Prince Darrius

Part 2 Chapter 8

Darrius runs ahead of me and slams the door shut, locking it, he turns to me with a dark expression on his face and I almost gulp, but choose to stare defiantly back at him anyway; trying very hard to ignore his glistening, hard, hot, male body only meters from me.

Completely naked.

I decide his hotness does not outcompete the fact he didn't have trust in me.

So I play along with his belief.

"I'm dead serious, Darrius" I say slowly and clearly, "Maximus really was better —" I'm cut off as Darrius comes at me, lifting me up in his arms, he uses his incredible speed to take me back to the bed in mere milliseconds.

"You never learn, Jennifer," Darrius growls, forcefully placing me at the head of the bed and holding my arms down by holding my wrists above my head with one strong hand. I struggle as he gets his rope out from his bed side table.

"I can't believe you still have that," I hiss, "Is this any way to treat a princess?" 

"Clearly," Darrius snarls, "This is the only way to treat a princess."

"Oh shut up," I snarl back, "Really, I can't believe you would think that I would sleep with Maximus. What is wrong with you? Don't you trust me?" Darrius finishes tying my wrists together and finishes off by tying the rope to the headboard.

To my great irritation this seems to calm him down quite a bit and he runs a finger down the side of my cheek and along my jaw.

"I trust you..." he says, "...to follow your desires. I don't trust Maximus with his ever expanding lust for every female on the planet," he growls this at me as he leans down to kiss me.

I'm almost relieved when he comes in for the kiss, but he abruptly avoids my lips just as he is about to make contact and he instead sniffs the blankets beside me.

"He was in this bed," Darrius growls, I see a twitch in his cheek and I try and kick him with my free foot and manage to get him right between the legs while he is pre-occupied.

I hear him take in a sharp intake of breath before he quickly reacts, clamping down the leg that kicked him with one tight grip, he glares at me.

"What?" I ask, innocently.

"You're really asking for it, aren't you, sweetheart?" I just raise my eyebrows at him in a challenge. Darrius leans over to grab more rope from his bedside table.

"No! Don't you fucking dare, Darrius," I hiss, kicking wildly when he tries to grab my ankles, "What is the aim of this?" I yell as he grabs both my ankles in vice-like grips and ties them both to each corner bed post.

"This is called punishment," he says darkly, glancing at me through hooded eyes.

"I didn't sleep with him," I hiss.

"Doesn't matter if you did or didn't," Darrius shrugs, "You've pissed me off."

Without another word he starts stalking his way back into the bathroom and slams the door shut.

"This isn't going to make me any more complacent, Darrius!" I yell as loud as I can, letting out some steam. I was completely immobilized, wrists, ankles, everything tied down.

Suddenly he apparently didn't care if Maximus was with me or not, but he still thought I deserved to be punished? He thought he was pissed off? He obviously took complete disregard to how equally infuriated I was! When I don't get a reply I start yelling out all the obscenities I can think of.

"I hate you, you domineering piece of shit prince! Arrogant, conceited ass hole! Blood sucking leech! —"

He opens the door without a word, stalking back over to me.

"At least I got your attention," I say proudly, trying to mask my new-found fear. I know he wouldn't actually hurt me, but he might do something unexpected. Something like — "What are you doing?" I ask.

He grabs another piece of rope and comes to my face.

No.

When I try and voice my protests he gags me, tying the rope around my head not too tight but enough to stop me protesting.

"Sweetheart," he says, looking down at me and admiring his handiwork, "I should have done this to you the day I kidnapped you. Now I don't have to listen to you whine and complain anymore."

"-uck, 'ou!" I try and swear at him but fail miserably.

"Oh, you want to know when I'll let you go?" he asks, growling happily, "When you beg me to, Jennifer."

" 'o, 'ay!" I try to say 'no way' but just end up being muffled by the rope.

"Only when you beg me to let you go and only when you apologise profusely to me, then I might just let you go," he sounds far too serious as he says this while walking back into the bathroom once more and shutting the door.

Not long ago I had wanted Darrius to come back to the palace safe and I was looking forward to seeing him again. I couldn't believe now I was tied to Darrius' bed and I was gagged.

I instantly start to re-direct my anger to the one person who caused all this trouble; the one person that put me in this mess in the first place.

Bloody Isobel!

But that wasn't the only thing on my mind. Darrius was clearly pre-occupied with something else he was worrying about.

I needed to find out if he ever encountered Eddrick, if he got his blood, and just generally, ask him what the hell he was thinking about. Because whatever it was, besides me of course, it had put him in a terrible mood.

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