The Dark Prince (The Dark Prince Trilogy #1) (6 page)

“I am sorry for doing this, Summer, but it was the only way,” he whispered in her ear, bringing her into a hug against his body.

He then pulled back, telling her to sign the piece of paper on the line, with him following. They were now truly husband and wife.

“Lunchtime!” Trent yelled on his way out the door with Valerie following. The loudness of his voice caused Summer to slightly jump, as she hadn’t been expecting it.

"Come on, Princess," Chase mumbled out with a kiss to the top of her head.

Numbly, Summer followed. She was trying to push her emotions away. She was trying to fight the drugs, but it wasn’t working. Clare followed, keeping behind the newly married couple, staying quiet, her hands clasped in front of her.

They entered the kitchen where someone had delivered two pizzas and there was a bottle of white wine waiting. As Chase helped his new wife sit in a chair, Valerie was busy getting wine glasses out, pouring each person a glass of wine before having Clare set them out. Trent was busy already digging into the pizza, setting each a piece out on paper plates.

“I’m sure mom would have something grand at a time like this. Pork roast or steak,” Trent mused before shoving a bit of gooey pizza into his mouth.

“Most likely,” Chase agreed.

“She can throw her huge announcement party in a few months,” Trent responded.

“You’re a party pooper,” Chase pouted, although his voice was light. He wasn’t a huge fan of the Marcel get together's either.

“I hate parties,” Chase mumbled, but Summer was able to catch it. She had to agree wholeheartedly.

Clare sat two plates down on the table in front of the newlyweds, giving Valerie enough time to slip another half a pill into each wine glass for both of them. She wanted Chase to let loose if Summer by chance, actually would open herself up to do something tonight. He was as stuck up as a virgin most of the time, and stressed to the max.

“Congratulations, Prince Ass-wipe,” Trent muttered out with a mouthful of food. He never cared for the way the older man took charge, how he wanted to change things. Wasn’t the way they were living good enough? He could understand, and would be by his side all the same though.

“I heard that,” Chase laughed, not offended. They often acted like teenagers when they got together. It was how their relationship worked.

Valerie gave out a small laugh, drinking a sip of her wine. The meal was filled with laughter between the three. Summer and Clare both stayed quiet, listening and watching between eating bites of their pizza. Summer’s thoughts, normally crazy and all over the place when no one was talking to her, or demanding something of her, were calm and collected.

Summer knew as soon as the next dose of drugs entered her system as she was overly calm, and smiling more. She even gave a halfhearted laugh about a joke that Trent shared. Chase didn’t notice until his glass of wine was completely gone that something was wrong. He felt relaxed, and not worried about anything that was now set in stone. He didn’t worry that there would soon be a war upon him and his family. He was happy for once. He laughed and joked with Trent, actually liked the feeling the warmth of the wine in his belly. He leaned back in his chair, a glint of happiness and peace in his eyes.

After they finished their meals, Clare took care of the leftovers as Summer was instructed to not lift a finger since it was her special day. Clare did as she was told, giving Summer concerned looks. As the group of four made their way to the living room, Clare went upstairs to change and begin working in the spare bedroom again. Chase had told her to go do what she wanted, as long as she didn’t leave the house, hardly sparing her a glance. He only had eyes for Summer at that moment.

He had Summer pulled down next to him on the couch, his arm flung over her shoulders and running the pads of his fingers against her bare arm. He desperately wanted to feel her skin against his hand.

“When will Hank have all the paperwork sent to you?” Valerie asked while examining her fingernails, acting as though there was no other care in the world that demanded her attention.

“In a day or two,” Chase answered lazily, letting his head tilt back so he could see the white ceiling, resting it against the back of the couch. He was trying to not let his cock think for him, but with a warm body pressed up against him, he couldn’t control his reactions. It had been too long since he took up with a woman to fulfill any of his needs. Way too long, some would say.

Chase had ordered a birth certificate, State ID, and social security number. He also wanted bank cards for his wife to have access to his funds so she could buy whatever she needed or desired.

