Prince Charming (Behind the Screen, #1) by Iris Deorre

feel the vibration.
    ‘Dam it!’
    She had to stop or else he’d come! He was over her like an animal.
    ‘You’re so dam hot right now!’ he said.
    She laughed. She loved seeing him weak for her, not able to contain himself. They kissed, his hands handled her body, he pulled her towards him and planted himself into her. Tiny beads of excitement fizzled through both of them. The world was theirs, they were far away from everything. Their minds and bodies joined. Quick, fast, hard! Over and over again! Her nails dug into his back, her legs wrapped around his waist! He pumped harder and harder until he couldn’t hold back! Neither could she! Within minutes they reached their ultimate height!
    He dropped into her neck. ‘You are something else!’
    ‘And so are you.’ She gazed up at the ceiling breathing heavily. ‘So are you.’
    ‘I like this. I like us,’ he said as he rolled over.
    ‘Me too. I like us too.’
    ‘Do you see us going further?’
    ‘Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?’
    ‘I might be.’
    She laughed.
    ‘So? Do you?’
    ‘Yes, yes I do.’
    ‘Good.’ He kissed her hard against the lips. ‘That means I have a girlfriend.’
    ‘Yes you do.’ She giggled. ‘And I have a boyfriend.’
    ****
    ‘W hat the fuck did you do!?’ She stormed into the basement the next morning.
    Harmony was due at the hospital a little later, and Derek had left early that morning. Marcus looked up at her exhausted. Life down there had taken its toil on him.
    ‘What do you want? It’s either you kill me or let me go.’
    ‘Oh, you want to play games! I’m not fucking playing with you!’ she screamed. ‘You’ve done something very bad, haven’t you?’
    ‘And you haven’t?’ He chuckled. ‘You and I are alike. We’re both going to hell.’
    She slapped him across the face.
    ‘Is that all you’ve got.’ He sniggered.
    She stepped back, picked up a bigger pair of pliers and pulled on his index finger. ‘You feel like fucking with me today? Well then, I’ll fuck with you!’ She snipped off the finger.
    ‘FUCK, GOD DAMIT! FUCK!’
    ‘I’m not fucking around, Marcus. What did you do?’
    ‘You’re sick!’
    ‘What did you do?’
    ‘Fuck you!’
    She walked back, pulled on some gloves and stitched the finger back.
    ‘Stop, please stop, I can’t take this anymore!’
    ‘What did you do?’ She kept at it.’
    ‘What’s wrong with you?’
    ‘If you tell me what you did, I’ll give you something for the pain.’
    He was quiet a moment. ‘What do you care?’
    ‘I don’t, but you should.’ The surgical needle went in and out of the skin. ‘Last chance. What did you do?’
    ‘I captured two women. There in my house. Probably starving. They could die, dehydrate.’
    ‘You fucking pervert!’
    ‘You’re no different!’
    ‘You deserve to die! You deserve all the pain I’m giving you!’
    ‘You would’ve been one of those whores too!’ He spat. ‘You deserve to die too!’
    It hit her so hard. He had no fucking idea! How could he not understand? How did he not know?
    ‘Pain relief.’ He muttered.
    ‘I’ve changed my mind!’ She kept sewing his finger.
    ‘You can’t do that!’
    ‘I can do whatever the fuck I want! And while I’m at it, you might want to search that brain of yours. Oliver must be in there somewhere.’
    ‘Fuck you!’
    She tugged on his finger.
    ‘SHIT!’
    ‘You stink!’ she said.
    ‘Whose fault is that? You put me in diapers.’
    She didn’t answer. Instead she finished the job with his finger.
    ‘There good as new.’ She stood up.
    A few minutes later she returned with a bucket of water and soap and cleaned him.
    ‘You’re disgusting,’ she said.
    ‘It’s your fault.’
    ‘But it doesn’t bother me. I’ve seen worse.’
    He was clean and fed, but she gave nothing for the pain. It wouldn’t kill him and she kept an eye out for infection. He was in professional hands.
    ‘I have to get ready for work. You think about what I’ve asked