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But then it was gone, only to be replaced by something infinitely more dangerous.
Dark desire.
It transformed his face, hardening his features and deepening the intensity of his stare. His jaw clenched, and his eyes, those piercing jade orbs, seemed to glow with a predatory light. It was as if a switch had been flipped, revealing a more primal, more daunting aspect of his nature.
One I was intimately familiar with. Already, I knew how this would end.
I felt a shiver run down my spine, an involuntary reaction to the sudden shift in the atmosphere. My earlier determination wavered under the weight of that gaze. It was as though he was looking right through me, seeing past the façade of bravery I had mustered. I was acutely aware of my own vulnerability, standing there in the grandeur of the bedroom, a lone figure against the might and mystery of these two men.
My breath hitched, and for a moment, I felt like a deer caught in the headlights—knowing I should run but transfixed by the danger in front of me. The air in the room seemed to grow thicker, charged with an unspoken tension that was both arousing and terrifying at the same time.
I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure, but the nervous flutter in my stomach wouldn’t subside. The realization that I was playing a game far beyond my understanding sent a cold wave of fear mixed with a confusing surge of excitement through me.
Murtagh took a step towards me, and I took another one backwards.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarled.
“I haven’t even begun to dare, little thief. Caspian had his fun. Now I’m going to have mine.”
I shook my head, but my body was simmering with heat already, remembering his touch, remembering my own as I touched my clit endless times since then. My cheeks burned with my shame. I wondered if he knew. Could he tell by the look on my face? I tried to school my expression into a mysterious mask, but that just seemed to make it burn that much hotter.
“That better not be a threat,” I assured him with a confidence I didn’t even own, the words coming out without me shaking somehow. “Because that sicko already spanked me.”
He bared his teeth, cocking his head as though he could read right through me.
“Your ass is hardly even pink anymore. It’s fully ready for my belt,” Murtagh growled, and my eyes opened wide while at the same time, my pussy clenched hard. I had to steel myself from pitching forward, and I gritted my teeth, trying to stay strong even in the face of danger.
“You wouldn’t,” I replied quickly.
“I most certainly would, but I think you know that already, don’t you?”
“I’m sore already,” I countered.
“Not nearly sore enough,” he scoffed, and then he took another step towards me.
I backed up, straight into the wall that was Caspian, and he chuckled knowingly.
“Murtagh has waited years for you, little mouse. I suggest you go down without a fight, unless you want your pretty little ass thoroughly welted from his belt,” he prodded as his arms grasped at my wrists and yanked them up and over my head, stretching my body so taut that I nearly had to go up onto my toes.
I felt like I was on extreme display, and a bad feeling started to swirl in the pit of my belly.
He pressed the length of his lean muscular body against mine until my panty-clad ass brushed against his crotch, and I could tell he was hard, really fucking hard. Just like he had been when he’d put me over his knee and spanked my ass bright red.
This whole time, I had kind of forgotten that I wasn’t wearing any pants, that Caspian had cut them away with a knife, or his claws you crazy bitch, and they’d been unsalvageable. In fact, they were probably still lying in the back of the limo in strips.
My face burned hotter, and I felt infinitely more vulnerable. There was something about wearing pants that made a woman feel more powerful, and without any, I felt like a little girl about to get the belt from her daddy for being naughty and leaving four years ago when he’d wanted me to stay put.
It was infuriating and shamefully arousing.
Then I did something irrational, and in retrospect, it was probably pretty stupid. But I did it anyway, because I was a strong, powerful, pants-less woman that wouldn’t let a man take her down a peg, no matter what.
“Fuck. You.” I growled.
The expression on Murtagh’s face grew much darker, and the side of his mouth curved up in a dangerous smirk.
“Oh, darling… That was so… unwise,” Caspian murmured, but there was a certain amount of glee in his tone that made my heart practically palpitate in my chest.
Murtagh stalked towards me like a predator that had just cornered his prey, like a lion that had just found a lamb, and I snarled, putting my all into trying to fight against Caspian’s hold. He stretched me up higher and my balance was so precarious that I nearly fell. In an instant, I stopped fighting, too afraid of falling to do anything more.