“But tomorrow afternoon, we are having words, Valerie,” he said in a deadly calm voice, training his eyes straight on her after lifting his head back up. He never did like the wife his cousin had picked. She acted without thinking, showing how truly was she spoiled. Being born into a wealthy family of old money always made women think they could do whatever the hell they wanted, whenever they wanted. One thing Chase hated with a passion. He liked women who were smart, and didn’t go off looks alone.

“What did you do Val?” Trent asked, sitting up straight, his attention fully on his wife. Although her posture was still the same, the shape of her shoulders sagged in dread.

“She drugged me. And my wife,” Chase answered after a moment when Valerie hadn’t answered.

Summer chanced a glance at the woman, seeing the look of fear on her face for a moment before she had a time to mask it. Would Chase hurt her?

“I’ll deal with it,” Trent said, giving a hard look towards Chase. The look spoke volumes, more than his words ever would. At his words, Valerie ducked her head in shame. Who know if her feelings were real or not, though.

“Let’s get ready to go home, Val.” He then stood, and Summer was about to protest, before Chase’s voice broke her train of thought.

“He won’t hurt her, at least not in that sense of the word,” he mumbled, kissing the side of her head in a gentle manner. “They have a different set of rules that they live by, and with the way I like things, Valerie knew better than to do what she did.” He then couldn’t help himself, trailing his lips down to her cheek, then jaw and neck. She smelled amazing. Her skin soft against his lips.

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered between kisses, hoping that she’d take control. He didn’t want to do this, having sex with her against her will just because they both had drugs in their systems. Instead of her saying anything, she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access. She knew she needed to tell him to stop, but his lips felt good on her skin. She could feel the heat burn inside her body.

“I left a couple of pills on the counter to counteract the drugs, but don’t take them until the alcohol is out of your system,” Trent said as he took in the couple on the couch. He was sure that neither knew what they were doing. He was tempted to put a stop to it, but Chase did need to relax and what better way to do so then shooting off a load. Maybe the Prince would be in a better mood.

Chase had somehow managed to move so he sat facing her side. He kept his lips attached to her skin, not caring where they touched. He had a hand on her waist, holding her warm body still, or at least trying to. His other hand supported her head as it leaned back, tangling into her soft twists.

Summer was unable to think. She could only feel and she felt amazing as the her husband kissed every inch of her skin that he could. Before he realized it, she had taken one of her hands and wound her fingers into his hair, feeling how soft it was to the touch. It was like silk in her fingers.

Trent laughed, leaving them to it, knowing his words were lost to them. Maybe Valerie was right. They did need a little help to get them going and Chase always was a gentleman. He needed an heir, even if he didn’t know it. He left a note on the counter instead, hoping that Chase would see it. If not, Clare would in the morning. Trent locked and shut the door behind them as he led Valerie out to the car, leaving the two to do their thing.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Chase said, pulling back and looking into her eyes in a need filled haze.

“Okay,” Summer replied before attaching her own lips to his neck and sucking. He groaned deep, needing more. More of her, more of everything. He almost reconsidered even going to a different room.

The sun had long set and as Clare tried to sleep alone, Summer and Chase made their way to his bedroom. He would be having his wife, his Princess, sleep in his bed from now on.

He wasn’t sure how they made it up the stairs and to his room, but before either of them knew it, they were both naked, kissing and on the bed. Her moans filled the room as he began to massage her breasts. She couldn’t help but arch into him, begging for more. She was already wet as she laid on her back, allowing Chase to trail warm wet kisses down to her breasts. He sucked one into his mouth, while his hand trailed down her body. His other hand supported his weight. He hummed around her breast, bringing her pleasure.

He knew how women’s bodies worked and he didn’t want to admit it, but Summer’s was the best. So responsive. So warm and soft. His hand reached Summer’s slick folds before slowly pushing one finger in before adding another. She was wet and tight.

“I’m not gonna last long,” he stated, moving so he hovered above her. He met her lust filled eyes, knowing that this would most likely be the only time he’d have her here, willingly. He waited for her to agree before taking her and claiming her as his.

