Page 166 of The Duke and the Disciple

No answer came. Her arms were extended back above her head, and she slid several feet as he pulled her, then secured her over a rock. He dug out more rope and tethered her bonds to it. Her hood tore away.

Rahn came around the other side of her and knelt between her legs. Her breath caught when he pulled out a knife and slashed it up her dress. The cold steel of the blunt end traveled her flesh as he sliced up into her bodice, until the final snap at her neckline. He ripped the fabric down both sides, exposing her naked body. She tensed in anticipation of the cold, but it didn’t come. She was surprisingly quite warm.

A fire. We’re in a cave. He really did plan this out.

Rahn stood over her, looking down. Gone was the scholar, the lover... her Adrahn. The wild spark in his eyes made her clench with dangerous desire. “Just remember, Aesylt, it was your idea not to have a way out.” He gripped her ankles and spun her, twisting her arms in pain, until she was on her belly.

Aesylt moaned, spitting out rock and dust as she tried to contort to a more comfortable position. He yanked her back until she screamed, his cock sliding in from behind, and lifted her ass at the hips, ramming her into the ground. His thumbs spread her wider, the hurt exquisite and blinding. She no longer had any interest in the celestial realm, after everything that had happened, so explaining her injuries to her vedhma later would be fun.

“This cunt is mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to destroy. Mine to put back together, in whatever way suits me.” He pulled out all the way and crashed into her, the piercing collision sending a rush of dark spots into her vision. “You’re going to regret asking for this.”

“Never,” Aesylt croaked, spitting more dust. “Nev—” He silenced her with another vicious slam.

He withdrew his cock with a wet pop, dropping her. She panted, grateful for a moment to catch her breath, but the world moved again, and she was on her back, her arms straight again but so tender, she wondered if they were strained.

She had only enough time to look up before his cock parted her mouth, squelching any objection as he straddled her face, gripped her head, and pumped himself down her throat.

Aesylt thrashed underneath him, choking and trying to catch his eyes. But they were closed, his head thrown back in thrall to the surrender she’d begged for. He abruptly slid out of her mouth, making her wheeze for air, and she noticed a flash of blood on his palm.

There was no forethought at all, just a wave of impetuous desire as she nipped up off the ground and latched her mouth onto it. She suckled, lapping his blood away and locking her eyes on his.

He tore his hand back and nursed it against the other, watching her in astonishment. His eyes skimmed her body, and she followed his gaze and saw she was covered in similar scratches. Her face had to be worse, for all the fire pulsing in her cheeks.

Rahn burrowed his face along her torso, licking and suckling. Aesylt arched her back, but he shoved her down, moving to the next wound, and the next. The suction drove her into a spiral she couldn’t unwind from, and a sudden explosion between her legs made her let go and she slipped away, convulsing through the first orgasm of her life that hadn’t required direct touch.

His hand seized her at the neck, shearing the pleasure. “I didn’t give you permission to come.”

Aesylt froze. It was Marek’s face staring back at her.

“You’re scared,” he said, sounding more like Rahn. His hand constricted. “Another man touched you like this, and he died for it. I can still see my sword sliding through his heart from behind, feel it exploding under my blade. I can taste his surrender. Do you want to taste it for yourself? The power?”

She went limp, terrified to move at all. Even her thoughts disappeared.

“Only I can touch you like this. Me. And when you think of a hand at your neck, it will bemyface you see.Mycock impaling you until the darkness comes.” Rahn unbound one of her hands and forced it between her legs. “Show me how you touch yourself when you think of me. No, don’t look away from me, Aesylt. I want your eyes. On. Mine.Now.”

Tears trickled from her eyes as she opened them and moved her gaze to his.

“Show me, Aesylt.”

Her hand twitched. She shook her head.

“Show me.”

She slid a finger down her length. A whimper stuttered in her throat, crushed by his hand.

Rahn nudged her legs wider with his thighs and lined himself up. He pitched his head back and slid slowly into her, then stopped when he reached the end.

Aesylt’s eyes fluttered downward and became paralyzed by the sight of his cock holding her open while he choked her. Tremors passed down her shoulders and into her hand, which was still moving, still twisting and flicking the way she always did when she fantasized of him, just as the monster had commanded.

But he wasn’t Marek.

The hand at her neck belonged to the one who had ended that fear once and for all.

The one who would deliver no hurt she hadn’t asked for.

Rahn’s lips peeled back and he rocked forward, finding his pace. Aesylt’s shallow breaths came faster as the horrors melted away, as the hand at her neck became not a noose but a means of release. She worked her fingers faster, whining, tears rolling down her cheeks in waves, darkness pulling at the edges of her dimming vision.

His fingers pinched her windpipe. A scream was trapped in her throat, never to be released as she convulsed against the dusty ground. She’d never been pushed so far toward ecstasy. Never been so in love with her wulf as she was then.

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