Page 110 of Untamed

His hands fist the layers of fabric of my wedding gown, dragging it up slowly—too slowly. I know exactly why he’s doing this.

I’d tie him to a chair, making him watch me ruin you—slow and raw, before I cut out his eyes and left him to bleed out, knowing the last thing he ever saw was me owning you.

Cool air kisses the back of my thighs as he lifts the dress higher. I press my palms flat against the glass to steady myself. It’s frigid, like a sheet of ice, the edges painted with ice crystals, when something colder and harder presses up against my thigh.

“Here’s your wedding gift, little queen. A weapon from your king.”

My heart swells. I can’t think of a better gift than him taking me without apology and handing me agency, all at once.

I might love this man. I think I do.

I can see us in the reflection of the cold glass—him, behind me, dark and possessive, his eyes burning with something untamed and wild. I barely recognize myself, my lips parted.

“You’re shaking, baby,” he whispers, his voice rough against my ear as he grips my thighs hard.

“Rodion…” My breath stutters. It sounds like a plea. I don’t know what I’m asking for.

His teeth graze my shoulder, scraping over my skin before he bites down hard enough to make me squirm.

God.

My forehead drops against the glass with a quiet thud as heat rushes between my legs.

“Don’t hide,” Rodion growls, his hand fluttering over my stomach as he yanks me back so our bodies collide. I love the feel of him at my back. His voice drops lower. “I want him to see exactly how good you look when you’re mine.”

I can still see myself making a video, holding my favorite dark romance book, waving it in front of the camera while I gushed.

And then he fucks her, right in the open, so the enemy can watch everything.

But right now… I open my mouth as a shudder rolls through me.

I don’t pull away.

I can’t.

Because some twisted, broken part of me…wants it too.

I’d bury his body and sleep like a fucking baby, Ember.

Rodion knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Rodion,” I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as his mouth drifts lower.

“Open your eyes, Ember.” His voice is rough, demanding.

I hesitate a second too long. His teeth sink into my shoulder to punish me. “Eyes on the glass, Ember.”

A desperate sound escapes me as I force myself to obey him. I want to push back, to challenge him, but I’m melting, and I want this escape so badly.

“Good girl,” he whispers, dragging his tongue along the mark he just made.

“You wanted this, didn’t you?”

I can’t answer.

Because… yes.

I did. I do. I want it still.

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