Thread: A Prince's Pride [WishxDecay]

O, she understood. She understood perfectly fine. But she would repeat herself till the day she got the hell out of here. If only to keep him from knowing her own attraction to him. Hate and anger only covered so much and so far, she'd been able to keep it from the bastard. And then what? You'll take what you want from me and then send me packing back to my father once you've had your fill. She scoffed, eyes glued to the beautiful slid of muscles beneath scared skin. Her fingers twitched at the sight of them, wanting nothing more than to run her fingers over each and every scar just to map them out. There really was something about a man willing to bleed for his country. Something primal that called to her inner animal in a way that made her want to jump him right then and there. If there was anything at all she could respect about the prince standing before her, it was that he would go to battle with the rest of his people. He'd willingly bare those scars and eagerly accept more if the time ever arouse. She respected that about him, found that small thing honorable. Though that was where it began and ended. There was too many other bad qualities that the one good on couldn't even make up for it. God, she could just imagine it, having to teach him how to truly run his country and win wars. It would be exhausting having to do everything from behind the scenes, probably even go behind the idiots back just to make it look like he was the one to do it. Appalling. Her eyes went wider as he started forward, lifting a hand to press against his chest as he came upon her. A soft sound got caught in her throat as his hand wrapped around it and she was shoved back into the wall, free hand coming up to grab Leo's bare hip and squeeze it instead of the arm. That is, of course, until his hand slipped inside her panties, making her eyes go wide with anger and a small dash of fear. She hadn't accounted for this. Hadn't thought that this part would scare her like this but it did. And Leo was willing to hurt her to make a point. Hurt her in such a place. A very easily damaged place. Though as his fingers shifted pleasure over took the fear, sparking from her clit each time his fingers just barely brushed against it and causing her pussy to slick with her juices. Soft tears welled in her eyes as she glared at the man, hips shifting slightly without her wanting them to to try and double the pleasure. Though it didn't work, only made her whine softly at the lack of very much needed contact. I hate you. The words were a soft whisper on her lips the moment she had breath enough to speak, her body moving slightly forward to press all the more firmly against the princes. I'll never forgive you for this. One day, when your back is turned, i'll run you through. With that her lips clashed with the princes, teeth scrapping against his lips as she nipped at them. Her hands shifted, digging her nails into him as she yanked him all the closer, causing scratch marks until they caught hold of him firmly. She truly hated him, hated the way she desired him. The way his arrogance pissed her off and this.. this only solidified her plan for her. She was taking this man's kingdom. She'd take it and she'd force him to go through these exact same things. Maybe she'd make it worse on him. Torture him until he apologized. Maybe even worse. Forced him to beg and plead for mercy until she was satisfied, till he was kneeling at her feet licking her boots. Yes, that would be an image to behold. The proud arrogant prince on his knees before her, bowing and begging.