Page 79 of Blood On His Lips

I'd thought he loved me. All these years I'd thought he loved me. It had been lies, yes, and manipulation. Love? The abyss that flickered at the edges of my mind was too deep, too dark for mere love. This was madness, this was need. This was the beginning of an entwining that once formed would have his heart beating for mine, and my lungs taking in air for his.

“I told you,“ he whispered, “your blood and tears would be mine. I will taste you in every way possible before I break you to my will.”

“Or will you break on mine?”

A flash of fear in his eyes.

“You don’t have to break me,” I said, cradled in his arms, my body boneless. My eyes drifted closed. “I said I would submit, that I wouldn’t fight anymore.”

It was pointless. The bond between us would seal whether I wanted it to or not. I’d be better off utilizing my strength learning to navigate him. With an enemy approaching our gates, it was even more vital we set aside our personal squabble for now.

“Wake up.”

I arched my back as his fingers plunged inside of my body, his thumb pressing against my clit. I would not cry out again, would not offer him the satisfaction of controlling my body so expertly.

He sensed my attempt to control the opening floodgates. “Give me your pleasure, Aerinne, or I will take your brother’s. He is as beautiful as you.”

I bared my teeth at the taunt he knew would rile me, then cried out, resistance crumbling, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

He slid an arm around my waist and turned me in his arms. Renaud draped my legs open over his lap, baring my core, displaying me, his fingers spreading my folds as if he were a freshly engaged girl showing off her betrothal jewelry.

I stared blindly out at his Court, the silent, watching Fae with their lifeless expressions and haunting loveliness I could never hope to match.

Fuck them anyway.

Though, evidently, they were here to watch me get fucked.

I hadn’t had any clue Raniel was an exhibitionist. Well, this was probably all Renaud.

“You said you would never be mine,” he murmured, and the whisper of his voice carried, filled the chamber. “What say you now? You see what my weak, defiant halfling allows me to do to her?” They laughed, as if on cue. I sneered right back at them. “But still. . .I want her anyway.”

His mind crashed into mine, a tempest of desire, anger, dominance and determination to make me bow. To make me over. I tried to think, to sift through the emotions and the impressions of thoughts, intentions, but it was like trying to take a leisurely stroll in the middle of a hurricane.

I gave up, moaning as he fucked me, slipping three fingers inside my body as his other hand played with my clit, then slid up and pinched my nipples, slapping the weight of my breasts like a cat with a toy.

“Give me everything, Aerinne,” he said, lips on my ears. His teeth sank into my lobe, my hips bucking as he speared me over and over, and my body came apart.

I shuddered through the terrible waves, and when he withdrew his hand, lifting it, his fingers glistening.

“How easily my enemy comes apart in my arms,” he said. He squeezed my breast painfully, and my breath hitched. “How sweetly she allows herself to be debased. Used for the pleasure of my Court.”

Please. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder, my eyelids drooping half closed. I slid my hand down my body and dipped my fingers in my own wet, curving my lips in a sharp smile. I raised them to my mouth and licked, one by one, shifting my hips so my bottom rubbed against Renaud’s groin.

He inhaled sharply. Then a long beat of silence.

“I think you crave this, my halfling. I think you desire debasement, defilement. Shall I let them have you? Would you like that?”

Had I thought their faces expressionless, their eyes empty? I was wrong, again. Suddenly I wasn’t so certain that they were well-crafted illusions, a puppet audience for this little show between Renaud and I.

Feral gazes brightened.

“Shall I let their tongues pierce your sweet cunt, their lips kiss your pretty little bud? Would you like that? To writhe helplessly beneath a Court of Fae, holding you down and forcing pleasure down your throat?”

Confusion gripped me—because RanielDarkanRenaud wouldneverlet another touch me—along with something dark and twisted. If he had changed, I had not. I would kill anyone who touched me against my will, drink their blood and eat their meat.

As Renaud spoke, he entered me again, fingers still on my breast, kneading and twisting my nipple until I screamed.

He whispered filthy, degrading threats in my ear as he fucked me into boneless acceptance, wringing a second and third orgasm out of me. Wetness slicked between my thighs, dripped down onto his lap. I couldn't catch my breath, my sight glazed, and for a moment I wanted to escape in everything he threatened me with. And more.

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