Short Stories

12. Her Dark Prince (Criminals pt.2)

He pushed me against the wall and slammed into me. I grabbed the back of his neck and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist while he thrust into me over and over again.

"Still not disgusted by me?" he growled in my ears, still pounding into me.

"Yes...oh yes...you are so hideous...ugh fuck me harder, you disgusting criminal," I moaned.

"You are something else, Emily." he chuckled and hugged me closer. He fastened his movements and stared deeply into my eyes with his piercing blue eyes.

His thick, hard cock was throbbing inside of me as our hips moved in perfect sync. I felt an intense pleasure building inside of me as I was about to come. I was about to have my very first orgasm with a goddamn criminal.

No, he wasn't my boyfriend. We weren't even dating. Do I know him? Not at all. I met him once and that was two years ago. So what was I doing getting fucked by this dangerous and gorgeous man?

Let's back up a bit.

It all started with a simple home invasion. I used to live in a luxurious apartment with my friend Natalie who I haven't spoken with in a long time now.

We were at home watching a movie and innocently eating our popcorn then all of a sudden three intruders came inside and attacked us. We barely made it alive after killing one called Mel and injuring the other named Mikey.

Then there was Ivan....

Something about him was special. His blue eyes, that deeply scarred face, and those strong muscular arms made me feel hot all over. I wanted him then. I wanted him to ravage me all night. Something must be wrong with me to want someone like that but all of my reasoning became cloudy when I kissed him. It was as if I was possessed.

But my desire for him wasn't enough to keep him out of trouble. He was a violent criminal and prison is where he belonged. After the police came and took him away, I thought I could forget about everything and forget about him. But I couldn't stop thinking about him. My body yearned for his touch.

I decided to move out of Natalie's apartment after I graduated from college that year and move to the city. I rented a shabby apartment and started my new life. I even scored a paid internship and a part-time job as a waitress at a bar. After a year or so I slowly started to forget about him. It was a thrilling experience but I couldn't let it haunt me forever.

It wasn't until after two years my life took a different turn. I came home after midnight since it was the weekend and the bar was packed. As soon as I came inside the apartment, something felt off. I felt like someone had been here. I looked around and nothing seems to be missing so maybe my instinct was wrong. I threw my purse on the couch and went inside the bedroom. Someone grabbed me from behind all of a sudden and pressed his palm on my mouth to muffle any noises.

Oh god, not this again...

"Good to see you again sweetheart, I've missed you," says the man who was holding me hostage.

My heart skipped a beat as I recognized that deep, husky voice. Ivan!

Ivan turned me around and pushed me against the wall. He looked the same, yet, different. His hair was shorter. If it wasn't for his scars and those piercing blue eyes, I would've had a hard time recognizing him.

"H..how did you find me?" I was shaken up at this sudden surprise.

His blue eyes bored into mine. "I have my ways. What, don't tell me you are disappointed to see me again? Did you forget my promise?" he smirked.

"I didn't forget. You just caught me off guard," I said quietly. "Did you escape from prison or something?" I asked.

"Nope. Early release for good behavior. Can you fucking believe that? It was too easy to fool those judges. Buncha morons," he chuckled.