Page 70 of Brutal Birthright

Then he was right at her ear. His hot mouth brushed up against the sensitive skin, rasping out a low and dark warning. “I couldn’t trust myself. This thing inside me wants to own every single fucking part of you, little faerie. I’m not good. I’m not kind. I’m nothing but savagery and death and the fucked up carcass of war that the Goddesses cursed me with.” His teeth grazed her earlobe. “So, you’re either in this inferno with me and burning like I do, or you walk away right now. And I’m warning you that even if you do try to leave, I can’t promise that I’ll let you because that’s the kind of blackened-hearted asshole I am.”

Fuck, if that didn’t send her flying on wave after wave of arousal. She was slick and wet and so needy for him that she couldn’t stand it.

Hearing Rowan declare those things… he might as well have reached into her chest and grasped her thudding heart in his fist.

Little did he know it was his for the keeping.

“Just you try getting rid of me, brute. I dare you.” She barely mustered up the ability to form words.

He surveyed her from behind those thick eyelashes. Drinking her in until she squirmed and panted beneath his rough hold.

With a voice like velvet, he murmured, “You should fight me, little faerie. I’m the worst kind of creature. The kind that wants to lay claim to your soul.”

“Then do your worst.” Please.

She was beyond ready for everything he had to give. This man already had total command over her body, knowing the exact way she desired to be treated.

Of that, there was no question when it came to Rowan. He liked the same fucked up games she did.

“If you wanted gentle and good, there’s the fucking door.” His lip curled in a sneer that made him look a thousand times more godly and ancient. Handsome as fuck and impossibly gorgeous.

“I want to know the worst of you.” Her mouth was so fucking dry. She swallowed heavily, and his eyes flared at the feel of her throat working beneath his palm.

“You want to know what kind of man I am?” He stilled, and his voice dropped dangerously low. “How I like to fuck?”

All Ri could do was whimper. The ache in her pussy had her shifting and squeezing her thighs together to desperately try and relieve some of the tension.

He clicked his tongue and cupped her jaw. Sliding his thumb over her bottom lip before hooking it into her mouth and forcing her to open for him.

Pure adrenaline replaced her bloodstream.

The faint hint of copper hit her tongue.

“Well, here it is, little faerie. I like to edge. I like to tease. I like to have you begging. I like to control and own, and when I use words that shouldn’t turn you on… but they do… I like that the most.”

Goddess-fucking-damnit. She was done. This man had ruined her already.

He shifted his hold and pressed two fingers inside her mouth, forcing more of the taste of his blood to coat her senses. Ri was convinced she might melt into a pool of lust right there on the table.

As he held down on her tongue, his eyes glittered dangerously. “I will never intentionally hurt you unless you ask for it. And if you ever say stop, that is exactly what will happen. Nod if you understand.”

Ri could only move slightly, but it was enough. Not to mention the enthusiastic yes she screamed with her eyes.

Seeming satisfied, his gaze drifted over her. As if he strategised every move he intended to make. Carving a path towards his goal. Ever the warlord, even with his hard cock pressed against her core and his fingers gagging her.

In the next breath, his hand left her nape. In a manner that could only be Rowan of Nocturne, he whipped out a large blade. Before she knew what was happening, he’d expertly slid it down her sternum—pausing for just a moment to hook his fingers tighter in her mouth before dragging the sharp edge down the front of her crop with a whisper-soft tearing sound. The point of the weapon easily disposed of the fabric when he cut through the straps at her shoulders next. Working fast and methodically.

Her bared nipples tightened as cool air hit her flesh. Sending goosebumps following every place the cold metal caressed her naked skin.

Rowan’s jaw ticked as he watched her, breathless and squirming and fully exposed from the waist up. A feast laid out for him. Then he carefully slid the tip of the blade towards her pussy. All the while, his eyes bounced between her mouth, to her eyes, down to her breasts.

She could feel the saliva building up as he ruthlessly held her tongue down with his fingers. Her jaw felt like it was on fire.

A couple of swift motions rocked her with the force of the blunt side of the weapon where it plunged and dragged against her stomach. He was cutting away anything standing in his path, and she felt like she might soar into the evening sky.

It was the single most erotic thing she’d experienced.

Being taken apart by this man. Surrendering to his control.

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