“Please,” she whispered, letting her blue eyes pour out her need. She felt like she’d die if he didn’t finish what he had started.

Without more prompting, Chase lined himself up, letting his hand brush against his cock before slowly pushing himself into her warmth. Inch by inch, he went deeper, letting her walls expand around his hard cock. Once he was all the way in, he kissed her deeply, slowly moving back and forth and causing friction. She was warm, tight, and perfect.

“You are mine, Princess,” he panted out, trying to hold back. He wanted to slam into her, taking everything she gave, but knew now wasn’t the time, even in his drug filled lust.

“Yours,” she said happily, wrapping her legs around him, heels on his ass and pushing him against her. Taking the silent cue, he began to thrust into her harder and faster. His cock deep inside her, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. She could feel every inch of his hardness as he took her. She wanted more. Craved it.

Both were panting, as Chase pushed against her g-spot, causing her walls to squeeze around him as she came. He thrust once more before freezing, spilling his seed inside of her.

“Thank you, Summer,” he said with one last kiss to her lips. He pushed himself up, keeping his softening cock inside her warm, wet pussy for a moment longer. He gazed into her eyes, seeing the drugs taking full effect. She was almost asleep, her eyes falling closed.

He was soon following behind her as he brought the covers up to cover their naked bodies. He would never forget the feel of her, of being inside of her warmth.

Chapter 6

Chase had forgotten to close the curtains and his bedroom door the night before. He woke up with a pounding headache, his thoughts muddled. He wasn’t sure what he drank the night before, but whatever it was must have caused more damage than he had originally thought. He was warm, too warm; his body relaxed, even with the sheen of sweat covering him. He knew that wasn’t normal.

The sun was shining in through his light sheer curtains, casting light along his face, making it even brighter than normal, even with his eyes closed. Taking in a deep breath, he began to notice that there was someone lying on his chest, a leg thrown over one of his own. He could feel that they were both naked as the day they were born.

Peeling his gritty eyes opened, he saw Summer and instantly everything crashed into him. He remembered being drugged by his sister-in-law, along with Summer. He remembered how he took her, claiming her as his. He remembered everything, even if it was a bit fuzzy in places. But most of all, he remembered they neither of them fought against the drugs.

He already wanted more of Summer and her sweet nature. He was thrilled that he had made the correct choice. There was no way that the now eighteen-year-old would have been willing to let him take her if it wasn’t for the drugs. And he wasn’t planning to have sex with her, but between being drugged himself, and having a drugged wife who was willing, he wasn’t able to pass up the possibility. Plus, he was a guy after all. How would be he able to tell his wife ‘no’? He’d never tell her that.

He not only took her once, but again as she woke up during the night. Thinking back, she really wasn’t awake, but as the date rape drug ran in her system, she rode him to pleasure. She had leaned back on her hands, showing Chase that she could take control of his own sleepy body. She was a sex kitten on a mission and he worried what would happen between them when she came awake.

He hadn’t lasted long that time either, even as she fell on top of his chest with a light snore afterwards. He hoped that she wouldn’t suffer too badly from the after effects of the drugs as she came awake. He could deal with them just fine on his own but didn’t wish his wife to also.

Not wanting to move, knowing that once he did, Summer would want nothing more to do with him, he let his eyes slip closed, listening to the sounds around him and waiting for Summer to awake. His cock came to life, of course, but he ignored it. He would forever be satisfied from the night before. He’d never do such a thing again, and he would be sure to tell her how sorry he was once she was awake.

Summer had nothing to fear from him. God, he hoped that she wouldn’t think he raped her. Because if she had given off any sort of sign that she didn’t want to have sex, he would have stopped it right then and there.

Summer stayed still as her body began to rise with the bright morning sun. She kept her dry eyes closed, wishing her thoughts would stop spinning. Behind her closed eyelids, flashes of last night jumped into one another. Her heart began to race with her pounding head and dry mouth. She felt like crap.

