Dark prince, p.1
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DARK PRINCE
A Dark Romance
Devious Heirs
Book One
Whitnay Edes
Copyright © 2025 by Whitnay Edes
Dark Prince
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All characters and events in the book are all fictitious.
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The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Editor Ria from Moon and Bloom Editing
Book Cover and Formatting by Whitnay Edes
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Trigger Warnings:
Dedication:
Blurb:
Dark Prince Playlist:
Chapter One | Cordelia
Chapter Two | Axel
Chapter Three | Cordelia
Chapter Four | Axel
Chapter Five | Cordelia
Chapter Six | Axel
Chapter Seven | Cordelia
Chapter Eight | Axel
Chapter Nine | Cordelia
Chapter Ten | Axel
Chapter Eleven | Cordelia
Chapter Twelve | Axel
Chapter Thirteen | Cordelia
Chapter Fourteen | Axel
Chapter Fifteen | Cordelia
Chapter Sixteen | Axel
Chapter Seventeen | Cordelia
Chapter Eighteen | Axel
Chapter Nineteen | Cordelia
Chapter Twenty | Axel
Chapter Twenty One | Cordelia
Chapter Twenty Two | Axel
Chapter Twenty Three | Cordelia
Chapter Twenty Four | Axel
Chapter Twenty Five | Cordelia
Chapter Twenty Six | Cordelia
Chapter Twenty Seven | Axel
Chapter Twenty Eight | Cordelia
Chapter Twenty Nine | Axel
Chapter Thirty | Cordelia
Bonus Scene | Cordelia
Acknowledgements:
Trigger Warnings:
This book has dark themes not meant for anyone under the adult age of 18 years. Please be advised that reading this book could be triggering for many different reasons, including but not limited to:
Explicit sexual scenes, Breathe play, Violence, Blood, Blood Play, Kidnapping, Consensual Non-Consent, Abuse on and off page, forced marriage, control, death, family conflict, drugs, bodily fluids, Bondage, torture, forced pregnancy, and more.
There are scenes that I would consider CNC, but wanted to warn you in case this is not for you; the Male Main Character physically harms the Female Main Character, including forcing her into a SAW-like maze, throwing her, hitting her head against the floor, carving into her flesh, choking her until her lips turn blue and she passes out, wrapping a belt around her neck, forcing himself down her throat (again making her lips turn blue), and more.
As you read this book, remember that it is all fiction, none of this is something I condone in real life. We’re here for the red flags and trauma drama. Enjoy reading, and welcome to my world.
Dedication:
Listen, I know you’re expecting something dark and sexy here, like STFUATTDLAGG. However, there are two people that need to know how much I appreciate them.
Jess Michalski and Kira Vanasse, thank you so fucking much for pushing me to write what I wanted to write. The fact that we’ve found each other makes my heart so fucking happy.
Now that I’m done with all the mushy shit,
I want you to sit the fuck down and read this book, take every fucking inch of these words and remember to breathe through your nose.
That’s my good little deer.
Roses are red
Your lips are blue
We don’t need a bed
When I take you
Blurb:
Cordelia
My life is simple, stripping at night, sleeping during the day, and occasionally taking a guy home. Sometimes they don't leave, but that’s okay, the world’s better off without them. Until the night when he watches me dance. My night changes in the blink of an eye, one minute I’m at the bar having a great tip night and the next minute I’m waking up in a strange place. Great, just what I needed, a madman and a maze.
Axel
It’s funny how life works out sometimes. I love playing games, so when I see someone I want to play with, I can’t help but make her mine. I will own every freaking inch of her. No one will ever take what’s mine unless they don’t enjoy living. After five years in prison for something I didn’t do, I’ll take what I want. And I want her. My Little Deer.
What happens when blood and desire intertwine with fate?
Dark Prince is a dark romance that is not for the faint of heart. Please read responsibly.
Dark Prince Playlist:
Sip by Jessie Murph
The Jig Is Up by Ice Nine Kills, Randy Strohmeyer
Mugshot by Huddy
I Get Off by Halestorm
I Miss You by blink-182
Hip To Be Scared - Ice Nine Kills, Jacoby Shaddix
Tainted Love - Holy Wars, NOCTURN
Every Breath You Take - Story Untold
Shameless - Camila Cabello
Addicted To You - Huddy
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Chapter One
Cordelia
The relief that washes over me as I sink my knife deep inside of the man’s thigh is so fucking powerful. I let out a shaky breath as a laugh bubbles up deep from within me. I had to tape his mouth shut because he started crying, and I so don’t do fucking tears. “I bet you wished you picked a different club, or a different stripper tonight right about now, don’t you?” My hand strokes the knife handle, teasing him. When I pull it out of his leg, I do a little skip and dance in my stripper heels, why didn’t I just take these death traps off? I hear you ask. Well, because I totally walk better in these super high heels than I do barefoot. I guess that just comes with the gig, ya know. Sexy stripper equals insane heels.
