Page 59 of Brutal Birthright

Something cracked beneath his grip on the shelf above her head. Hopefully, it was the sound of the bones in his hand breaking.

“Such a filthy mouth on you. What will it take to stop it from getting you into trouble?” Suddenly, his other hand was at her throat. His big paw effortlessly collared the front of her neck, and he pressed down.

She tried to stop her mouth from dropping open but failed miserably.

Ri liked what she liked. No sense in hiding from that. Her sister was the one who needed soft, kind words. She’d often teased Ruby whenever they’d opened a bottle of fae wine together and stuffed themselves full of bread and cheese while snort-laughing about sex and bedroom stories. Saying how she’d be likely to cry if anyone called her names or was harsh.

But Ri had always known she possessed a darker side. One she needed to indulge with the right partner.

Tastes that ran far different from those of her sibling.

Her throat worked down a swallow, and Rowan made a dark, primal noise. His fingers lightly massaging the spot captured in his searing touch. She sent him a look that she hoped said get your hands off, but the whimpering noise coming from her lips said anything but.

With a grunt, he tore his hand away, then fisted the material at the hem of her dress. Knuckles grazed her thighs and as he did so sent a riot of sensation crawling straight up to the spot where his bite marks decorated her flesh.

“These fucking dresses.” His gaze followed where his hand held onto the charcoal-coloured fabric.

Send her to the ancestors. He was going to find out. The heat coming off her pussy would be unmistakable through the thin fabric.

Then his hand was there. As if he’d heard her thoughts and her heart pounding so loud it might shake the books from their perches. Diving beneath the fabric and cupping her sex. Her drenched, bare core.

Rowan swore through gritted teeth. His eyes dropped closed for just a second as his fingers and thumb parted her and teased between her pussy lips.

She was going to collapse right here, right now. Plummet through the floor like an anchor descending to the depths of the ocean.

Her breath hitched when he grazed her swollen clit, and his furious gaze was right fucking there. Looming large and threatening as his nose almost brushed against her own.

“Such a dirty little faerie. Walking around with a bare cunt. Just begging for someone to lift up this dress. Desperate for someone to come along and fuck you.”

“Maybe I am. Clearly, you’re not going to.”

His fingers stayed unmoving. The asshole wasn’t going to do anything but linger in a possessive hold.

“Stay away from those boys.” When she made a noise of protest, he pinched her clit. It took everything not to fill the library with a scream. “Those scrawny pricks in your class want you. I see the way they look at you.”

Panting, she shot murder and threats at him with her eyes while her hips betrayed her and lifted against his still hand. Desperate for friction. Fuck, she wanted him to do something—anything to relieve the ache blossoming in her core. “You don’t get to have any say in what I do, or who I do it with.”

Of course he didn’t reply. The tightness of his jaw told the entire story. He couldn’t refute it because she was right.

“You want me to fuck you like I’ve paid for it? As if I’ve tossed some gold at you like a cheap whore?” He hissed. With his fingers gripping her pussy and his hard body covering hers, it wasn’t much of a leap to imagine him taking her hard and fast right then and there.

Which elicited a thundering sensation right down to her toes. Pleasure and wanting and desire all rolled up in the filthiness of his mouth hovering so close to her own.

So dangerously close.

“Screw you.” She wanted to snap her teeth at him.

His lips curled in a sneer.

Now it was her turn to have no words. Because other than begging him for exactly that—to cast the rules aside and fuck her—Ri didn’t trust what might slip past her lips.

“Not going to happen.” Rowan pulled his hand away. Leaving her clit throbbing and ready to cry out in anguish at the loss of contact.

Bringing his thumb up, he traced the line of her lower lip. Tugging it down as he swept along the plump curve, covering her in the scent of her own arousal. “I don’t understand this obsession, little faerie. How I can’t eradicate you from my every waking thought. And trust me, I’ve tried. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were the one with the magic of an enchantress. Maybe you’ve cast a spell on me?”

He studied her with a face so hard and fierce and handsome it made her heart stutter.

“Other girls might want someone to treat them like a precious little princess. But I see you. You deserve someone who understands how to treat you as their perfect fucking whore. Don’t forget that.”

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