Page 63 of Dark Master's Redemption

“Then… what can I do?” she asks, confused.

“Bring the others here,” I say quickly because I hear footsteps outside the doors. “When Florian is finished with me for the night, or even just for an hour, bring the other returned Revenants here. Let them feel me, and understand the predicament I am in. And when the time is right… we shall make our move. To take back this place, forever.”

“Dark Fae Master.” Her voice is reverent now, as she inclines her head—knowing what I am. “I will do as you ask because something in you and your people lights a beacon inside me. I find I do not want to turn away from it… but brighten it, in any way that you require. I will return. Wait for me. Remain strong.”

With that, she’s ducking back into the shadows—blending away as someone comes in through the main door of the suite. I assume she got away as Florian comes in, though I didn’t hear, feel, or see her leave. It’s clear she has some tremendous power of disguise to her Night magic; as Florian strolls in, beaming with a terrible smile to see I’m awake, he has no idea she’s been here, either.

I only hope I can stay strong to the things I see brimming in his eyes.

Until she gathers me the power I seek.

“Well, well. The cur is awake.” Florian comes before me now, gazing at me with a mixture of cunning and admiration, and utter hate as his gaze roves my naked body.

And all the runnels of blood pouring down it, from his knives embedded in me.

“You look like the Night version of Jesus on the cross,” he says with sacrilegious glee now as his green eyes burn in the firelight. “Too bad you’ve never been a holy man. Or I’d relish doing this to you even more.”

“Do to me what you like. I’m not breaking to you.” An ever deeper hate burns in my heart for this man standing before me, second only to Emiliana. “Not back when I was hers, not now that I am mine, and not ever, though your terrible bonds may twist me.”

“Oh, they will. I’ll make sure of that,” Florian says with a horrid promise burning in his eyes. “Until then, I thought it might be fun to play twenty questions. And find out just who Quinn is bonded to that gives him such power? And where I might ferret them out.”

“I’ll never give up my sources.” I stay defiant, still understanding that Florian has no idea I’m Dark Fae, since he thinks my Light power only comes from others I’m bound to. “Torture me until I scream and writhe, and gibber nonsense for you, but you’re never finding out.”

“Oh, the torture is coming. Of that, you can be sure.” A hard glint is in his eyes now. I can tell it’s bothering him that someone he’s taken under his thrall still has this much power to resist him. As I feel him push a deeper surge of his opium-dark magic inside me, I reel, but not from pain anymore. It’s from pleasure now, as Florian makes everything sing inside me.

Trying sweets, rather than wrathful spice.

I reel in my chains, lightheaded as everything goes molten and gooey inside me. I’m fully erect now when I wasn’t even close before, my scalding pain from Florian’s knives keeping me from that.

But as Florian kneels with a wicked look and places his hands on my thighs, not touching the knives but giving me a thrill of sex, he runs his lips over the skin of my upper, inner thigh.

Teasing me with what I know he can do next.

“Do you want me to pleasure you, Master?” he asks in an affront to all consensual dominant-submissive play, whispering his lips over my thigh and tempting my groin with his breath. “Because you know how well I can do it for you… the pleasure you know I can give, to your Master’s ways.”

“Your ways aren’t a Master or a submissive’s pleasure, Florian. Your pleasure is a perversion of that sacred contract, without consent.” I resist him now, though everything in my body is thrilling for a nice, long suck.

And a fuck—for however long it takes, even with him.

“Too bad,” Florian says wickedly near my groin. He runs his soft lips gently over my cock, along the shaft. “I can feel how much you’re thrilling for me, deep inside, thanks to my magic. I can make it feel so very good, Quindici; you know I can. Just like we did of old. When you were asked to obey my ways.”

“I was only asked by Emiliana to bed you because she would hurt people I cared about if I resisted.” My voice is a growl now, even as he slips his lips along my shaft again, shuddering me as he gives a nice, slow lick.

“Ah, yes. We come back to it; your bleeding heart.” Florian chuckles as he rises—leaving me bereft and throbbing, my balls so clenched and tight from being denied, with Florian’s power racing all through me.

He chuckles more at the look in my eyes, which I can’t help even though I’m fighting him. Because what Florian’s power and powerful temptation have done is make my body a towering blaze of heat and need now.

As I fight to not succumb to him—and just fuck, and fuck, and fuck.

“There it is.” Florian peers into my eyes, watching me blaze and twist with a new agony. “There’s the conflict in your undead soul I was hoping for. Though you fight my power, Quinn, there are other ways I can make you twist. By sending the Vampire Council to ferret out that Dark Fae safe house you’ve been keeping from me, for example. Oh, by the way, which they’ve already figured out is on the human side of Florence. And are sending their tactical army to at once—to kill, now that their Master is away in my clutches.”

As everything screams inside me that the Vampire Council is on to Ariana’s and Lucca’s whereabouts, I feel that scream flash right to them through our bond.

Ariana and Lucca don’t understand it, they only feel my agony; but Florian’s opiate energies are on that connection like a lightning storm, as his power grips that message inside me and rides it like a hurricane, straight to its source.

I feel Ariana and Lucca cast him out in a sudden wave of power that leaves my head ringing, but not before he sees a detailed picture of their whereabouts inside the Summers manor.

And a magazine upon a side table—flipped back page up to show their human-world address.

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