Page 230 of Barbi and the Villain

He watches me intently.

Although it’s still a tight fit, I take him in far easier than the night before. And as he nestles inside me fully, I release a throaty moan at being filled like this.

“Nyk…” I call his name.

I can feel my energy going wild around us, a pink mist emanating from my body as I start riding him.

“That’s it,” he encourages me, settling his hands on my hips and guiding me. “Take me. Take all of me, Barbs.”

“Yes,” I breathe out.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” he rasps. “Just like that.”

His groans fill my ears as I close my eyes and throw my head back, focusing on this feeling of completion that is so much greater than I could have ever imagined.

I slide my hands lower down his chest, resting one palm against his mark while placing my other hand on my mark. The symbols heat up at once, the pleasure intensifying with each stroke of his cock inside me.

“I love you,” I whisper, grabbing his hand and placing it on top of my mark so he can feel this too. “I love you so damn much, Nyk.”

As I’m waiting to hear back the words, however, the pink mist around us intensifies and grows out of control. My eyes snap open, an unimaginable heat claiming my body as I make eye contact with him.

His features drip with indifference.

One split second is all it takes for his mask to drop.

Confusion swirls in my mind. I dig my nails into his mark, drawing blood.

My mouth opens and closes as a different picture forms before my eyes.

I blink and find myself in a dark cave. There is only one stream of light coming from an opening in the right side of the ceiling. Yet as I look down, I realize it’s not my body.

It’s Nykander’s.

My consciousness is here, but I am not in control. I am only a spectator.

“I have done what you asked of me,” Nykander’s voice calls out. There is a deep revulsion behind those words, but no reply is forthcoming.

Nykander lets his senses drift through every crevice of the cave. She is there. He can sense her.

“Show yourself!” he shouts.

Seconds trickle by and her steps resound in the cave.

She stops right under the beam of light, letting it illuminate her features. Her dark hair flows down her back, her face hidden beneath a thin veil.

“You would go this far for your revenge?” She tilts her head to the side as she assesses him.

“I am not required to give you an explanation,” he grinds out. “I did as you asked. I apologized and she believes I want to be with her.”

“And you do not regret lying to her? She is your true mate, after all.”

His nostrils flare.

“It does not matter.”

“See, but it does. I am curious, Nykander v’Kyró. You would forsake your true mate, the only being made just for you in the entire universe, to fulfill a revenge for someone who is long gone?”

“I require you to keep your side of the bargain, Priestess.”

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