Throwaway Prince by Stunich C. M

Author:Stunich, C. M. [Stunich, C. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Romance, Adult, Fantasy
Amazon: B09JMBTTTM
Goodreads: 59416445
Publisher: Sarian Royal
Published: 2022-06-15T07:00:00+00:00

The Captive Princess

Peyton Drake…

Sunlight digs into my eyes like needles, forcing my tired gaze open. I’m lying on one edge of the bed, practically hanging off in my attempt to avoid the wet spots in the middle. I flipped the comforter over last night to hide the bloodstains, but I wasn’t about to sleep anywhere near them.

With a groan, I force myself into a sitting position. I’ve never been so sore as I am today, and not just between my legs. All over. I feel used, exhausted, hopeless. But no. I have the knife. I have the knife, and I have Reign, and now it appears, I also have Mazzik Gold. The two men might be prisoners here alongside me, but that simply means I have allies. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. That statement has never rung with more truth.

The first thing I notice is how dry and painful my eyes are. I forgot to take my contacts out. How could I have possibly remembered, amongst all that was going on last night?

A soft knock on the door precedes one of the maids.

“Mrs. Wolfe?” she inquires, and the sound of that name rocks through me like a slap. Not a little fuck sort of slap on the ass, but a perfunctory chastisement, a reminder that Grey has taken the victory of this first battle for himself. He married me. Legally. Spiritually. In front of my family. He stole my virginity and left me with memories that I’ll never be able to scrub.

My body pulses, my inner muscles tightening, my nipples peaking. I gasp and cup my arm around my breasts, hating that I’m so naked, so vulnerable inside these walls. There’s nothing I can do to escape Grey, nowhere that I can go.

“I don’t wish to see anyone today,” I declare, wondering if I truly will be respected as ‘Mrs. Wolfe’ or if the title comes with little to nothing in the way of fringe benefits.

“The master has demanded your presence at the breakfast table.”

Demanded. Not requested. I purse my lips, skin prickling with annoyance.

“The next time you refuse my invitation to dinner, I’ll drug your food.”

As if he isn’t drugging me already. He must be micro-dosing me, considering the effect that drug seemed to have on both Mazzik and Reign. The last thing I want is to be on my knees, pleading and begging for Grey’s cock. I can maintain at least some shred of dignity by dressing up and deigning to join him for breakfast.

My cheeks heat at the idea of seeing Grey in the morning light, all dressed up and sipping espresso. I can’t believe I had sex with him last night. Not once, not twice, but three times. I put my face in my hands, gathering myself together. When I answer, I sound like a pompous princess instead of a caged queen.

“I’ll be right down.”

“I have a dress for you, Mrs. Wolfe.” Of course she does.

“Leave it on the landing,” I command, turning and throwing my feet out of bed.

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