Page 6 of Marked for Desecration

“What’s in it for me?” I asked, even though my hands were already pulling his shirt over his head.

Now partially naked, his hands quickly made work of his lower half while his mouth and tongue worked down the column of my neck. Ian had a new scratch on his chest and, luckily for him, I could tell it was from a blade and nothing else.

My jealousy never made any sense, and I really didn’t care.

He panted a hot breath against me. “You get to live for the day. I’ll hold your liberation back for another instead.”

I laughed out loud at his absurdity while shoving his shoulders, pushing him until he fell back on my four postered, mahogany wood, wedding bed.

“But knowing the way your mind works, you’d love that wouldn’t you, Valka? That’s what I like about you.”

My lip curled in disgust. Without his dick game, Ian was worthless. “That’s funny, because I like nothing about you whatsoever.”

Roughly taking my clothes off, I watched him relax, placing his hands behind his head. That stupid grin was still on his face as he waited for me, at attention with the weapon between his legs.

I wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all myself. Ian would make a great soldier under my hand with his dealings with the underboss and Mathias directly. He let the information out during one of our more debauched trysts. But manipulating him was hard, though not as hard as his dick at the moment.

I climbed up and straddled him. Without being given the chance to take further control, Ian roughly grabbed my hips and impaled me on his dick, making me yelp in surprise.

He sat himself up and firmly held the back of my neck, forcing me to stare him in the eye. “You may think you like playing with fire, Valka, but Iamthe fire. I could kill you without a moment’s notice or any remorse.”

My pussy clenched around him, wetting him to the balls. We began to frantically thrust against each other, chasing our own selfish pleasures. Our lips grazed the other, but never fully brought together for a kiss. We were edging. Two dominant personalities that fought for control in any way, shape, or form.

“Who’s to say I haven’t already signed your death warrant, Ian?” My tongue darted out and licked his lower lip.

He bent me backward and bit into my dark nipple, making me gasp in delight. “Then I’ll just have to make sure this is the best day ever and die a happy motherfucker with my dick buried inside of you.”

I gasped again, cradling his head closer as he bit down and drank from me. My hands caressed the back of his neck, fingering along the burn scar he had there. Ian, the jackass that he was, knew exactly what got me going and that was what kept him between my legs the most, even after my marriage into the Cromwell family.

Drinking from another clan would kill us, but here, in this bed among the heart of Letos, we kept it strictly between ourselves.

All of a sudden, I was put on my back, the soft sheets beneath me a direct contrast to Ian pounding my pussy into a hot mess. The perspiration on his body made him hard to hold onto, but lucky for me, he pinned my wrists above my head while giving me a delicious view of his abs flexing with each thrust.

“The good thing about fucking you, Valka…” he started, pissing me off.What was with this guy and talking so damn much? He needed to get back to work and get me off!“...is that I don’t have to pull out,” he groaned as he lodged himself deep inside of me and spilled, making the stupidest faces.

I was pissed. I brought my feet together against his chest and kicked him off, dislodging his still semi hard dick out of me. I didn’t care enough to see where he landed as my hands traveled between my legs to finish the job he started.

Ian disappeared from the room, leaving his smug energy behind. Coating my clit with our combined wetness, my other hand went to my breast, squeezing it and pulling at my nipples for extra stimulation.The jackass couldn’t even give me that much today.As quickly as I started, I swiftly brought myself to completion, my body tensing up and my pussy pulsating around emptiness. It felt lackluster to what itcouldhave been.

“The bastard,” I grumbled as I turned over and brought myself back to sitting at the edge of the bed. “Fucking gets the best day ever while he gives me a lady blue balls. I’m going to kill him.”

Of course, it angered me further that he wasn’t here for me to take out my fury. I looked to the left and saw that he left his fucking clothes behind as evidence as well.The asshole.I’m sure it was his plan all along, for William to come back and ask who they belonged to.

Though it would be enjoyable to watch him raze his soldiers to the ground in order to find out.

“Guess I’ll have to find my own bit of fun today. Stupid Ian Voss.”

I freshen up inside the adjoining master bathroom and redress. Grabbing something old from my closet, I threw Ian’s clothes inside the fabric and wrapped them into a ball. Exiting the bedroom, I looked to see if there were any servants around. Of course, there weren’t.

Walking down the long hallway with the bundle of clothes still in my hands, I kept my ear out for anything that was amiss around me. I didn’t trust Ian to not appear out of nowhere, butt-fucking-naked and calling for William for a fake meeting.

Finally, the sound of shuffling feet.

“You there. Come here.”

“Me?” says a shy voice that took a few moments before he came around the corner. Our sense of hearing was much more heightened than humans.

I waited for him to finally make his full appearance and assessed him. A young boy in his late teens. He quickly diverted his eyes to the ground when he caught himself checking out the lady of the house.

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