed up!”

“Oh, I’ve been a part of his life for even longer than you have.” Aiden’s cruel playfulness suddenly gets very serious. The dimple is gone, but the dress shirt is off. A gasp escapes my lips. Through the red-tinted darkness, I see his body. It’s magnificent… and terrifying. His sculpted torso is almost fully covered in dark twisted tattoos, cutting off only above the forearms.

“Who are you?” I ask, trembling with fear and repressed desire.

“I’m Aiden Kilpatrick. Son of Rian Kilpatrick. Heir to the Kilpatrick mafia empire and future CEO of Kilpatrick Inc.”

“How do you know my father?”

A furious darkness overtakes Aiden’s features. “He owes me a great debt.”

“Am… Am I not enough?” As If being sold hasn’t already shattered my shaky confidence. The thought of being a minor addition to a much bigger deal has a river of despair ready to carve through me.

“You are more than enough, little flower… for now. Give me what I want, and all will come together.”

I gulp. “What do you want?”

Aiden’s eyes drift up my legs, stopping at the unbroken cherry that lays between them. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

Before I know it, Aiden is slipping off my shoes. When he’s done with that, he sets my feet against his hard stomach and leans down to my waist where he slowly unbuttons my pants.

I let him. Whether I’m shocked still from fear or arousal is impossible to decipher. A whirlwind of conflicting thoughts race through my mind as my pants are ripped off.

A yelp escapes my lips. No one’s ever seen me naked before. Really and truly no one. Not my maids. Not even my doctor. And certainly not any stranger. I’ve been raised in gold speckled bubble wrap and now Aiden’s popping every air of safety I’ve ever known.

My hands shake and my heart threatens to beat through my chest. But Aiden doesn’t continue undressing me. Instead, he stands back up and stares at the soft untouched skin of my exposed thighs.

“Stand up,” he orders.

As though under a spell, I do as he says.

“Undress for me.”

I’m not as quick to obey that order. “No… I… I…” For the first time, it really hits me.

I’m going to be raped.

Aiden Kilpatrick isn’t some gentleman galivanting around as a tough guy. He’s a monster. A mafia prince. The devil disguised in a designer suit. But he’s taken that suit off, and now I see the real monstrous thing.

He stands in front of the red stained-glass window, drenched in bloody light. I swear I see steam rising up from his powerful body.

My knees clatter together. I have to resist. I have to be strong.

“You must do as I say, Elisa.” There’s this jagged elegance to Aiden’s rough voice that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. It also makes my nipples harden. I can’t let him see my arousal. Then he’ll take me for sure.

As if he won’t take me anyway.

My father warned me about men like Aiden. Irish devils with no care for tradition or the rules of the underworld. They hurt women. They hurt children. They burn empires to the ground, along with everybody inside, just to get what they want.

And right now, he wants me.

“I won’t,” I rasp.

“You will.”

My icy fear cracks a little bit from the fire that rages under it from Aiden’s cocky certainty. “I won’t,” I repeat.

“Yes. You will.” He says, stepping forward. I crawl backwards, trying to escape his deep dark shadow.

But my back hits a wall and my racing heart sinks. I’m truly trapped. “You’re a monster,” I whisper.

“To you, I am far more than a monster. Your obedience is required, Elisa. And I’ll get it from you, whether you give it to me the easy way or the hard way. I’m not completely evil, though. I will give you a choice. Easy or hard?”

The implication in his hard tone pounds my racing heart into submission. I can’t fight this monster. He’s too strong. I don’t doubt that he could kill me with the smallest of efforts. But as long as I’m alive, there’s hope. Now, it’s my job to stay alive. To keep hope alive. To do as he says.

My head falls in defeat. “Easy,” I whisper. A molten stream of shame slinks down my raw cheeks.

“Undress.”

My tank top is the first to come off. Despite the suffocating heat in the room, a chill pebbles my skin when my bare midriff is exposed in the devil’s lair.

“Good girl.” His deep dark words squeeze the pressure in my stomach. I clench my thighs together, trying to will away the arousal of being watched. This is so intimate. I should only be scared and angry. But there’s that third feeling. Those stormy green eyes are drinking in the wetness pooling in my panties. It’s like being cut by a warm knife in a snowstorm.

Without being prodded further, I reach behind my back and find the butterfly latch on my bra. A deep sigh escapes my trembling lips. This is the last moment of my untouchable innocence. With only a gaze, Aiden is corrupting my purity.

My bra drops and my breasts spill free, seen by someone else for the first time since they came to be. More embarrassing than the shame of giving my virtue to the lustful devil is the newly exposed proof of my own arousal. I don’t dare look up at Aiden, but I can practically hear him licking his lips at the sight of my hard nipples. He knows my body wants it. He knows my mind doesn’t. It’s torture. I’m sure he wouldn’t have it any other way.

But there’s still more to inspect. I’m wet too. Just like he wanted. The bastard. At least by taking my stained panties off it will make it harder for him to see the fluids of my treacherous body.

The silk underwear hits the floor.

“Kick them away,” Aiden says, never satisfied.

I step out of the soft material and nudge it away with the side of my foot, clasping my hands together in front of my drenched and quivering flower.

Aiden’s thick fingers cup my chin. Slowly, he raises my heavy eyes onto his. The emerald of them is even more intense up close. A weightlessness comes over my bones.

“You say you’ve never been kissed before,” he says. “Well, I won’t be your first, not tonight.”

