Page 7 of Absentia Mori

A breath lodges in my throat as I take in the sight of him. The tall, ripped, and fucking gorgeous sight of him.

“Ah, perfect timing, Miss Doe. Raithe will show you around today. I will leave you two to get acquainted.”

I swallow hard. The space between us is heavy and thick with tension.

He glares at me with one green eye. His other is covered with a black eye patch. His light-brown hair is slicked back off his forehead, the sides shaved to show off his tattoos. For a brief moment, I forget where I’m at and get lost in him.

I’m not easily intimidated, but this man makes me fucking nervous. I tuck a strand of my greasy hair behind my ear, cursing the doctor for not letting me shower first. “I-I’m not a Jane Doe.”

“I know. You don’t remember me.” His voice is gravelly and deep.

It’s then that I notice the scars. I let my gaze wander over every inch of him. The flesh on his arms is marred, raised in between his tattoos.

He used to be Nocturnus. “Fuck,” I rasp.

“Fuck is right. Welcome to hell, Libra Thorn.”

I’m not a saint, but my karma must be more screwed up than I thought. “I told Fabien already that I had nothing to do with what happened to you. In fact, while you were fighting with my cousin, some ghost bitch locked me in the basement of the ballroom.”

Raithe’s one beautiful green eye darkens. “Shut the fuck up.”

I gasp and take a step toward him, instantly regretting it. Damn me and my big mouth. “Excuse me? You’re going to blameme for not having the balls to stand up to Nocturnus? How pathetic.”

He grabs my wrist and yanks me inside his room, slamming me against the door after he locks it behind us. My chest heaves as every nerve in my body tingles in fear.

“I want you to know just how big my fucking balls are, darlin’.”

“Let me go right now,” I hiss back.

He shoves my hand inside his pants, forcing my palm around his nuts. I want to squeeze them until they pop, to bring him to his knees in agony, but all I can think about is how hot I am for this beautiful asshole right now. The second my fingers graze the underside of his shaft, his cock stretches, going from semi-erect to rock hard.

Most of the men I’ve been with have been pushovers, weak-minded, and quick to give me whatever I want. But this man… he wants to control me. To take from me.

“Are my balls big enough for you?” he growls, his voice heavy with need.

I bite my lower lip to stifle a whimper. “Not bad for such a fucking loser.” I taunt and nod toward his missing eye.

He grips my hand tighter and flexes his cock against my forearm. “I’m going to rip you apart slowly. I will destroy a piece of you every day until you’re nothing but a broken rag doll. You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain that we felt.”

I squeeze his balls as hard as I can. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with.”

He lets out a gurgled cry as he yanks my hand away and pins it against the door above my head. “You wanna play dirty, darlin’? Let’s fucking play.” He throws my free hand up to meet the other, holding them both together with only one of his own. “Everything that has been done to me will be done to you,” he snarls in my ear.

I writhe against his grip, but it’s useless. He’s so fucking strong. Like an animal. “Fuck you.”

He shoves his free hand down my pants and cups my pussy. “Your cunt is wet. Is this turning you on?”

I laugh in his face. “My pussy is crying, that’s all.”

His eye darkens again. “No, butyou’reabout to.” He pinches my nub with so much force it knocks the wind out of me.

I gasp for breath as I half scream, half choke on my own saliva. I knock back against the door, desperate to get out of his grasp.

Raithe is not intimidated. He’s not scared of me or anyone.I’m so royally fucked.

“You hurt me; I hurt you more. Remember that.”

He eases the pressure slightly, and it’s just enough to make me feel the one thing I didn’t want to… aroused.Fuck.

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