Page 87 of Starkeeper of the Fractured Crown

I swallowed, shaking my head. No, that wasn’t true. I was trying to get back to my house.

“Do you have a weakness for me, baby?” he breathed out, my stomach warming, the fear dripping down my legs. “Is that why you took your time?”

I sneered and opened my mouth, biting down on the meatiest part of his palm until I tasted blood.

Trick roared, jerking his hand away.

I slipped away, sprinting through the trees again, back from where I had come. They had to have heard that.

I didn’t make it a few feet when an arm wrapped around my waist, and I screamed, kicking, digging trenches into his skin, forgetting Evanora and the witches as I fought for my life.

“You don’t want to break free, do you?”

I did.

“No,”my inner voice cackled.“You want him to fuck you and heknowsit. He read your books. He knows the truth. You want his cock to fill you up. To consume you.”

He slid his arm up my body, his hand wrapping around my throat as the other slid around my waist, sliding down. Down. Down.

“Shh, they mighthear you.”

He would never allow that. He wouldn’t allow anyone to interrupt this. We both knew it. I was never in any danger of being found by Evanora Fairshield. Not here.

I gasped as he pushed my head back against him. “You gonna fuck me now?” I asked, my voice a bare whisper over the roaring rain. Maybe I could just piss him off enough to let me go. “I know you want to.”

“You don’t want him to let go. You want to suck his cock until you’re drowning in his cum.”

Trick chuckled in my ear. “Are you going to pretend your every pore doesn’t want me to fuck you?”

I shook my head. “I don’t. I don’t want this.”

“Gods,”that inner voice groaned.“Fuck me until I can’t see.”

My eyes widened.“Shut-up, shut-up,shut-up!”

He turned his head, using his nose to push my soaked hair back, until the corner of his lips grazed my neck. “I can smell it on you, Angel. I can smell it dripping down your legs.” He slid his hand between my legs with enough confidence to take down an army.

I went still. Even the smallest of movements in any direction caused a reaction I couldn’t control. “It’s called rain, you sick fuck,” I growled through my teeth.

“Denial is the worst attribute, don’t you think?”

I hated my inner voice more than I hated the things I craved the most.

“Hmm,” he purred and so gently he placed a kiss on my skin. “No, no, no,” he sang and bit down, sucking at my skin so hard, I couldfeelthe bruise forming.

I bit my lip, my body arching back into him, my feetslipping in the mud, causing me to fall an inch.

His fingers tightened, two of them in particular. “Don’t slip. You may find yourself in so much denial, you’ll be sick with it.”

“Is this what you like?” I spat, trying to ignore the feeling between my legs. “Fucking helpless victims. Forcing them to love you.”

He smiled. “But you’re not helpless, are you? I’ll listen, Angel.” His lips found my ear. “Tell me to leave and I’ll leave.”

I shivered, my eyes falling closed as his fingers curled up just a bit. It changed the pressure just enough that a moan slipped from my lips.

He chuckled, shivers falling down my spine. “Now, are you going to be a good girl for me and take your punishment or are you going to fight it every step of the way?”

My eyes opened, and I stared into the black abyss, and I swore the shadows smiled back. “Fuck y—”

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