Page 49 of Tempest

“I can’t hear you.”

“I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

His torture is endless. Tempest lets me keep his arm against my stomach, but his fingers are still.

My answer comes out in a desperate flow, words tumbling, breaths cutting out. “I’m ready for you. I want all of you. I don’t care who sees.”

Tempest makes a sound low in his throat, and thank god, his fingers resume their exquisite stroke. He slows when another approaches Morgan, then quickens when the blade is drawn high.

“Watch the knife. Witness the cut,” Tempest breathes. “When you come, I want your eyes to be on the blood that falls from their skin. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” I’m nearly begging now. “I won’t look away. I won’t—”

My heart’s given wings when the orgasm comes, taking flight while the rest of my body stays behind and dissipates into the ground. “Oh my—oh my—”

“You cry out with them,” Tempest demands. “You don’t get any pleasure without the spilling of their blood.”

The why of it, the reasons Tempest wants this, I don’t care to know. Not anymore. Not like this. Maybe later, when my sanity comes down from the clouds, but until then, I’ll do whatever he wants so I can keep this feeling for eternity.

Another girl screams when she’s tackled by a guy wearing a…

I drop my chin, awareness dripping through my ecstasy like poison. “Is that an animal skull on his face?”

“Welcome to Titan Falls.” I hear the smile in Tempest’s voice. His fingers dig into my sensitive flesh, curling and pinching. I wince, but I’m too flushed not to love it.

Tempest digs his thumbnail into my clit. This time, I cry out in pain.

He removes his hand and zips me up with the ease of a salesperson assisting someone in their changing room. Tempest comes around to my front, making sure I see his shining fingers. And the specks of blood on his thumb.

He sucks them one by one, keeping our eyes locked until he reaches his thumb. “Those idiots can have their witches and risk their luck with black magic. What I’m getting is so much sweeter.” Tempest exposes his tongue, then drags his thumb across it, collecting my juices. My blood. “I have your innocence, princess. And I’m going to do with it whatever I please.”

I have to internally talk myself out of agreeing with him, the fugue of the most intense orgasm of my life rendering me weightless, pliable, and his.

Tempest bites the pad of his thumb, his grin crooked and irresistible. “Your greatest mistake was enrolling here and putting yourself back on my radar. You were better off without me, Ardyn Kaine.” He reaches out to stroke the side of my face. My lashes flutter at the contact. “It’s too bad you’ll have to lose a crucial piece of yourself to realize that.”

Tempest walks backward, then turns, roaring over the crowd, “Clover! Get the fuck out here. We’re going home.”

And I’m left to collect the pieces of myself Tempest scattered all over the decaying forest floor.

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