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“I ask you again,” he continued. “Do you have something you wish to say to me?”
One word. That’s all I had to say and he’d pull out, walk away, and leave me to the torment of my failure in peace. Alisdair did own me in nearly every way. He didn’t have to have my body too.
“No,” I hissed clearly. Firmly. I let the power of it sink into my bones, and then— “I have nothing to say.”
“Good.”
We leaped at the same time—mouths colliding in a chorus of moans and clashing tongues.
I reached for Alisdair’s shaft but he was faster. He grabbed my hand and pinned it over my head. The other hand met the same fate.
His kiss was rough. The grip on my wrists iron-clad.
I bucked, trying to flip him. He snarled and pinned me down harder. Were we fighting or fucking? I wasn’t sure. Maybe both. All I knew was my body thrummed with pure, naked excitement and all the wrongness that came with. More truths than one were revealed that night. I wanted this man, this body, this cock, and there was no point denying it anymore.
My whole life I’ve done what I’m supposed to do. Been the good and responsible girl, denying myself of all the pleasures that weren’t already taken from me. For good and responsiblegirls, there was nothing more morally decayed on this earth than desiring Alisdair Shadowsoul.
He was a monster and a murderer. He courted death and war with a smile on his face, and tightened the screws of my cage while daring me to complain. There was a reason the curse was turning him into a beast. Not a bird, or a cheetah, or a wolf, or a mole rat. But a vicious, deadly beast only conjured in nightmares.
It was because that was the pure state of his soul, and knowing that I brought such a creature to heel between my legs, was hot, desperate need that burned my core to cinders.
Alisdair clamped my wrists with one hand, then shredded my bodice to ribbons. My breasts fell prey to his ministrations—his rough calluses gliding over my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of popping goose bumps leading the way to the innocent nub.
My moan poured from my lips.
Alisdair tweaked my nipple with abandon, making it ache with need. He descended like a swooping raven faeriken. Taking my nipple in his mouth, he scraped it mercilessly with his teeth.
“Fuck!” I cried out, pure heat shooting through my veins.
Alisdair was incredible like this. Rough, demanding, slavish to my pleasure, anddistracted.
Bringing my knees between us, I kicked him off me.
“Argh!” he snarled, flying back on his back. I pounced on him, pinning his arms down. “You’re going to regret that.”
I smirked. “Promises, promises.”
Straddling him, I feasted on his body—palms flat on his chest and beginning a slow journey down. My toy, my pet, my husband, my king.
My fingers skated over the jagged scar on his chest. Bending down, I kissed it.
Thump-thump.
I froze, lips puckered.His heartbeat? Did Alisdair put his heart back in his chest? When? Why?
“You are a strange one,” he said softly, drawing me up. “Unpredictable. Unknowable.”
My smirk returned. “I wouldn’t say that.” Rising up, I dropped my knees on his arms, and my pussy on his lips. “I’m sure you can predict what I want you to do next.”
Alisdair’s grin mirrored mine. “Oh, but you do make yourself so hard to resist.”
The room spun. In a blink, I was looking up at the ceiling. I strained to get up and found I couldn’t. My shoulders were magically glued to the bed. “Ugh! Why must you always be in control?”
“Why must you always be too weak to make me cede control?” His palms slowly rolled down my body, flattening me to the sheets, then spreading my legs wide. “Once again you blame me for your shortcomings.”
I tried to kick him but he was already ducking down. Already taking control.
Riiippp.