His face goes completely red when he tries to scream out. “All you had to do John Doe, was not fucking touch me. I told you, twenty minute lap dance, no fucking touching.” I sigh, bending over. I put my hand on his shoulder and point my knife in his face, “Now, you’re gonna get my pointy end first.” I tsk, shaking my head. His brows furrow and I just realized he has pretty eyes, the kind of light blue that make you think of summer days and they have a dark blue ring around the edge. “Of course you have stunning eyes.” I sigh, “I guess I’ll just have to take them out so you’ll stop looking at me.” I shrug, as I sit on his lap, pushing his head back as I angle my knife better to take one of those eyes. I should put them on display, but someone will totally ask where I got them and in this day in age, I’ll get caught. I let go of his head and I feel his body relax when I move the knife away.
“Oh, cupcake.” I pat his cheek, “You’re still gonna die.” I slip my hand down into his suit's inner pocket and pull out the wallet I felt in there earlier. When I open it, I see his name and that he’s not from around here. “Caleb McNamara. From Illinois. I bet you regret coming to Kansas City right about now.” I sigh, dropping his wallet. I rotate my hips in his lap, seeing if I can get him a boner before he dies. It’s the least I can do. When I feel a little growth, I get very, stupidly giddy. “Even in this horrible situation, you still want my pussy wrapped around you,” I move again, and shake my head in shame. “It’s not big enough for me Caleb. I’m sorry, we would’ve never worked out. I like ‘em thick.” I kiss the air, attempting to be sexy but it feels a little awkward, oh well, I shrug and smile. “Onto tonight's festivities.” I say pointing a finger up in excitement. “And for the main event.” I shimmy my shoulders as I clutch my knife with both hands and plunge it straight into the man's chest, using my weight to get it in deeper. “I’m certain this wasn’t the penetration you were expecting tonight.” I tap his shoulder, “Was it as good for you as it was for me?” I ask, breathing heavily as he freaks the fuck out, realizing what exactly is happening. The exhilaration that is coursing through me is the only high I chase. I watch the life leaving his face as I feel the blood pooling between my legs, warm and thick. My chest heaves for air as I watch him leave me, “Thanks boobear.” I pat his head as I stand up and ready myself for the massive clean up I have ahead of me. Then I have to work tonight, dancing on stage, finding my peace as the music plays.
TONIGHT FEELS DIFFERENT as I move behind the stage, getting ready to walk out there and perform. Sip by Jessie Murph starts and I let the music carry me into oblivion as I dance, feeling all of the men’s eyes on me. I truly enjoy having them watch me, each and every move I make is specifically picked to tease them. My muscles know what to do as I grip the pole, finding my rhythm. No matter how many times I dance up here, I’ll never be sick of it. I want their attention on me, I want them wishing they could touch me. I love knowing that as they dream about having me, none of them will ever have the privilege of actually taking me home.
As the song begins to close out, I dip down, spotting the most mysterious man I’ve ever actually paid any attention to. I think I’ve seen him before, sitting back there, but never before did I notice him watching me. His bright eyes nearly glow as I stand back up, not even bothered by the fact that I’m staring at him. I collect my tips, never looking away from him. Between the lights in my eyes and the neon bullshit throughout the bar, it’s hard to tell, but I think he has tattoos crawling up his neck. He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees and rests his chin on his knuckles. Is he staring at me, like I am him? Why do I want to go to him? Why do I want to take him home and find out if he’s friend or foe, challenging him to see if he’d fuck me into a coma or if I’d have to kill him. Hell, he looks like he’d enjoy a knife to the throat while I ride him. Danger radiates off of him, and I’m not even that close to him.
When I climb down off stage in the back, I rush around to the bar and move to where I can see him, but he can't see me. “I love that song girl. You really know how to put a show on.” Trish our always happy bartender says handing me water.
“Thanks.” I take the glass, finding my mystery man, still sitting back in his corner only, he's not paying any attention to the girl on stage. She's one of our top dancers and he's not watching. “Who is that?” I ask Trish, carefully pointing to the section he's in.
“Tall, dark, and dangerous?” She asks.
“Yes.” I look at her like she's crazy for asking who.
“He's a Mazitti.” She deadpans.
“As in, the Mazitti’s?” my stomach twists as the realization hits me. The fucking crime boss family of the Midwest, hell they have their hands on all the regions, but their Queen mob boss lady has expanded their horizons. They're rumored to be in several different types of illegal activities. Not to mention they're notorious killers. Some of them have been arrested but none of them have been proven guilty, sure they’ve taken pleas, but I’ve never seen one of them go to trial. Not to mention, if there are any witnesses, they seem to disappear.
“The one and only family, best stay away from that one. I heard he just got out of a five year lockup.” She knows I won't stay away, I like finding the dangerous ones.
“What's his name?” I ask, because what are the chances that there's two serial killers in this one club?
