Page 75 of Cruel Crown

Since she was flat on the ground and her head only lifted to look through the scope, it was easy for me to lay my body on top of hers, resting my weight on my forearms.

“Is this what you wanted, Petal?” I asked as I thrust my cock toward her arse. “To feel how fucking crazy you make me?”

My hand went to her arse, and I gripped it before letting my hand curve down in between her legs to cup her pussy.

“You get another shot and I’ll make you come so fucking hard, everyone will know our location.”

When she moaned softly, my already hard dick seemed to grow two more inches.

“We’re still losing. My people will make sure Bas gets the win for Damian.”

I kissed the side of her head. Everything was an opportunity, even this game, because for Damian it wasn’t, and she was using this to move Bas closer to him than to her.

“You wanna know about the brooch, don’t you? But you’re too proud to ask.” I kept rubbing my hand from her arse to her pussy. Suddenly the cold, the fucking night, and the wildlife didn’t matter.

All that mattered was me and her, because now, with her like this, finally on the same wavelength, the betrayals that stood between us didn’t matter.

Daphne let out a soft moan as she adjusted the scope so she could find another target.

“After London, I did my research, not only about you and the Sekt but everything to do with what you were hunting. I made sure that no matter where you went, how far you ran, how many times you cheated and you lied, in the end, you would have ended up coming to me.”

I spanked her pussy hard enough that she could feel it with her clothes.

“Yes,” she moaned as she put the gun aside.

I chuckled. “Are you mine, Petal?”

Daphne

The temperature was cold, but I had withstood colder. My body was in pain, but I had survived torture. None of that terrified me like Gideon’s question.

Are you mine?

As someone who had always been defined by where I came from and what I wanted, questions like this scared me because the thought of belonging to someone when I’d never even belonged to myself didn’t seem just.

Even I knew there was a difference in belonging to Gideon than there was between Yoro and Ivan. They wanted to use me, bend me to their will, and Gideon just let me be me and joined me for the ride even at the cost of his life.

There was a difference in the want the way he said “mine.” It wasn’t to possess, but for me to submit my desire to his.

“You’re thinking awfully hard there, Petal,” he growled.

I wiggled so he moved up, and I turned around to look at him.

“I’ve always despisedthatword. Why did I have to belong to someone else, why couldn’t I just belong to myself?” Gideon’s eyes flashed with understanding, but I ignored it for now. “I never wanted to belong to anyone because I had never had free will, but if belonging to you means that I get to keep feeling like I do now, then I don’t mind it, not a little, not at all.”

He brought up one of his hands to my cheek, and he touched the wound.

“How do I make you feel?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

“Like even if I fall, if I fail, you’ll be there helping me get up so I can try again. No judgment, no questions, not because you owe me one, or some sense of loyalty. You’ll be there just because…”

He smiled, pleased with himself.

“Because you’re mine, Petal.” He spoke against my lips. “That’s why.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave in to that kiss. Poison was sweet, and I hoped this one didn’t end up killing me.

“Come on, let’s get in that fucking tent.” He pulled back and helped me up.

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