“No, my prince...” I whispered as another tear rolled down my cheek.
He was clearly in so much pain, and I could tell that he was trying to hold himself back while also fighting sothing inside of him that I couldn’t see. Although he did all those things to , I couldn’t find it in to feel angry while he was suffering so much like this.
A loud growl left his lips, and I found myself on my back in bed again with the prince looming over .
What happened to his self-restraint just now?
His eyes were wild again, and this ti, the black fur from his hair had started to spread to so parts of his face, such as the sides of his cheek. His hands were all over again, but this ti, his touches were so rough that it hurt. He squeezed my breasts so hard that I cried out. His hands moved to spread and lift my legs, and then I felt his hardness through his pants as he began grinding it against my wet opening.
No...this...
I was scared at how fast things were progressing and had no idea what to expect next. The prince’s sudden change shocked , and once again, I was at a loss about what to do.
There has to be a good reason for this—a good reason he suddenly did that to and a good reason I didn’t seem to mind his touches.
“The syringe...” the prince hissed through clenched teeth.
My eyes traveled to the syringe that was lying on the bed next to my face after I had dropped it from the force of his sudden attack, pushing backward onto my back. I understood what he wanted to do, but how am I supposed to inject the dicine into him?
“I...can’t...” I whimpered as I started to sob harder.
The prince growled as if he was frustrated with . I held the syringe in my hand as my hand shook. Never mind not knowing how to inject soone, I didn’t even know where I was supposed to inject the dicine into him.
“Do it...now...” he urged with apparent urgency.
I can’t believe...I’m doing this.
I prayed that this night wasn’t real and that everything that had happened since I stepped foot out of my room was just a nightmare.
This isn’t real...please...this can’t be real.
After whispering those thoughts to myself with my eyes closed, I opened my eyes and stabbed the needle right into his arm. A simple push on the syringe and the yellow liquid slowly disappeared into his arm. It all happened so fast, and it felt so simple. I had no idea if I did anything right, but it was already over.
Prince Leonard smiled at for the first ti since I entered his bedroom, and then he closed his eyes.
“Prince Leonard!” I scread his na.
I felt his entire weight on top of as he collapsed onto . Whatever drug was in the syringe made him lose consciousness right away. I wrapped my arms around his back as I shook his body. He showed no signs of waking up, no matter how many tis I called his na or shook his body. His weight on felt extrely heavy, and I was reminded again of the difference in our size.
I have to get out from under him before he crushes for real...
***Later that night ***
After the prince lost consciousness, I sohow managed to wriggle my body out from under him. I never imagined that he would be so big and heavy. After that, I spent so ti flipping the prince onto his back and adjusting his legs and arms into what I hoped was a reasonably comfortable position to sleep in. He was breathing regularly and deeply like he was in a peaceful sleep. The relaxed look on his face as he slept made him look much younger and very innocent. His blond eyelashes that frad his eyes were long, and I couldn’t stop staring at his face.
What am I doing?
I snapped myself out of my trance and broke my gaze away from his face. It was like he had cast a spell over , making it hard for to look away from him. Thankfully, the prince was sleeping peacefully now. With my clothes torn in so many places, I was more than half naked with not much to cover my body.
It was still nightti, but I felt I should leave this room and return to the maids’ quarters. If luck was on my side, Mada Cassandra might have been able to help if I had only found her. Gently, I eased myself off the prince’s bed and tiptoed to the door. I reached for the door handle and turned it.
The handle wouldn’t turn, and the door wouldn’t budge. I bit down on my lower lip to prevent a cry of frustration from escaping my lips as my brows knitted into a frown when I quickly recalled the sound of Prince Darius locking the door from the outside.
He locked up in here with Prince Leonard?!
This is just crazy...
If I knocked and called for help, I might wake Prince Leonard. I doubt anyone was on the other side of the door anyway. Prince Darius was probably long gone. I glanced at the door before turning around to look at the prince sleeping in his bed. A sigh of resignation left as I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I already knew what I should do. Without hesitation, I walked back towards the prince’s bed and softly sat on its side.
He’s supposed to be sick...right?
When that thought ran through my head, the prince started to stir. My eyes widened as I took a sharp breath in surprise. I guess the shot just now didn’t have a lasting effect. It seed the prince wouldn’t have a long and deep sleep until morning.
--To be continued...
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