A white dress. A drink or two which were drugged. A ring that surprisingly fit her well in both size and style. It was simple, white gold. One simple stone in the middle. Perfect. Just thinking about the ring, made her heart fall to her stomach. She never wore jewelry, but she was in love with the small thing.

Parts of the last twelve hours were hazy, her mind still fuzzy. She couldn’t control the lone tear that leaked from the corner of her eye as she lay on Chase’s bare chest. What had happened? What did she get herself into now?

She remembered that Chase had been gentle, making sure she was ready before he tenderly entered his cock into her, taking his time to let her adjust.

Sex had never been so . . . . pleasuring. She had hated sex with other men and she hardly ever was wet so it was always uncomfortable, no matter how long or how many times she had been forced to have sex with the said men. It was always the worst pain she could endure.

She was confused as she never willingly had sex before. She knew she was drugged, that was a given.

Opening her eyes, she looked around his room slowly taking in how clean it was as her naked body came alive. At the thought of her naked body, she was on full alert. She slowly took stock that she felt a little used down below but nothing hurt. Nothing throbbed with her quickened heartbeat.

Looking down at his body half covered by the dark cream colored sheet as he slept, she could tell he was as nude as she was and she found herself slightly turned on and that thought alarmed her. Slowly, she made her way off the bed. Chase’s light snoring not faulting. His limp arm that was around her back, holding her to him, fell to the bed with a soft thud. She saw the tent of the blanket, covering her mouth with her hands to hold in her sobbing fear that was boiling at the top.

As quick as a mouse, she made her way through the room to the open door, giving a glance to the scattered clothes that were scattered on the floor. Once she was in the hallway, and a safe distance from Chase, she made a mad dash to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Once there, she shut the door softly behind her before falling against the wall next to the tub, pulling her knees up to her chest tightly. She sobbed into her bent knees, shaking as the cold from the tile floor soaked into her bottom.

What had she done? Was there any turning back from this? What had Chase forced her into? Would she die at his hands now that he had her? Would he want more from her? Could she survive?

Of course, she knew better, but the fear was there. Did Chase force Valerie to drug Summer just to get sex out of her? She wouldn’t have fought him if he wanted it, since he was her handler. . . . no husband now.

“Oh God,” she sobbed, her voice filled with desperation. She wouldn’t be able to get out now. It was too late. She sobbed harder, and before she could have a chance to calm down, she vomited all over the floor and her bare legs. The strong smell of bile filled the small space she was in as she tried to get her emotions under control. She wasn’t sure what she wanted now.

Chase had been so gentle, letting her take control, never pushing or holding her down. They were equals for just a few hours. With Chase, it was addicting. And she wanted more.

“Oh, Summer!” Clare’s voice broke through her panic, although she couldn’t get her head to lift up to look up at the girl. Clare had heard Summer sobbing in the bathroom on her way upstairs to work on cleaning the spare room and rushed to see what was wrong. Her heart fell out of her chest at what she saw.

She didn’t know what to do. She hated vomit so there was no way she was going to go any closer to the sobbing girl. Instead, she sprinted to Chase’s room since he seemed like he really meant what he had said and wouldn’t hurt either of them. Oh God, did she hope he kept his words.

Clare didn’t know what to do. She’d never seen someone react that way to any of the drugs they were given. Sure, she had heard them go at it during the night and she didn’t get much sleep from the moans that carried down the hallway, but she never thought that Summer would react like that.

“Chase!” Clare screeched out next to his bed. He was naked, and pushed the blanket down off his legs as he sat up. She tried to keep her eyes anywhere else but his semi hard cock.

“What?” Chase said, sitting up straight and opening his eyes, disoriented. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on a frightened pale looking Clare. His hard look turned softer, waiting for her to speak, his mind trying to catch up.

“Summer. Bathroom,” Clare was able to mumble out before her voice faltered in fear as tears gathered in her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around herself, trying to hold herself together. His nakedness forgotten to her.

