Page 80 of Cruel Crown

My dick agreed with that.

“Lie on the bed. I’m going to fuck you,” she said.

You know, for all I cared Damian could lay waste to everyone on that damn duel, I didn’t need to see that.

“Petal, your ribs—I don’t think that is wise.”

She huffed, and I think my heart fucking soared. She didn’t give a fuck about the pain she was in, and I was trying to tell myself I did.

“Fine, you fuck me.” She walked to the bed naked and lay back, spreading her legs. “I’m angry, I’m horny, so come on, I need you.”

I froze.

“What did you say?” I asked in a hoarse voice.

“Stop wasting time,” she said in an exasperated voice. “I’m angry and horny, I just need…” She stopped midsentence, her silver eyes going liquid. “I need you.”

I didn’t have to be told twice. I just pounced, aware that I still had to be careful because she was already in pain.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I groaned.

She took hold of me, and I cursed. “I want you to hurt me. I want for my chest to ache and for every labored pant to burn me because I’d much rather think of this moment than all the other painful ones before it.”

“Bloody hell,” I gasped as I sunk myself in her. “Say it again.”

I fucked her slow, pleading for her to tell me how much she needed me, and not letting her come until she fucking begged for it.

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“Why can’t you guys have something fucking normal?” I asked as we made our way to the catacombs. We were cold as fuck since we had just showered. Daphne held on to a torch and I to another one since the tunnel was pitch-black.

“Because normal is overrated.”

I snorted. Wasn’t that the truth?

Daphne stopped right in front of me, sighing before pushing a metal door open. “I hate this fucking place.”

Hell—this place reminded me of hell. The stone was black, and people stood in a circle, all with their torches. The area was illuminated with an orange-and-red glow. In the center was a platform that was dubbed the ring, so the bystanders had to look up and see everything that was being done.

There was enough light here, so I put my torch down, letting the flame die out. Then I wrapped my arms across Daphne’s chest, making sure she was cocooned into me, just in case.

She didn’t lean into me or make me feel like I was needy because that wasn’t the kind of woman she was, and it made me hold her closer. When she didn’t pull away was how I knew that she liked it.

Paco made his way into the pit, jumping in sweats and no shirt. I grimaced because down here, it was cold. I could see my breath when I huffed. He jumped side to side, and I could feel the violent energy in the room.

“It’s going to begin,” Daphne said as Damian stepped into the pit. He was wearing joggers, and he was also shirtless. On his back, he had theSin front of some coat of arms, all of it wrapped with a snake.

“It reminds me after this, I’m tattooing you,” Daphne said like it was nothing. When she noticed my stiffy poking her arse, she turned to me and rolled her eyes.

“You can tattoo?” I asked in awe despite the bloodshed that was coming. I knew I was fucked-up; this was nothing.

“It’s a stencil.” She waved it off and looked at the pit once more.

Roman and another guy walked to the center, pulling with them a drawer. He then bent to open it and looked at the room, then at Paco, and lastly Damian.

“Challenger, you get to pick what weapon will be used during this duel. Only the challengee has the right to spare a life.” Roman looked at Paco and nodded his head for him to begin.

“Spare a life?” I whispered in Daphne’s ear.

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