Seven days.

He kept me there for seven. More. Fucking. Days.

At one point (lots of points actually) he even had the nerve to confine me to his bedroom! I didn't have anything to do for hours! The cruelty!

Yeah, I got to feed every day (which was such a fucking luxury you don't even understand) but still, I wanted to go home, and see Jamie, and-

Oh fuck.

My boss probably thinks I'm dead. Jamie probably thinks I'm dead. And that is so much worse than being fired.

Jamie. James Carter was my best friend in the entire world. And probably my only friend too. He was a human, so yeah, I'd eventually outlive him which sucked because he was so awesome. But at the moment I relished being his friend too. Originally we met because of work. He was a bartender on the weekends and so was I.

We both worked at a techno club called Impulse. It had two levels. There was up club and down club. Up club was your typical, you know... nightclub. Dancing, music, booze, the whole shebang. While down club was a bit more... in depth. Usually, the bouncer had a guest list so only certain people could go down there. Mostly because it was a BDSM club.

Personally, I wasn't into the whole chains and whips stuff. I couldn't deal with some light bondage sure, but nothing too serious. To each his own I guess. And although I didn't like it, I knew for a fact Jamie did. He'd never told me or made any hints about it but it was something I had noticed after a few years.

I suppose he was really just curious about it. He hadn't had sex, ever, as far as I could tell. But he was seriously kinky.

I groaned aloud. It was going to suck ass when I got back.

My heart clenched take the sudden thought. I was sort of getting attached to the prince. The last few days he had been showering me with love and affection at any chance he got. He would give me things and take me around the town. And not to brag or anything but I'm pretty sure he took me on a few unofficial dates.

It wasn't about the sex to him anymore. Which kind of irked me. Maybe I didn't want this. Maybe I just wanted to go back to my normal life. But he assumed he could do whatever he wanted and I never corrected back. How could I?

Prince Cassius was trying to pull me closer, but all I was doing was scooting away. His brother's words still made me wary of him.

Did he really cheat on two people? Behind their backs? I couldn't even imagine him doing something like that by now. He was just so... him. He was always gentle and sweet and I couldn't find a single thing he wasn't flawless at. To be honest it even ticked me off a little bit.

I pressed my knuckles against my lips. I was falling too hard and too fast and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

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Eventually, I found myself strolling into his office. I just couldn't resist the temptation. The door swung open dramatically as I made my entrance.

His office was quite spacious actually. With a sleek black desk in front of a large window with had maroon drapes. To the other side of the room were two matching armchairs that sat before a constantly burning fire.

"Can I go home?" I stated with an innocent look on my face as I pressed my palms onto the flat wood of his desk. He looked up briefly before scribbling on his paper again.

"Uh... no," he muttered, this had been the typical greeting for most of the week. Same question, same answer. Every single time.

"Why can't I?" I huffed and crossed to the other side of the desk.

"Because I said so," Prince Cassius replied, not really giving me any attention.

"That's not even a reason!" I pouted and threw my hands up.

"Sure it is," he responded curtly, still not looking at me. Fine.

I jerked his chair to the side so his body was faced towards me. He gave me a blank expression and crossed his arms. My tongue flicked over my chapped lips as I swung my legs over his lap and straddled him. The prince watched patiently as I pressed our foreheads together so he was forced to look at me.

"Don't ignore me," I hissed and began to kiss down his jaw. I noticed as he twisted his neck ever so slightly so I could get a better angle.

He liked it.

"How horny are you right now?" He mused with a smug smirk on his face.

"Very," I rolled my eyes and nipped at his skin. His fingers twisted in my hair and jerked my head back. I yelped in surprise as he ran his nose up my throat.

"I thought you already ate today," he whispered and ran his warm hand up my side.

"Of course I did," I scoffed and wiggled on his lap, "sometimes I just like to have sex."

"I see," the prince sounded distracted as I began to rock back and forth on his growing erection.

I didn't hold back my moan as it began to poke me in the ass. His hand began to travel to my waistband.

"Ah, ah," I teased and removed his hand, "you make me wait all the time." I slid off his lap and leaned against the desk, "so now it's your turn."

I could tell it annoyed him. Perfect.

"You know I'll punish you," he warned, but I didn't care. This was payback. I bent closer to him.

"I'll make sure to have my hole nice and stretched for your cock when you get back," I whispered and kissed his ear. He grabbed my shirt and opened his mouth to speak but the door opened just in time.

