Page 58
Story: Princes of Chaos
When I get downstairs, I find Pace waiting by the door, running his fingers through his messy hair. His eyes snap to mine when he hears my approach, something dark and satisfied swelling within their depths.
“Let’s go,” he says, wrenching the door open and gesturing to the car idling on the drive.
I follow him with slack movements, because it doesn't matter where he’s taking me. I already know what’s going to happen and who’s going to do it. It’s nearly midnight. In twenty minutes, Wicker will have complete and total dominion over my body–for the next twenty-four hours. Between Lex’s medical exam and what just happened with Pace, I haven’t had time to prepare for what exactly that will entail. Probably, it’ll be just like last time. Hard. Painful. Humiliating.
Just like everything else here.
Pace is quiet as we enter the car–a sleek luxury sedan that he doesn’t seem to know the controls for. In his leather bomber jacket and loose sweats, he almost looks like a normal guy when he starts the car, mashing his forefinger into the button on the console. I know better, though. The lights from the dash collide with the angles of his face, illuminating the scowl that’s always fixed there.
His eyes look weary. “You hear me?” he asks, fiddling with his phone.
There’s a staticky sigh, and then Lex’s anxious voice answers through the speakers. “This shit’s about to go 237 for us, Pace. I’m not sure I can stop him.” I look between the console and him, confused.
Pace hits the accelerator, pointing the car toward the gates. “We’re leaving now. What’s happening?”
“Some bitch is riding him,” Lex answers. I can hear tinny music in the background, the sound of rowdy yells and hearty laughter. “Grinding all over his lap.”
“Goddamn it.” Pace hits the bridge and slams the gas, the momentum pushing me back into the seat. “We’re over the bridge. Can’t you just talk some sense into him?”
Lex scoffs, his voice lowering. “Not when he’s like this. He’s trying–I can see he’s trying. But Pace, these bitches are feral. Rink skanks are bad enough when the playerisn’ta Prince.”
“Fucking pucksluts.” Pace growls, slamming his palm into the steering wheel. “Father knew this would happen. We all fucking knew!” I jerk, startled at the outburst and he glances at me, jaw tightening as he up-shifts. “Get the girl off his dick. I’m going as fast as I can. I don’t think the highway patrol is going to care about Operation: Pussy DoorDash.”
There are mumbles in the background, the sound of a girl slurring something just out of range of being audible, and then Lex’s huff. “Pace?”
He makes a hard turn, knocking me sideways into the door. “I’m still here.”
“Get her wet for him,” Lex commands. “I don’t want to spend the next three months patching up his hatchet jobs.”
I wait to feel it. The heart-dragging dread. The shudder of fear. The roil in my stomach that I’ve grown used to since becoming Princess. I brace myself for the wave of sickening humiliation, but it doesn’t come.
All I feel is defeated.
Pace glances at me, shifting the car into fourth. “Take off your panties.”
“This is about Wicker, isn’t it?” My voice is flat, mouth pressed into a tight line, but I’m not expecting an answer. When I reach beneath my skirt to tug down my underwear, I have the thought that I already miss my body–the dwindling sense that it’s my own.
Keeping his eyes fixed on the road, Pace shifts in his seat. “Spread your legs.”
I part my thighs and lift my skirt, fighting back nausea as the cool air brushes against my center. Outside the window, the lights of Forsyth sparkle and shine as Pace reaches over, his long arm crossing the distance between us. His fingers trail up my thigh and quickly find my center, invading my folds.
It’d be so much easier if my body rebelled against it, forced him out. But the reality is that Pace’s fingers are deft and experienced, just like Lex’s, and I turn toward the window as I begin responding. It’s not like it was back in the security room. The air isn’t suffocating and charged, saturating me down to my marrow. This is slow and unbearably pointed, his forefinger gliding down to enter me before trailing back up to my swollen clit.
“Status?” Lex suddenly asks, jarring me.
Pace makes another turn, but his fingers never stop stroking me. “I’m passing the shops now.” There’s a pause when he buries his forefinger to the second knuckle, voice growing gruff. “She’s still wet from me.”
I shudder at the memory of his release running down my leg as I walked back to my room. Wicker and Lex… both of them left me with a mess, but Pace…
It just kept coming, dripping out of me with every step. By the time I reached my bathroom, it was down to my calf, and still leaking out of me.
“I’ll wait for you outside.” Lex’s words are punctuated by a crackle, and then silence.
Pace makes a low, gritty sound, spreading the slickness back up to my clit. “You just went to bed with all my cum in there, Rosilocks?”
My nostrils flare as I glare out at the city. “I’m trying to get pregnant.” The lie is better than telling him the truth. I tried cleaning it up. He just came so much that it was impossible.
He hums, the glide of his fingertips making my belly clench. “We still have six minutes,” he says, eyes snapping to where I’m open and exposed. “Quickies aren’t generally my thing, but they’re better than nothing.”
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101
- Page 102
- Page 103
- Page 104
- Page 105
- Page 106
- Page 107
- Page 108
- Page 109
- Page 110
- Page 111
- Page 112
- Page 113
- Page 114
- Page 115
- Page 116
- Page 117
- Page 118
- Page 119
- Page 120
- Page 121
- Page 122
- Page 123
- Page 124
- Page 125
- Page 126
- Page 127
- Page 128
- Page 129
- Page 130
- Page 131
- Page 132
- Page 133
- Page 134
- Page 135
- Page 136
- Page 137
- Page 138
- Page 139
- Page 140
- Page 141
- Page 142
- Page 143
- Page 144
- Page 145
- Page 146
- Page 147
- Page 148
- Page 149
- Page 150
- Page 151
- Page 152
- Page 153
- Page 154
- Page 155
- Page 156
- Page 157
- Page 158
- Page 159
- Page 160
- Page 161
- Page 162
- Page 163
- Page 164
- Page 165
- Page 166
- Page 167
- Page 168
- Page 169
- Page 170
- Page 171
- Page 172
- Page 173
- Page 174
- Page 175
- Page 176
- Page 177
- Page 178
- Page 179
- Page 180
- Page 181
- Page 182
- Page 183
- Page 184
- Page 185
- Page 186
- Page 187
- Page 188
- Page 189
- Page 190
- Page 191
- Page 192
- Page 193
- Page 194
- Page 195
- Page 196
- Page 197
- Page 198
- Page 199
- Page 200
- Page 201
- Page 202
- Page 203
- Page 204
- Page 205
- Page 206
- Page 207
- Page 208
- Page 209
- Page 210
- Page 211
- Page 212
- Page 213