The Badboy Prince Just Can't Resist

Chapter 13- And There Was a Frisky Annalise

"What the fûck do you think you are doing!" His angry voice rang through my ears. I glared at him and started to pull my way back up to the table, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.

"Annalise, stop this the right now. You are going to regret this."

"No I won't! They love me-let me back up you bastard!"

"No."

"I'm just having fun you!"

"Annalise, I'm trying to help you."  He angrily stated. "Why are you even here?"

I decided it was a great idea to hurt him physically for my fans. I reared up my back leg, and kicked full forward until I reached my destination.

But it never did reach his family jewels.

He grabbed my leg with fast reflexes and threw it back down, causing me to go out of balance. He grabbed my waist and hoisted me over his wide shoulder. I grunted out, my head hanging as I started to feel dizzy.

"Where are you taking me, you intruder?" I was hitting his back.

"I'm not telling you."

"He's kidnapping me! Help! Somebo-" a smack on my butt made my sentence stop. I gasped loudly and then started to kick him repeatedly,"Let me go! They want to see me dance."

"No, they just want to see you out of that tight dress and in their beds for tonight. What are you doing in that dress anyway Annalise?" He grunted out the last part.

I huffed out," If they want me to take off my dress, so be it. It's hard to breathe in anyway. My boobs hurt so much by now."

He grunted out and heaved a sigh,"Annalise, please shut up. Right now. I'm doing this for your own good. But if you keep talking like that-"

"No, you are kidnapping me."

"Am not." He quickly retorted.

"Are too!"

"I am not!"

"It's without my consent. I wonder what would happen if the Prince got in jail?"

"It wouldn't happen, sweet cheeks." He laughed darkly. I noted we were outside even through my hazed mess. The cool air hit my bare legs and face, a nice feeling out of the heated room.

"I'm going to put you down now, ok?" He questions.

"Do it already, I don't have all day. Even though your ass is fine, my head hurts." I sarcastically fired. He didn't say a word, surprised I would guess. He did have one fine ass, even a drunkard could see that.

"Annalise this is definitely not you." He states in all seriousness. He puts me down and my dress rakes up. I stumble and grip onto his arm for help, the blood rushing to my head. I leave my dress hiked up all the way, so high you could see my underwear.

I didn't have a care in the world.

"Annalise." He huskily looked at my bare legs. His eyes were a dark, stormy gray, no blue to be seen. "Pull your dress back down before I do it myself."