Page 50 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

His hand gripped the back of my head, forcing my mouth wider as he branded my mouth. I couldn’t help responding, but I wanted him to know how much this had hurt me.

I kissed him just as cruelly, taking his bottom lip into my mouth and biting down hard.

I tugged it with my teeth and felt his hardened cock thrust against my stomach involuntarily.

“Fuck, Indy,” he panted, “Don’t you understand? I have never felt this way about another woman. Not your sister, not any female that I have shared any time with, and I won’t let you walk away.”

I screamed as he picked me up. My pent-up frustration coming out as I began pounding on his back. He carried me back into Hubert’s Tavern, passing Steele, who had a ghost of a smile on his face.

“I'll send up food in about an hour?” Steele suggested.

Scarecrow just grunted and continued up the stairs—completely ignoring me.

He went to the back of the hallway, turned a knob, and walked inside. I was vaguely aware of the room Steele had provided. I could see another massive stone fireplace with a fire already happily crackling.

The floors were wide plank wood and the walls had the same dark wainscoting as downstairs.

Scarecrow tossed me on the large four poster bed, not caring when I bounced onto my side. I quickly scrambled up to my knees.

“I am still pissed as hell at you,” I breathed through my clenched teeth.

He took a predatory step towards me, “I don’t care.”

I drew in an outraged breath, “You should damn well care!”

He continued to stalk me with his gaze, “You want to know why I don’t? It’s because I know that we are good together, and I am not just talking about the fucking—that’s phenomenal. You need me just as much as I need you.”

“I don’t need you!” this was one of my more outrageous lies.

He laughed, “Oh, you need me, Princess.”

“No, I don’t!” I tried to escape the bed, but he dove onto it, smashing me against the bedding.

His large body covered every inch of my body.

“We aren’t leaving here until you realize that you belong to me,” he growled his voice dropping several octaves.

“What about Dorothy and the Sapphire City?” I taunted, trying to ignore the way my body was responding to him.

“Fuck ‘em!” Scarecrow’s eyes flashed scarlet.

Shit.

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