There’s little consolation in his words; they don’t mean he won’t rape me. I may be naïve but I’m not that naïve. The python begging to be released beneath his pants doesn’t need my lips to be satisfied. At least, it doesn’t need the lips above my chin.

On its way down from my chin, the back of Aiden’s hand brushes against my tented nipples. The contact draws an uncontrollable whimper from my lips.

My cheeks burn with humiliation. My body is betraying me. But the truth is, behind the shame and the rage and the sadness, my mind wants something more too.

Before I was sold, my life was supposed to finally be changing. I was about to taste real adventure for the first time. Well, now adventure stands in front of me in the form of a stunning Irish prince. But he’s no prince charming. He’s heir to hell. And now he wants to drag me down into the flames to be his corrupted queen.

“Should I pluck thou from the uncorrupted earth in which thee grew, little flower?” The sudden tinge of a Gaelic accent in Aiden’s words pulls at my heart until it’s somewhere in my highly pressurized gut. I shut my eyes tight. My whole body shakes.

Aiden draws a thick finger down my belly. My ragged breath shortens. The pressure inside of me threatens to explode. A powerful arm passes over my shoulder, caging me in place. “Are thou wet enough to be taken?”

Before I can take another breath, Aiden’s finger slips deep inside of my virgin pussy.

“Ah!” The cry that escapes my hoarse throat is something between a whimper and a prayer. My whole body spasms as Aiden splashes through my juices in a painful yet utterly pleasurable flurry of short and wild jabs.

“You’re so tight, princess.” His hot breath washes against my neck. I sink against the heat, but before I can fall too far, Aiden catches me with his free arm. I’m propped up by his flexed forearm as he fingerfucks the innocence out of me. “So tight and so wet. Just like I suspected. You’ll survive this new garden yet, little flower. Maybe you’ll even enjoy it.”

Aiden doesn’t wait for a response before he plunges his face between my breasts.

“Oh my god,” I gasp from the depths of hell as the devil’s canines latch onto my rosy nub. He sucks like he’s trying to steal my soul, but even that’s only half as effective as when his wild tongue starts lashing around the small sensitive pebbles that surround my pink spot.

“Delicious,” he growls before switching onto my other breast.

My chest swells and my breaths deepen and with the twist of his finger Aiden makes me explode. I gush over his finger, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he adds another finger into my tight pussy.

My vision goes white. Suddenly, my arms are around Aiden’s bare shoulders. I’m holding on for dear life as the pleasure ravages every inch of me. I’ve lost control of my treacherous body, but my mind is in on the job. It’s blank with ecstasy, and the only thing besides the pleasure that it can process is the ear shattering cry that’s escaping my lips.

How long have I been screaming for?

I try to shut myself up. My cheeks burn with shame. My body bursts with pleasure. Aiden gives my sensitive nipple one last light bite and then rips his fingers from my crumbling sanctuary. Wet pools spill from my pussy and when my vision returns, I see Aiden holding up two glistening fingers in front of my face.

“Would you like a taste?” he asks. That smirk. Those dimples. I’m too fried to respond. But when Aiden shoves one of his fingers between his lips and sucks my juices from his skin, I’m shocked back to life. “Delectable.” He traces my lips with his wet finger before managing to pry them open. “Here.” The product of my arousal hits my tongue and I can’t help but suck it off his finger.

He’s right. I do taste delicious. But it only makes the shame all the more severe. Aiden is making me into a whore. That’s not who I am. He wants to take something I’m not sure I want to give. He wants to coat his cock in my unwilling arousal. Rape me.

I always thought I’d only ever get this wet for the right person. For my one true love. A boy who would save me from my life of captivity. But Aiden’s stolen that dream from me, just like he’s stolen my dream of helping people. Just like he’s stolen my dream of freedom and the Ukraine. Just like he’s stolen me.

“That was a good start,” he says, keeping me pinned against the wall. “We’ll have to do this again.”

With a single strong push, I’m freed from his muscular cage. But without his support, I have no strength to stay upright. My weak knees buckle and I fall to the floor, somehow filled to the brim and completely empty all at the same time.

“That… That’s it?” I can hardly believe I’m daring to ask it. The last thing I want to do is prod the devil. But I thought he’d take it all from me right now. I thought the second he realized how turned on I was, he’d impale me with his cock and claim me and my virginity. But it doesn’t sound like he’s going to do that. At least, not yet.

“Yes, princess. That’s all for tonight.” Aiden turns and fetches his shirt from the ground. The sight of his powerful back muscles sends a tingle up my exhausted legs, but it also covers me in fear.

There are more than just muscles beneath his athletic shoulder blades. Even through the dim red-light bleeding in through the stained-glass bedroom window, I can see the scars on his back. Same with the tattoos. Black and broken angel wings stain the entirety of his tight skin.

The gothic image fills me with equal parts dread and sadness. What has Aiden been through?

That sympathy is quietly squashed as the hulking Irish prince slips on his shirt and storms out of the dark bedroom. A black cloud follows him, shading his handsome features.

The door slams shut behind him. A moment later, I hear the turning of a key and a click. I’m locked into my new cage. A tower in the middle of a dark foreboding forest. Surrounded by my father’s enemies and held by a dangerous young prince with nefarious intentions.

Aiden’s broken and scarred angel wings slowly fade from my mind. There’s no way I can afford to have any sympathy for anyone in here but myself. Especially not with a man like Aiden on the prowl. In my sheltered life, I’ve read enough to learn one thing for sure. Broken wings mean a fallen angel. And when an angel falls, he doesn’t become human.

He becomes the devil.