Page 35 of The Blood Moon Oath

“No.”

He narrows his eyes at me, like he doesn’t believe me. “Have you ever even touched yourself?”

I have, but I’m not proud of it. I mean, the last time I masturbated, I came in this bed while thinking of them. My captors and warlocks.

It’s the ultimate betrayal. How could I let myself do that? The fact that I didn’t have any control over my body should have taught me a lesson about the warlocks’ power.

But now, even with Torin standing over me, his heavy cock waiting to be released, I’m still drawn to him. His tattoos, his light insanity, his gruff voice. The way he stares at me like I’m the only woman in the world.

I want him.

God, I hate myself. “Just do it.”

“Do what?” He smirks at me, clearly enjoying watching me squirm.

I shake my head and he just laughs. His eyes roam my nakedness slowly. His gaze linger on my nipples, but his fingers continue to climb up my stomach to my neck and then to my hair. He grips my hair in one hand and uses his other to slide down my chest and stomach until he reaches the spot between my legs.

The touch is so sudden, I gasp.

There’s something about Torin that makes me want to be impulsive and reckless and...and...and free. And yet, there’s a wariness about him that makes me afraid, like he might snap and lose control at any moment.

When he presses a single finger against my clit, I melt into his touch. “Oh.”

“That’s it, kitten,” he murmurs, his finger rubbing back and forth over the hard nub of flesh. “Let me see how you like it.”

I can barely breathe. The pressure of his fingers on me is almost too much to bear. He’s pressing too hard, too light. It’s too much and too little at the same time and I’m suddenly desperate for something more. More friction, more pressure, more everything. “Please,” I whisper. “I need more.”

He laughs, his mouth falling open in a sexy smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you there.”

Torin climbs off the bed and pulls me by my ankles until I’m hanging half off the edge of the mattress. Then he pulls my legs apart and moves between them, his hands gripping my knees so I can’t close them. “Be a good little kitten, and hold them wide for me.”

I don’t understand. Is this where he starts to use magic on me? Or worse?

But then his head drops and I realize what’s about to happen. My cheeks burn with humiliation. “Torin,” I whisper, “I don’t think...”

“You’re worried about feeling good, kitten?”

I shake my head. “It’s not that. It’s just...”

He lifts his head. “What is it?”

“I don’t think you should...I don’t want you to...to put your mouth there.”

His gaze lingers on me for several moments. “And why not?”

“Because you might not like it.”

He lifts a single eyebrow. “You think I won’t like your pussy, kitten? You don’t have very high expectations, do you?”

He looks at me like I’ve done something wrong, and I guessI have. He just wants to pleasure me, and I’m pushing him away. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” His expression darkens and he pulls me further down the bed so that my ass is hanging off the edge. His fingers press into my knees and he pushes them open even wider.

I try to pull away, but he’s too strong and my muscles are already weak from fear. “It just can’t be right.”

“Why not?”

“I’m...I’m your prisoner. You’re supposed to hurt me and use magic on me.”

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