Page 56 of Masked Fate

Looking down at him, this male known as Master, kneeling before me, is intoxicating.

He’s giving me another first.

He’s submitting to me.

But I know I’d be a fool to think I was the one in control.

And then his tongue swipes over me, and my hands are buried in his thick, blond hair, trying to pull him closer to me, silently begging for more.

“Eyes on me, little witch,” he growls in a low, dangerous tone.

A small cry of pleasure leaves me as I follow his command, our gazes locking and holding.

And then he lifts my other leg over his shoulder and stands with me, pushing me back against the wall to hold me immobile as he eats my pussy like it’s his last meal.

Holding onto his hair to try and balance myself, I know it’s all over when Soren sucks on my clit and slides two fingers inside me, pushing me over the edge.

When I can’t take anymore, he lifts his face, the picture of male satisfaction. “I’m still hungry.”

“Fuck. Soren…”

“I’ve got a lot to make up for,” he purrs, swiping his tongue over me. “I’m going to clean this messy pussy before I fuck it.”

And then he starts eating me again, sending me into another orgasm. “I’m going to ruin you for any other male, little witch.Mine.”

I’d never admit it out loud, but he already has.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Pandora

“You didn’t even have the contraceptive conversation?” Astrid asks with a smirk, and she watches me down the herbal tea.

I shake my head. “No, and I haven’t been on anything. I assume he is, though, because he hasn’t knocked up any of his pets.”

Astrid arches her brow at that.

My words sound bitter even to my ears.

Soren and I made a quick zip back to my kingdom, and everything was as I left it. If Ebony has any other friends or supporters who would be angry over her death, none have made any moves. I don’t know if they will. It wasn’t like she was the kind of person who instilled any loyalty.

“What about with August?”

“He pulled out,” I admit, wincing. It’s not the best form of birth control.Imagine if he got me pregnant?

Soren would have loved that.

Speaking of the devil, of course, Soren chooses that moment to step into the kitchen, looking for me.

“Who pulled out?” he asks, his gray eyes darkening like a threatening storm.

Astrid and I go dead silent, and even in this tense moment, I can’t help but notice how his muscles are straining against his black tunic.

“Pandora,” he barks, and my eyes lift from his biceps.

“Nothing, just girl talk,” I reply, rolling my eyes.

He’s trying to reign in his temper and failing, his gray eyes flickering with a promise of death. I shouldn’t find his jealousy so sexy, but after all the women I had to see him with, I can’t helpbut get a small sense of satisfaction from this.

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