Profane Prince Of Domination Novels & Stories

“Game on, prince. It is a fucking game on.” -----

A heavenly pleasure. He stripped me completely, but I can't let him savour his whims as I stripped his white polo off, feeling the hardness of his abs as I slid my arms to unbuckle his belt. My hands were trembling so badly, but I still managed to strip it off. I gulped hard when his boxer was exposed, which inside is the angry bird trying his best to rip the cotton of the boxer. I was out of breath when he was completely naked on top of me, hovering my naked body as well. My eyes snaked into his proud member as I gulped hard the moment I calculated how many inches it was. So freaking big! He's completely perfect in all corners of his body.

Sage. There were no lies in his voice when he called himself the Prince of Black Crest. There was a conviction of identity as he spoke. He had no reason to lie. However, I drowned in utter disbelief as I tried to understand why Dominic would want to be a prince. He did not seem like the princely type. He did not seem like the people’s person or choice nor did he seem charismatic in anyway or form. In fact, he was more of the silent and mysterious type.

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

He groaned and angrily slapped my ass cheek. "Let me in; you've got to let me in while I'm still in the mood. Do you want to die? Why won't you let me in? I'm sure you willingly allow your king to fuck your holes? Open up. I'm also of high rank. I'm a prince. I'm a fucking prince. I'm not an ordinary man, so open up for me." He spanked my ass cheek a second time.

"Spread your legs more, Andrea. I'll give you the best fuck in this world now." My eyes widened when I saw his leather pants disintegrate into ashes. Whoahh! Wow... I guess this is one of the perks of being a demon huh? Then, I saw IT. My mouth quickly salivated without me even noticing. Prince of Lust definitely was a fitting word for him. He was huge! A commando. A major-general. A warhorse! Yes, I blinked many times unable to believe that that would soon penetrate me.

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.

Nodding, Nathan cupped my cheek and gently kissed my lips, another wave of cheers and a ‘this is outrageous’ from the queen, Nathan made sure to deepen the kiss as to show her and everyone who was watching that I was his and no one else’s. “Someone’s asserting dominance” I commented when we pulled away and rested our foreheads against one another. “More like claiming territory” Prince Nathan answered making me smile and lower my gaze as a blush made its way to my cheeks. “ALL HAIL PRINCE NATHAN AND PRINCESS KIARA!”

“Didn't I warn you not to talk to my mom like this? As a Crown Prince, you know how to be in your senses, but you don't know how to talk to a lady.” The stupid crown Prince cracked up and I could feel the sinister edge to this amusement. I could feel a sense of unease settling over me. “Look who's talking?” He smirked, “the son of a woman who could not keep her panties to herself.” Enough of that. How dare he! I heard the gasps around me at his rude remark, and this time I did not show him any anger. “Yes, I am the son of a mistress. A woman who could not keep her panties to herself. And I am proud to be the son of this woman.”