Page 176 of Devil's Deal

The little crystal bottle of Woland’s blood still hangs between my breasts, untouched. I didn’t take even a drop from it.

I have everything I need.

When I feel more and more tingles between my legs, I know his thorns will release any moment.

He sighs with pleasure, feeling it, too.

“I haven’t fucked anyone in a very long time,” he says with an unapologetic grin. “Because no one excites me like you do. Say, my love, why don’t we go again? The damage is already done. I came so deep inside you, you have no choice but to give me a baby.”

His cock is still hard inside me. A moment later, the thorns release, and we both hiss. I move experimentally, and he flexes his hips with a pleased grunt.

I smile and start to ride him.

“My gorgeous witch,” he says reverently, looking up at my face as he grabs my hips with both hands. “That’s it. Take what you want. You feel so good. Better than anyone.”

I bite my tongue so as not to laugh bitterly. I can’t believe I fell for this before, but now I know better. His every word of affection, every promise and endearment is a filthy lie. But he feels good inside me, so I do exactly as he says—I take. Soon, his shadows reach for my clit, and he wraps his hand around my throat, choking me until I come, spasming around him in waves.

He lets me go and looks at me with awed, glittering eyes. I choke in a few breaths and resume riding him. He stares at me, eyes locked on mine, and flexes his hips. He’s so strong, he lifts me easily with every thrust.

“Woland? I decided to tell you about it, after all.”

“What?” he grits out, his pleasure growing.

“About what happened when I was twelve.”

“Can’t it wait, love?” he asks, making my skin crawl.

Love. Shameless bastard.

“No, it can’t. You see, the thing that happened to me left a scar. It’s this one here.”

I take his hand and bring it to my lower belly. The scar is faint, because I used herbal ointments to treat it, and they worked, because I was young enough when I got it. To anyone but me, it probably looks like a stretch mark.

Woland grunts, feeling it. I smile.

“I was stabbed with a knife. It went deep. All the way in.”

I bounce on him, and he frowns, something of what I said reaching him, but not fast enough. He’s drunk with pleasure and victory. So sure of himself.

So very much like a man.

“I have scars inside, too,” I say, settling down. His cock strains inside me, hard and hot, and I grind on him, relishing the way his breath hitches.

“Those scars are bigger than this one. And they can’t be treated. There was nothing Wiosna could do for me. Nothing I could do.”

I get up and step away. His cock gleams in Slawa’s magical moonlight with his arousal and mine, still hard. He raises himself on his elbows, looking at me with a deep frown. I have to act quickly. I can’t underestimate him.

“It means you could give me all the venom you’ve got, and it wouldn’t change a thing,” I say, slowly walking backward.

Away from the house he means to be my prison. I walk toward the forest that probably teems with beasts. But I’d take a wild beast over him any day. At least it won’t scheme to get me pregnant.

“You could keep yourself buried in my cunt forever, and it would mean nothing,” I continue calmly as he sits up, his eyes burning.

He’s catching on.

“I’m infertile. I’ll never give you a child.”

I turn and run. He roars with fury, and I don’t look back, knowing he’s right on my heels. With my sweaty hand, I catch my pendant and focus my intent, pouring my desperate goal into it.

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