The prince caught a glance at who it was and immediately pushed away from me and back to his desk.

"Hey, Ekko, what do you need?" He asked coolly. I blinked.
What the fuck.

A small demon walked in, he looked younger than me, but not by a lot. His hair was a dark golden color and it framed his face in soft waves. His eyes were wide and had a bright blue-green hue. I also noticed how delicately he walked, a noble no doubt.

"Hi Cassius, I was just wondering if-" he cut off as his wide eyes landed on me. "Oh, I'm sorry! We're you guys talking?"

You could say that.

"Uh, yeah, this is Alabaster," the prince gestured towards me.

"And Alabaster," he looked to me and then Ekko, "this is Ekko."

"Anyways, Lord Caym is hosting a party," Ekko explained and looked off for a moment, "I was wondering if you'd like to come."

"Anything for you, Ekko," Prince Cassius replied with a smile. The other demon grinned and bounced out of the room.

"It's on Saturday!" He called as he went. I felt spite well up in my chest. Did he just ask him on a date? Had the prince agreed? I didn't understand why I felt so jealous. It was just sex. An exchange of goods essentially. There was no reason for me to assume it was anything more.

And yet it stung my pride and my heart.

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I had to pretend it was nothing. I couldn't let him know that the exchange had unnerved me in any way. So I did just what I told him I would.

It wasn't like when he would stretch me, I could never get my fingers as deep. But it didn't matter if I could get off, only that I was sufficiently prepared.

My face was pressed into the pillows and my ass was high in the air. I could feel my fingers brushing across my prostate every now and then and it made me writhe with pleasure. I was panting and moaning and picturing the prince in my head. I couldn't help it anymore. Every single time all I could imagine was him.

It was honestly slightly annoying.

I left my cock untouched. It was painfully hard and leaked precum all over the blankets. I was getting increasingly impatient for Prince Cassius to arrive. I couldn't tease myself all day. It was agonizing.

"Ca-Cassius," I moaned and squeezed my eyes shut, "Cassius."

I clenched my fist in the sheets as tightly as I could. I was so caught up in pleasure that I didn't even hear the door open.

"Just look at how lewd you are," Prince Cassius whispered, closer than I had anticipated. I bit my lip and rolled on my back to face him. He was standing by the side of the bed. Leaning over the edge in fascination.

I grinned and began to rub my cock in my hands. God, it felt amazing. My fingers pressed as deep as I could get them and I arched my back in pleasure. Moaning and squirming like a porn star.

He watched with unguarded list and slid his fingers down my inner thighs. I gasped in surprise when he pushed them apart roughly so he could get a better view.

"Hah, ah, f-fuck me please," I begged and twisted my head back in pleasure. "I'm so ready for your cock, it's so hot."

I waited as he undressed and I could barely stop myself from just pinning him down and riding him like hell.

"Don't worry baby, I'll fuck you until you can't walk."

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And god, did he.

I was fucking sore after only a few minutes. I'd lost track of how many times I had come.

The prince laid beside me, we were both staring up at the ceiling and trying to calm our rapid breathing.

I laughed softly at everything that has happened in a single week. Everything just felt... wrong. But it all fit together perfectly too. Fucking confusing.

"What do you even do all day?" I sighed breathlessly and turned on my side.

"Most of the time?" He started and looked over at me, "I'm signing legal documents for my father."

"Why would you do that for him?" I muttered, only trying to keep the conversation alive. I liked to hear him talk. His voice was deep and comforting.

"In a few weeks all that work will be mine," the prince sounded both excited and tired at the same time as he spoke. But that isn't what I had focused on.

Coronation.

If he were to be made king in just a few weeks. Then he had found his mate.

Everyone knew that King Asmoday had forbidden Prince Cassius to inherit the throne unless he had a mate.

The king himself claimed that it would be much easier to shoulder the weight if he had someone beside him. But most of us knew it was because he wanted to stay the in power.

So for him to say that meant that he had a mate. And I bet I knew who it was.

Ekko.

Just by the way he reacted to seeing me meant that he didn't know what was going on between the prince and me.

Which sucked balls.

It carved a hole in my chest to know that I was just here for his enjoyment. There was no other explanation.

He was so fucking manipulative. Prince Cassius was so polite and sweet but he was a liar.

"Oh," I choked out before or let the silence grow any longer. "How's it feel?"

"Stressful," he groaned but I could see the smile on his face.

I hated him.