“He’s the youngest Mazitti heir, Axel. He's the family wildcard, you never know what he's going to do next.” She leaves me standing here alone as she runs off to make drinks and I continue staring at him. Axel fucking Mazitti, I bet he would actually fuck me into a coma. A chill runs up my spine as I feel a pulse between my legs, pressing my thighs together. I lean over the bar, resting my head in my hands and just watch the man that has piqued my interest like no other.
This feeling in my chest and between my legs, at the same time is all new. And I'm not sure I like it, but one thing I do know is, Axel Mazitti just made the top of my list. Mrs. Mazitti. Oh, I like that. I think I'm going to follow someone home tonight, I need to see what kind of man he is, what kind of monster he can be.
“Here, take this over there.” Trish holds out a tray of drinks with a smile. “They're order is ready.”
I push up off the bar giddy as hell, taking the tray from her, “You're totally my favorite person right now!” I shout at her as I start walking around the bar.
“You're welcome!” Trish shouts back as I train my eyes on the corner where he and his cohorts are. The closer I get the more dangerous they all look, and when I take that first step up into their corner booth, Axel's eyes lock with mine and I feel like my life just ended. Those magnificent blue eyes are killing me and I haven't even fully approached him yet. If his eyes are doing this much to me, I can't wait to see what he sounds like. Oh God, what does his touch feel like?
“Thanks, doll face.” One of the other men says as he grabs the tray of drinks from me, but I don't bother saying anything or even feeling offended at what he called me, why? Because I'm locked in a staring contest with Axel and there's no way I'm blinking first.
Chapter Two
Axel
My target stares at me with her head upside down from the stage. Why the fuck am I here, there's no way I can kill such a divine creature. The way her body moves is mesmerizing, when her song ends she doesn't stop staring, almost like a lost little deer stuck in the path of my headlights.
Once she's off stage, I lean back in my chair, turning to face Kenan, my older brother and a few of our friends, actually they're his friends. “What has your attention?” He asks.
“The fucking target. I'm here to work, not get shit faced and stick my dick somewhere warm.” I roll my eyes and turn my attention to their conversation, and guess what they're talking about? Somewhere warm to stick their dicks.
I spent the last five years behind bars for a crime Kenan committed, only because Mom asked me to ‘take one for the team'. Kenan had already been busted twice and if they thought it was him again, they may have actually been able to take down the Mazitti name. So I copped a plea bargain and plead guilty for five years in.
The little deer appears before me, with a tray of drinks and when my eyes connect with hers, I know the night is going to go one of two ways. I'll either end her quickly, getting her out of my system by fucking someone after. Or, I'll fuck her hard and fast, then kill her as my dick fills her warm cunt. Great, now I'm thinking of somewhere warm to stick my cock.
“Thanks, doll face.” Kenan says, taking the drinks from her.
She doesn't take her eyes off me as I look up at her. Why is she staring down at me? Fuck, is there something on my face? Does she know who I am?
Oh, even better, is she trying to size me up as her next target? Dad sent me here to find her, says someone important disappeared after he was seen leaving this bar with her. Gave me a picture of the woman and told me to make him proud. The problem with my dad is that making him proud could mean one of two things, killing her, or fucking her.
I have five dads, but my biological dad is Damien, who is a fucking wildcard. He's ruthless and unafraid to the outside world, but at home he loves hard and spoils us all, sort of. The way he loves my mom is never changing and I want that kind of love. The only problem is, my life isn't for the faint of heart. My last Christmas with my mom we strung up a man over the banister and she ordered all her children to cut him. Death by a thousand cuts. We all did it, and then we sat down for our holiday dinner as if nothing had happened.
I'm not sure what all has changed in the last five years, but one thing I know has changed, is me.
“What's your name, doll face?” Kenan asks, coming back over to us.
She doesn't even blink, staring directly at me, “Charisma.” She states. Charisma is her stripper name, the one she tells everyone here. No one here knows her real name, except me. When I was handed this assignment, I did my research, after all I wasn't going to go in blind, what if she tried to kill me. You can never be too safe in this world.
“Well, Charisma. Wanna have a shot with us?” He asks, handing me one and then offering her the other.
If she takes this shot, she'll have to look away, which means I could blink. My eyes are starting to burn from the lights in here.
“After you big guy.” She holds her shot out to me and I see what she's doing. Okay little deer, let's play. I push up out of my seat, forcing her to step back.
“At the same time.” I reply, letting my hand reach out to touch her beautiful skin.
“No touching.” She smacks my hand away, her face is so cute when she’s mad. The scrunched up nose and fury in her eyes, it’s adorable.
I put the shot glass to my lips watching as she does the same, neither of us blinking. Fuck, my eyes are starting to water. “Just fuck her and get it out of the way.” Kenan, my annoying fucking brother says, which forces her to look away. I blink and down my shot, looping my arm around her waist when I finish it.
