Page 52 of Her Blood Revenge

Her finger rests under my chin, and she lifts it.

‘Play with me here.’

My eyes narrow. ‘Others are watching.’

‘Strange. You didn’t have a problem face fucking me in front of everyone last time I was at the fire with you. Remember that? When you surrounded me. Had me on my knees. Passed my mouth around like I was nothing but a hole to screw.’

Her fingers drag roughly through my hair, and she grips the roots, pulling my head up as she stands over me.

‘That was different,’ I tell her. ‘We didn’t love you then. You pissed us off, and we wanted to make you pay. So yeah. We used that smart mouth as we saw fit, and we proved a point to those watching that you belonged to us.’

‘You didn’t love me then, and you don’t love me now.’

‘No, I didn’t love you then, but I love you now, and there’s nothing you can do about it.’

The anger I feel through the link has my cock even harder, and her grip on my hair makes me wince.

Honestly. I do not mind one bit. Her causing me pain is surprisingly pleasant.

‘You want me to play with you in front of these sorry fucking creatures?’ I ask.

‘Yes.’ Her words are a low warning as she leans over me. ‘I’m giving you a chance, Shadow Master. If you deny it, I won’t offer it again. Fuck me right here. Right now. Or you will never fuckme again.’

Shit. This woman. The link tells me she’s angry but scared, too. Scared that Cole has claimed a part of her that she will never get back. Scared that what he did will in some way affect how we see her. How we want her. How we’ll treat her.

Scared that I love her. Scared that I care.

And perhaps scared that she may feel the same for me.

A desperate need ripples between us. She needs to be in control. Needs to think she can prove I don’t love her every inch by degrading her in front of others. That I can see her as what I used to see her as. A vile little blood whore.

She has many beautiful holes to fuck, and if she wants me to play with her, I fucking will.

And I will love her, too. I can do both quite easily. Fuck her like a whore and worship her like a queen.

Her darkening soul and malicious little attitude are an impossible thing not to adore, and if this is the game she wants to play, I’m all in.

My hand slides up the inside of her thigh, and when I slip between her legs, I find her soaking wet. Her eyes close as I circle her entrance. Her pretty mouth parts with a breath. The effect of my touch carries through our link, and I have to shift to give my erection some room.

‘I’ll play with you,’ I promise her, feeling her warmth soaking my fingers and knowing I have no intention of denying my girl even if she refuses my conditions. ‘But first, I want you to do something for me.’

‘I’m not doing anything-oh my god!’

Her pussy tightens around my fingers as I sink them inside. Her head falls forward, and she rests her forehead on mine as she lets out some delicious pants.

‘Now I have your attention, Poppet Doll, listen up. You’re pissed at us. I know that.’

Her eyes fling open, and if there was ever a look of warning, this was it. The very embodiment of“Watch what the fuck you say next”.

Her eye twitches and she prepares to step back. So I swirl my fingers wider, and pleasure overrides her impulse to leave.

‘I want you to forgive us and give us another chance.’

‘You killed my father,’ she whispers, biting her lip as I work her.

‘He was not your real father,’ I remind her.

‘He raised me.’

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