Chapter 150 - Wrong move, little one

EMMA

My brother pulls me in a bone-crushing hug. “Be careful, sis,” Lucas says and doesn’t let go.

I swear he is squeezing the tears from me as my lungs are deprived of oxygen. “Can’t. Breathe.” I force out.

Lucas eventually pulls back and the tears don’t stop flowing. Saying goodbye to my brother again is as painful as the first time. Lucas gives me a dozen more warnings before he ultimately moves to the car.

Hadrian comes up behind me as I watch Lucas drive away and the car disappears behind the trees.

“You're going to get into that car,” Hadrian says in a stern voice.

I turn to him and give him a skeptical look. The car is out of sight and there is no way to signal to my brother to come back.

“No,” I say and try to match his stern tone and show confidence in my decision.

Saying goodbye to my brother is painful but it won’t deter my choice. I’m going to Sanguinem and I will stop the explosion from happening. If I don’t then I’ll probably go down together with the rest of the city.

“It wasn't a question,” Hadrian says. He grinds his teeth and his aggravation is clear. His patience is running out when I don’t listen to his command. His words are laced with the status of the crown prince and one of the if not *the* strongest alpha.

“It's too bad that I don’t bow down to you, Your Highness,” I say and pick up the backpack. I walk away from him as I start my way towards Sanguinem.

“Emma,” Hadrian warns in a growl behind me.

Hadrian is quick to block my path. He is at least twice my size and hard to avoid. His features are filled with anger. I recognize his determination and I know Hadrian well enough to know that if he wants his way, he’ll find a way to make it happen.

If he decides to pick me up, he can bring me anywhere he wants and I won’t be able to stop him.

I match his anger and rise three inches on my toes. “Whatever you think that’s going to happen, forget it.”

Hadrian crosses his arms. The muscles in his arms bulge with the threat of what they’re capable of. “So, you’re just going to walk two hundred miles to Sanguinem?”

*Two hundred miles? Shit.*

I know he’s right, but I hadn’t made the calculation in my mind. I suck my teeth. “Yes.” My stubbornness won’t allow me to relent. I just didn’t think that Hadrian was really going to stick to his standpoint for so long.

His anger is replaced by humor. “And how do you know where to go, sweetheart?”

I throw him a sweet smile and cross my arms. He raises an eyebrow at me. He really believes that I don’t know how. I want to say that his lack of confidence annoys me, but I’m overloaded with triumph. Because for once, I do know.

“I only have to follow the river. You said it yourself that it runs through Sanguinem.” I gesture to the flow of water beside us.

Hadrian watches me with a scowl. He chuckles but it doesn't have any humor. “Smart girl.”

I grind my teeth and my smile sours. I don’t like being mocked.

“Screw you!” I clamor when my patience breaks like thin ice on the first day of winter. One moment you’re standing on top and the next you’re drowning in frigid ice water. I push my feet into the grass to walk past him.

Hadrian stops me with a thick muscular arm around my waist. “With pleasure.” He whispers and his breath moves over my neck. He starts to kiss and suck on all the places that make me liquid in his hands. The touch of his lips creates hot magma to flow in my core.

I try to find the bones in my body. Mainly my backbone. “What are you doing?” I ask and try to sound unaffected. Try, is the keyword here.

“Something that I've been wanting to do every time you open that smart mouth of yours.” Hadrian digs his pelvis into my waist and his erection makes itself known.

“You get hard when I yell at you?” I ask as I force myself to keep my resolve.

Hadrian roams his hands over my body. “I get a lot more than hard when you yell at me.”

His eyes turn darker to the point that there’s only a sliver of amber left. I know I should not provoke him now because it will only invite the dark prince to make an appearance. But the thought alone makes the moisture between my legs triple. There’s enough slik to take him without necessary extra stimulance and for his size that’s saying something.

I shouldn’t provoke him but I really want to. I don’t think he expects me to run away because I’m able to slip out of his arms. I push my feet in the ground and make a run for it.

The leaves succumb beneath my feet when I run away. I think that I come a good four yards before I’m lifted in the air. I screech and land face-first on a pile of leaves. My hands are covered in leaves.

“Wrong move, little one.” The deep, layered voice of the dark prince cascades to my ears and creates a shiver down my spine.

It’s the only warning I get for the brutal plowing that’s about to come. Is it problematic that the impending wreckage excites me? I don’t want to be good for once, give me the bad. I want the rough merciless punishment.

I try to turn, but Hadrian pushes me down with a growl. The sound is animalistic and threatening. He pulls my jeans down and my skin is exposed to the open air. The soft wind blows over my thighs and backside. I do hope that no living being is around.

I see the color of dark denim in the corner of my eye when Hadrian throws it aside. One hand is placed beside my head and his large fingers dig into the pile of leaves.

His strong fingers wrap around my hipbone and pull me against him. I gasp when I feel the push of his hard length entering me from behind.

I can’t say that he’s taking his time to slowly guide himself inside me. His hips are forceful as he fills me to the brim.

And still, I can feel every inch of him stretching me open one by one. I can feel the head of his cock hitting my cervix. He demands all the space within my body for his pleasure and the only thing I can do is give it.

Hadrian doesn't waste time pulling out and slamming back inside. I can feel the head of his manhood dragging along my walls at a rapid pace. Hadrian fucks me like a wolf in the forest would.

"Fuck." He grunts and his overpowering pounding is animalistic. His length moves over every inch of my walls with a little extra on that one spot in the front.

He drives me hard into the forest ground. His weight is heavy against my back. His skin is hot against mine. The leaves are quickly becoming permanent fixtures on my skin as the perspiration on my hot skin acts a an adhesive.

I can’t say that I’m moaning because the sounds I make aren’t that pretty. I think he’s trying to break me for defying him.

His hard and heavy torso presses down on my back. His strong hips drive into my backside over and over and over as he seeks pleasure. The one arm beside my head holds most of his weight up.

“Hadrian,” I whine and my fingers dig hard into the leaves and dirt beneath. Every muscle in my body tenses and I'm thrown over the hill of my climax. I’m so worked up and my orgasm hits me hard and fast.

I’m dripping and my arousal coats my thighs and everything pushing in and out of me. I don’t think I'll ever recover from my orgasm because Hadrian keeps pounding his heavyweight into me. He doesn’t stop and I think he’s trying to kill me.