Page 29 of Cursed Heirs

“Everything. But most of all, to make you my queen.”

“You’re delusional.”

And creepy as hell.

When he just stared at me, seeming to observe every little thing about me, how I spoke, the content of my words, my gestures and mannerisms, I spat out, “You’re nothing but a madman with a power complex.”

A snarl escaped him, and then he snatched my wrist and jerked me into him so I smacked against his hard chest.

He spun me around so my back was to it, then he banded an arm across my breasts, his other hand sliding up and down my right thigh.

“Get your hands off me!” I demanded. “Now!”

He leaned in and breathed at my ear, sending a tremble of unwanted sensation through me. “As I’ve said, don’t be so hasty. I can make you feel things you’ve never even had the wherewithal to dream of. I am an eight-hundred-year-old vampire hybrid with centuries of experience in the art of carnal pleasure.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“Oh, but it will. In fact, you’ll come to crave it from me.”

“Never. I’m already with—”

“Orpheus, Talon, and Xavier… I’m aware. A meaningless barrier that I will tear down soon enough.” His fingers slidhigher up my thigh, making me shudder and push back to get away, but I only ended up pushing against his hard cock.

A sexual growl sounded from him, rolling right through me.

What? What was happening?

“You’re controlling me?”

“Not exactly.”

“What then?”

“Why, darling princess, are you feeling favorable sensations toward me?”

“What. Are. You. Doing?”

“I’ve merely stripped away the rest, leaving just your most honest wants and desires.”

His fingers brushed my pussy and I jolted, but something stopped me from actually trying to pull away again.

He dragged his fingers through my folds and I threw my head back against his shoulder.

His arm banded across my chest left me, unbinding me, and he stroked my hair gently as he continued his ministrations, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“God,” I breathed.

“That I am,” he rumbled at my ear.

I couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but sink into the bliss he was eliciting.

He targeted my clit, rolling it, then pinching, then circling.

I was panting and rolling my hips, responding fully, getting lost in it.

A scream tore from my throat as I crashed over the edge and came all over his fingers.

Using his hold in my hair, he turned my head and made me watch as he licked them clean, sounds of the utmost satisfaction emanating from him that skyrocketed my arousal.

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