Page 37 of Cruel Crown

“I’m still so fucking angry,” I whispered harshly in her ear. “I’m going to take you back to your room where I’m going to work my anger between your legs until your pussy is drenched in my cum.”

With her in my arms, I never felt more right. It didn’t matter she didn’t want me here, or that this was some kind of test for both of us. One way or another, we always ended up like this.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, sounding resigned to what was about to happen. She was ready to give in, but she didn’t know how.

“Petal,” I mumbled her name, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, causing her body to shiver. “Stop fighting it. You don’t have to do anything on your own.”

I forced her to walk with me. I held her close, my arm banding into her waist like a cage, trying to keep her with me. The hall was dark, and even if I could barely see, she was still blindfolded and at my mercy. As soon as we were in the hall, I slowly moved my arm below the waistline of her leggings.

The skin there was warm and calloused against my cold fingers. A shiver ran down her back, and I felt the way she twitched against my cock.

“Did you stop and think that if I died, you’d never have this again?” I mocked against her ear as I thrust my hips to her arse.

We kept walking with her in my arms and one of my hands sliding closer to her pussy each time. When I saw the glow from the lamp, I grinned, knowing we were close to her room.

“Tell you what, baby, you pass this test, and I’ll leave you alone,” I said because I could bet my life she would fail.

She took a second to answer, and when she did, she sounded unsure because deep down, she didn’t want me to let go. “What test?”

I didn’t answer her; instead, I brought two fingers to her pussy. Daphne got on her tiptoes with the intrusion of my fingers, her back arching and her head resting on my chest.

“You just failed, love,” I said triumphantly. My fingers swirled around her wetness before I pulled out my hand and brought it to her mouth, where I rubbed the moisture into her lips. When we were by the door, I turned her around and slammed her back against it. I bent my head to lick her lips, savoring the taste.

With the tip of my tongue, I traced the faint scar from the cut I had made on her lip. “Did you think of me every time the cut stung?”

She whimpered, and I brought her lip into my mouth, sucking it.

I dug into my pocket, looking for the key while I wrapped my other arm around her waist.

“I keep telling you, Petal, you can lie all you want, but I’ll always taste the truth.” Pushing the door open, my hands came to her waist, and I carried her as I kissed her lips brutally, not giving her any other option than to kiss me back.

Her hands wrapped around my neck, and it could be for support or because she wanted it, but right now, I didn’t care.

When I stepped into the room, I kicked the door with my foot. I walked us to the fire, then set Daphne down gently and turned her around. Her chest was rising and falling, her hand coming up to take off the blindfold.

Immediately, I grabbed both hands and brought them behind her back.

“Let me go,” she hissed.

“Nyet,” I ground out. Holding both her hands with one hand, I undid the blindfold with the other, then brought it down to tie her up. “It’s in your best interest to do as I say, Petal.”

“Then you have the wrong woman,” she said without turning to look at me. I bit my lip, containing my smile.

“I’m going to give you the option to kneel right now, and maybe I’ll tell you about the present I got you.”

Slowly I counted to three when she didn’t speak. I brought my foot up and pressed behind her knee at the same time I pushed her body down, forcing her to kneel for me.

“Let go of me,” she said. I knew she was seething, and what I would say would only get her angrier. Good, because I was fucking angry too.

“I’m done playing by your rules, baby. Now, we are going to play by mine.”

“What you need to do is get out of this room right now and forget you ever met me,” she bit back.

“Forget I met you?” I asked in disbelief. I tipped her jaw back so she was forced to look up at me. “That’s like asking me to forget the feel of rain on my skin or the warmth of the sunrays—impossible.”

She was getting me pissed off. It was time I retook control. I took a step around her until I was in front of her and she was kneeling before me.

Daphne made a move to try to get up, but I raised my foot and put it on her shoulder to stop her. She glared at me and was seconds away from knocking me on my arse.

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