The Sixth Prince - Part 5 - Sex Stories

The Sixth Prince - Part 5

... suddenly flared into anger. How dare he try to control her! Hell, she was a feisty one by nature, and his charade wasn’t going any further with her. “Why are you doing this?” She yelled, pulling away from his embrace, “You’re a demon, a monster! Why the Hell chose to be nice to me? Is this some sort of sick joke ?” “Jasmine…” He stood up, reaching out to her calmly. She slapped his hand away, hard; the impact stung, but he didn’t even flinch. His irises flashed red with anger. Jasmine saw it; the Hellish fire in his eyes. It felt as if it were kicking her down to the floor, making her beg for forgiveness. She was right; there it is: the evil. The hatred. This was it. This is the big reveal. Time to meet the real Hell... Izial stared down at her with a swarming mind. His inner demon was growling furiously at him, yearning to inflict his burning wrath upon her weak, inferior being. She had rejected all he had done for her . She refused his affections and he very well could have raped her instead at any time he wished. He clenched his fists until his nails bit into his skin. Her words were careless and insulted a high authority . His rage made him want to kick her, to watch her suffer and writhe in pain while he watch. But something stopped it from hurting her. It disgusted him. He turned away. “Aren’t you going to hurt me?” She hissed at him. “A real demon would have, you coward.” The words came out before she realized what had done. She felt something deep inside Izial ...

... snap. “Very well.” Before she could react, he flung her against the wall. The side of her head slammed into the solid rock and the impact throbbed in her skull. Before she could collapse to a heap on the floor below, his weight pushed against her body and he pinned her wrists to the wall with a pressure that made her want to cry. The enraged look in his face alone made her want to crawl into a corner and die, and his eyes were glaring at her. They burned the very essence of anger, pouring it inside her head. He wasn’t just mad; this was fury …. But his voice was collected and smooth. That’s what scared her the most. “I could have killed you at any time I wanted . I could have raped you over and over again and enjoyed every minute of it. I could have taken over your free will with a simple thought and turned you into my personal, mindless slut for the rest of eternity !” Jasmine wasn’t giving up. She would fight to the death, even with a demon, even if it was completely one sided, and even if she knew she would lose. She was mad, and damn right she should be too. She wouldn’t let him get any satisfaction out of her. She would never let anyone beat her down without a fight. “Then why didn’t you?” She glared him in the eyes, mirroring his confidence. “Because you’re weak? Afraid ?” Her words challenged him and she knew very well that she had just crossed over the line with a huge, unheard of, and absolutely forbidden step. She stood uncomfortably beneath him, trying to push back ...