Chase was up and running to the bathroom in a heartbeat, worried about his wife. He knew she wouldn’t react well once she woke up, but he had hoped he’d be able to feel her move. He must have been more tired than he had thought. Entering the bathroom, he saw Summer and the smell of bile hit him full force. She was shaking and had a fine sheen of sweat covering her body. No wonder Clare was in such a panic herself.

“Hey, Summer, honey,” Clare said, kneeling down so he could be eye level with her. He kept his hands to himself for the moment, not wanting to scare her. Vomit never bothered him, as he’s had to deal with it more times than he’d like to, along with blood of the people he’s killed.

“It’s okay to be upset,” he went on in a soothing tone, slowly inching closer to her. “But right now, we need to get you cleaned up and dressed, okay?”

When Summer didn’t answer, like he expected, he touched her arm and she flinched away. With a deep sigh, he picked her up, taking her to his bathroom and sat her in the tub, turning the water on warm. He held her tight against him even as she tried to shield herself to be as far away as possible in such an embrace. Since he had knelt in her vomit, he climbed in too before calling for Clare. At least Clare had been waiting right outside the door. She still had tears streaming down her face.

“Can you get her some clothes, and a couple extra towels, please,” Chase said, shooting her a calm look, letting her know that he was not upset at her in any way. With a nod, Clare went and gathered what Chase had asked of her. Chase then turned and put the plug in the bathtub, stopping the water as it began to fill the tub nice and warm.

Since he hadn’t sat down yet, he stepped out to grab a washrag that was on the side of the sink before sitting down behind Summer, letting her stiff form sit in front of him.

Tenderly, Chase washed away all sweat and bile from her body, letting his legs spread out on either side of her. Clare came in, setting the clothes on the counter, before moving to sit in the hallway, just in case she was needed. Summer stayed immobile, not sure what to do. She was just there. She didn’t feel anything and it was a drastic change to how she had felt last night. She had felt everything.

“You like that?” she asked, grounding her hips as she rode his thick cock, her eyes half open. She felt his cock press against her clit, creating the best type of friction she ever knew of.

She shivered, trying to figure out why she felt the way she did. Why did she like last night so much? Why was she so drawn to him?

She jumped when Chase began to wash her hair as it was taken out of the up-do sometime during the night. She knew, deep down, that Chase wouldn’t hurt her, but he had said there would be no sex required in this house, so why did last night happen?

“Valerie gave you Klonopin, only to take the edge off yesterday and so you wouldn’t fight me as we wedded, along with Zoloft,” Chase said, just to break the silence or he knew what was going through her mind. He could feel her body shaking as he rinsed the suds from her head and began to put conditioner at the ends. Tearless, noiseless sobs wracked her frail body.

Chase let the water drain after washing her body, then replugged the drain as he gently washed her hair once more.

“She then ended up slipping it into our wine while no one was watching. She gave me some also, just to make sure that if you made any moves on me, that I would follow along,” he went on, hoping he made sense as his thoughts were strictly on his wife. Her body continued to shake. He was not sure if it was in fear, or the after effects of the drugs. Quite possibly both.

“She tends to do things before thinking them through,” Chase mumbled out. “I’m not sure how Trent can stand her.”

"But I wouldn’t have touched you, let alone allow you to have sex with me, if you hadn’t truly wanted it. I know I should have stopped it, but you were just so . . .” he trailed off, not wanting to call her a sex kitten. But she was. Summer wanted a release, and she went for it.

Once she was cleaned, Chase wiped down his own legs before pulling the plug again, standing and lifting her up. Summer was like a puppet, lost in thought. She stood when Chase picked her up and helped her out of the bath tub. He gently wrapped a towel around her shoulders, then used another one to wring out her hair. After he dried her body, she let Chase dress her in a long shirt that was his, and a pair of underwear and shorts that Valerie had brought the day before. Once he had her dressed, Chase wrapped a towel around his waist before having her sit on the toilet lid, beginning to brush her hair out.

He was gentle, almost caring in a way. Silent tears streaked down her face. She wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t used to being treated in such a manner. No one had taken such care towards her.