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“I’ve wanted you on this desk since you first put your boots on it just to annoy me.”
The memory of that day brings me to a chuckle, and I can’t help but taunt him. “Then teach me a lesson.”
I watch as he pushes his pants off, and I lay eyes on his cock for the first time. Moisture pools in between my thighs with need. He stalks towards me, and I move to reach out and grab him. He lightly pushes my hand away, opting instead to line himself up at my entrance.
“A lesson is certainly in order, Miss Mistflow.” He gently trails the head across my slit, moistening it and teasing my clit all at the same time.
I am panting, overwhelmed by need, digging my fingers into his shoulders. “Please, Mace, please…” I cannot believe I’m actually begging.
His eyes are practically black, with only a sliver of green visible around his widened pupils. “Maybe the lesson can wait until next time.” With a slow thrust, he moves inside me, and I groan at the delicious pleasure of being filled by him. His rhythm is slow at first, savoring. His eyes are half closed, his breathing labored and panting. I wrap a single leg around his hips, driving him deeper, and I groan as he pushes against me.
His hand wraps around my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. With one particularly delicious thrust, my eyes roll closed, and he pulls down on my chin. “No, no, I want you to look at me when I fuck you.” His tone, so authoritative, sends waves of pleasure through me. His grip on my chin is firm, his thrusts forceful as he picks up his pace.
Another orgasm builds low within me, and I quiver and clench beneath him. “Are you going to come again, darling?” I whimper and nod, unable to make my brain form a response. My eyes threaten to roll back again, and Mace presses a brutal kiss on my lips. “You’re going to look me in the eye when you come, Viola. You’re going to come for me and let me see that look I have dreamed of seeing since the moment you challenged me before the Race. Then, and only then, will I come. I will keep going until I get what I want.”
With my eyes forced open and my chin in his hand, fingers gracefully lying on my throat, a second orgasm wracks through me, curling my toes and bending my back up from the desk. My body bucks underneath his, and he holds firm to my chin and neck, moving in tandem with me as my pleasure crashes around me in waves. With a final punishing thrust, he groans out his own release and spills his warmth into me.
In the distance, I hear the crack of lightning and a downpour of rain.
Chapter 48
Zeph
Hefuckedher.
And the fucking whore begged it of him.
When I went to talk to Viola to convince her that the best thing she could do would be to come with me and let me hide her away, Tulip told me she had made up her mind and went to Mace to tell him. I did not expect to find him buried inside her.
I have always been able to slip in and out of spaces without being noticed, but this was one time I almost wanted to be caught. I wanted to ruin it for them.
Instead, I stayed there, listening, watching, as she came for him. As she begged him to fuck her. Bile threatened to spill from my throat the longer I stayed, but I could not pull myself away from them. Unaware they had an audience, and with their inhibitions lowered, I watched as my brother fucked the woman of my dreams.
I am everything Viola could have wanted. I was kind and understanding, getting her books to learn more about herself. I helped her practice her magic and got her that beautiful dress for the gala. I was the picture of a gentleman, never pushing too hard or too fast, just being there for her.
And still, she fucked him.
Mace. Of all people, she chose to fuck my brother.
I stomp out of the Palace, sconces flaring to the ceiling as I pass. I have always had trouble controlling my magic when angry, but this is something else. Once outside, I’m greeted by sprinklings of rain. It does nothing to extinguish the flames threatening to burst from my chest.
The fire wins because a tree bursts into violent orange and red flames near me. The drizzle of rain does nothing to staunch the growth. In the fire, I see every slight, every betrayal from my brother. This may be the biggest, but it is not the first and will not be the last.
Standing there, staring at the tree, I don’t notice Nimh has come up behind me. She extinguishes the flame quicker than the rainfall could and silently stands near me. She has diligently avoided me since I chose to save Viola over revealing the truth behind the Race.
I know she does not forgive me for that. I chose Viola over the people of Ytopie and, in doing so, thrust a Winter Seasonale into the mix, threatening to divide the Nereids in half as they choose how to divide their ranks.
She doesn’t speak, just holds still as my rage whirls around us. Once my breathing settles, I cast a glance in her direction. “It’s raining,” she says, her voice quiet. I look up at the sky as lightning cracks, the rain picking up.
“So it is. I didn’t know a storm was planned tonight.”
She raises one shoulder in a noncommittal shrug. “It wasn’t.”
Ytopie is so carefully balanced in our combined magics that even our weather is planned. What is the point of controlling the elements if we do not use them to our advantage? We plan our rainfall and storms to the exact needs of our soil, providing optimum growing conditions.
“Then why are the Nereids going rouge?”
She smiles at me and puts her hand on my arm. “This isn’t us, Zeph. I’ve had my own opinions and suspicions, but I have concluded that this is Viola Mistflow.” My gut clenches at her name, the anger fresh and visceral in my veins.
