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Granted, she's emerging from her afterlife as a fully capable woman with the wiped memory of the tragic moment that changed her life forever. I know she will accept me for what I have to give, but now, I fucking want more.

She does not feign her strength and though her walls are down, she cannot rid of who she truly is inside. Despite being born in blood, Lucynda Draven Duquesne is exceptionally and admirably good.

Maybe I was wrong to lead her to this life with the promise of vengeance, as such I seek. Maybe I assumed she'd grown from the dark and was eager to emit the evidence of her demise. I know it wasn't her whole truth when I led her astray, but I made her believe it was all she was capable of. I made her believe it was what she craved most because it's what I was craving for myself even knowing that she was myanima vinculum. I didn't want to admit that had I just accepted her for what she was and allowed her to speak her own truth in all of this, reluctance to deny her would evade me and I would subject myself to falling for her.

But it might be too late.

Though I still fight the battle of fulfilling the visceral need that now resounds in my chest like thunder cracking throughthe sky, or simply denying myself the luxury because I know the ending will only lead to ruin for the both of us.

What is this girl doing to me?

Just as the thought crosses my mind, Lucynda removes herself from my lap, a fervent flush coating her pretty pale skin in tones of pink as her heavy-with-lust eyes bore into mine.

"Thank you, my king," she says as she reaches her hands out for mine and gestures to me to stand up in front of her. "But if that's how you plan to prove to me that breaking me is your favorite pastime, I'm afraid it wasn't good enough." Cynical carnality exudes from her icy gaze as her sensually sarcastic tone hovers between us.

She reaches for my pants and slides them down my thighs, taking my underwear with them and revealing my thick erection.

The vulnerability that briefly washes over me isn't lost as the brush of her fingertips whispering against my skin sends my bloodlust into a panic.

Lucynda mimics the motion of my pants as she herself lowers down to her knees like the sinner that she is, eager for penance.

"But I do know of one other way you can attempt to break me, Husband." Her words haunt me causing rapacity to torment me.

I place two fingers under her chin to tip her head up to me while she speaks, feeling lost in the way her siren-tone hypnotizes me.

"Choke me." Two little words that do a whole lot of damage to the single thread holding together my will not to bend for this girl. I watch my wife spread her legs under me, the glisten of her arousal still present between her thighs.

She parts her plump lips for me as she digs her fingertips into the back of my thighs and pulls me into her, allowing the tip of my aching cock to skate over her bottom lip.

Fuck, she is driving me crazy, and that's when I realize that her sex drive might be extremely high due to her magnetizedsenses from her transition along with the persistant attitude she brought to the table tonight. But at this point, I'm too fucking gone in the sound of her voice and the light touches her skin on mine to give a damn.

"Break me, Rivian." The lust that bleeds from her tone sends me into a dizzy spell of needing her so intensely that I grip the back of her head, tangling my fingers into her now messy braid and I thrust my dick past her lips.

This is her, in all her sinful glory. Devastating; she's inviting me to play whatever game she’s attempting. It's comical, but enticing. And maybe she knows that she's playing devil's advocate here. Maybe she likes it. Because Iamthe fucking devil.

If she wants me to break her, I will break her.

35

binds & betrayal

Lucynda

When I woke up this morning, I almost forgot where I was. I felt the softness of the silk sheets beneath my fingertips and I had assumed I'd be back in my own room, but after forcing my eyes open, expecting the need to adjust to the light only to wake up in darkness, I remembered where I was and why I was there.

My head was pounding, like someone took a hammer to the head. My mouth was in severe pain—later to find out that my teeth werespikingor whatever the hell Troy said—and the rest of my body was excruciatingly sore. I appreciated the heating pad under my neck though, but I wasn't too oblivious to the attempted cure of pain to remember the reason why I ended up in this position; my husband killed me.

What if I wasn't ready to die just then? What if I wanted more time to be human? But he did do it while making me come and then afterward he apparently dressed me and gave me headache meds along with a note to make up for it which I guess didmake me feel slightly better. I suppose I shouldn't have been too mad because he did promise me I wouldn't feel a thing and ultimately, he kept that promise.

Troy had entered my room shortly after I woke, Natasha in tow. She urged me to take the meds and eat the chocolate to help with the aches. I didn't even know Aspirin would work for vampires, considering they're all dead.I am dead. But according to Troian, transition takes about forty-eight hours to complete. She said I'd feel groggy for a little bit with the pain that comes with certain changes like in my teeth and in my head. Then she said I would start to feel all the emotions and senses strengthen within me, likely causing me to feel overwhelmed which is something I will learn to minimize. She also said that I might start to hear voices as I interact with others as an accidental invasion of their thoughts and I'd also have to learn how to not be so invasive . . . unless I want to be. I might also start to feel my body rejectthe old me,whatever the hell that means. I wanted to ask her for clarification on that concept, but I didn't get time before the shooting pain in my head started up again and Natasha forced me to take the medicine.

I hated waking up alone. And because my emotions were tenfold, I felt more aggression than was probably necessary, hyper fixating on wanting to rip Rivian's head off. Thank goodness the chocolate actually did help settle that notion. The smooth rich texture melted on my tongue and traveled down my throat.

After a few more hours of rest and allowing Natasha to run me a bath, my body started to feel somewhat relaxed from the over stimulation I’d been experiencing and I was able to do more than just spiral from what felt like delirium.

I learned that I am not allowed to step into the sunlight just yet because my transition won't be fully complete until tomorrow night and doing so would cause my body to burn. I also learnedthat I need to drink blood to satisfy the transition as well. Both of these things should’ve scared me, but they didn't; I fully anticipated them as I accepted my role into this new life.

After the bath, I got dressed and did my hair, wanting to make myself look prettier than I felt, and then I waited around in the darkened room all day wanting to do anything else other than sit around in the void.

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