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Scorpius untangled himself from the bed and stalked across the room like a panther, his seven-foot frame moving with a lazy grace.

“You think you can just act without consequences?” he sneered softly. “Such an idiot.”

I ducked as he grabbed at me, but somehow the blind king anticipated my movement, and his long arm wrapped around my throat.

I tried futilely to break his hold. His long fingers were like steel.

“Do you have a neck fetish or something?” I asked through gritted teeth because lately it seemed like the blind devil’s hands were always around my throat.

“You want to find out?” Scorpius asked darkly as his nails dug into my sensitive skin.

The pain that streaked down my spine answered the question for me.

A part of me did.

I needed immediate professional help.

Chapter 14

Aran

FAMILY

The Legionnaire Games: Day 22, hour 19

Scorpius’s callused thumb stroked slowly down the sensitive slope where my skin met my clavicle, where my enchanted Adam’s apple used to be.

Did he wish I still had one?

I hadn’t forgotten that he’d called me ugly earlier.

Scorpius’s fingers tightened, and he leaned closer. The rich scents of bergamot and musk wrapped around me like a snake suffocating its prey.

Scorpius smelled like sin.

He smiled evilly and said, “Open your mouth, my turn.” His milky eyes were focused on a spot over my head as he pursed his lips and made a squelching noise.

It took me a second.

“Don’t you dare.” I kicked and bucked against him, but with his long arm outstretched, I couldn’t reach him.

He spat, and wetness hit my cheek. He said darkly, “Next time, you’ll swallow like a good girl.”

“Ew!” I squealed. “There will not be a next time, you disgusting pig.” I kicked harder, not caring that I was making a ruckus.

Scorpius yanked me against him so quickly my head spun.

He chuckled. “Just repaying the favor, since you seem to be so into spitting. Baby.” He said Orion’s endearment like it was a nasty word.

He shuddered and closed his eyes like the thought of spitting in my mouth made him want to lose control.

I shuddered, from concern for his mental state.

Orion adjusted himself in his pants as he licked his lips. His eyes were glazed over with lust.

Scorpius pulled me closer to him and pursed his lips, and the intent was clear. “I won’t miss this time. Open your mouth, slave.”

I slammed my heels into his shins as hard as I could and tried to turn my head to bite him, but he didn’t release me like I’d planned.

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