Page 38 of Cruel Crown

“If you don’t do as I say, baby, I’m going to go to the pale demon and tell him about what really happened in Colombia plus your little trip to Italy.”

“What is it that you want?” she finally said, and I smiled. I removed my foot and stood there, looking down at her.

“I’m enjoying this, love,” I said, and she scowled. “Tell you what. I’m a nice guy—I mean, guess that’s why you decided to fuck me over raw, right?” Her eyes flashed with pain, and I gulped. Good, I affected her. “I’ll leave you alone forever. All you’ve got to do is past this last test.”

Daphne

You reap what you sow, and here was my labor—colder and deadlier than ever, but I wasn’t afraid.

Having him here in my home, in the castle of horrors, threw me off my game a little bit; that’s how he managed to surprise me in the Amber Room. It took just a few seconds when he had grabbed me for my body to relax. I’d know his unique smell anywhere.

This was a power play, and I was impressed.

Gideon smirked at me, and the sight had my belly fluttering despite trying to make my body obey otherwise. Desire and longing had their own rules and didn’t want to play, but the ones I set for myself a long time ago. There was a weakness in me that grew the more time I spent with him. I hated that he was here, but deep down, I didn’t want him away.

“Wipe that smirk off before I stop playing nice and wipe the floor with your face,” I told him. He thought he got to make demands, but that’s because he didn’t know everything.

Gideon cocked his head and gave me a wolfish smile. I tried to hide the pain I felt at seeing how I had ruined his eye. My handsome man was scarred, and I feared to know if anything had been done to him beyond that.

“Oh Petal, there are many places I’d like to put my face, and the floor isn’t one of them.” His voice had dropped to a seductive purr that had every single part of me hyperaware.

The wolf rug under my feet was thick enough that made kneeling on it comfortable. Still, I didn’t like being like this, not only because I didn’t like kneeling but because it took me back to when I was a young girl. Back then I didn’t have to kneel. Back then I was at a perfect size for men to just stand there and violate me.

“Say your piece and then leave,” I said, looking away from him and staring at the fire, focusing on the steady glow of the flames.

He took another step toward me, and with my peripheral vision, I saw his hand go to his crotch. The sound of his zipper being pulled down was loud enough that I knew where this was heading.

“You can suck me off without getting wet, and I’ll forget I ever met you.”

I turned to look at him just as he was taking off his shirt. My God was he handsome, fucked-up eye or not. He was many things, but he didn’t belong here in the Sekt. It was one of the reasons I voted no in the first place. He was sunshine. He was the peace I sought, and somehow I only found it when I was with him. Wanting peace was dangerous when you were heading for war.

“If you want me as a whore like everyone else does, then that’s what you’ll get,” I ground out, and his eyes flared with anger.

I leaned forward and took him deep until his dick choked me. He grabbed me by the hair and fucked my face. Three brutal thrusts that had tears falling from my eyes. He pulled out of me with a loud popping sound from my mouth, and then he pushed me forward as he took a few steps back, causing me to fall at his feet.

Gideon was behind me in a second, his body pressing down on mine and his dick poking my ass.

“Did you like kneeling for me, love?” he mocked as he pushed my pants and undergarments aside.

His hand came around my waist and lifted me so I kneeled with my ass in the air.

When I felt his cold hand on my ass, I closed my eyes and bit my lip. I was not afraid of him, and I knew what the point was that he wanted to prove. He was humiliating me, and I was getting off on it.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your arse?” he mumbled softly as he gave my waist a soft peck. I felt his smile widening against my skin.

My cheek rubbed against the rug the moment Gideon smacked my ass hard. The sound echoed in my room, the sting of pain taking root. He did it again and again until I knew my bottom was probably red from all the hits he gave me, and I’d be lucky if I could sit without any pain.

The insides of my cheeks were torn and sore from where I kept biting them so I could stop myself from making any noise.

“Fucking hell, Petal, you look divine,” he said with awe in his voice, and that made me feel warm.

His hot breath was on my cheeks, and I winced at the small sting of pain it caused. With his tongue, he traced the globe of my ass, causing me to squirm. The slow ache that had been building in the Amber Room was now throbbing and demanding attention.

“Do you think I should keep going until I draw blood?” he asked right before he bit me. I cried out when I felt his teeth sinking into the tender flesh, digging into the skin.

Gideon undid the bind he had on my hand and flipped me around. He put his hands on either side of me. He looked unhinged, his whiskey eyes wide with lust and anger, and I needed him. I wanted him more than ever because I thought I had lost him. I thought I had killed him and that was weighing on my soul.

He just glared at me as he removed my flats and finished pulling my pants down, leaving me naked from the waist down.

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