Page 88 of House of Mages and Raven

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Barbie

We landed on the rooftop of a villa on top of a cliff, surrounding by a ridge of snowy mountains. I widened my eyes as I spotted a king-size canopy bed in the center of the marble roof, a natural pool at the edge, and a round table with a bottle of wine and two glasses on it under an ancient tree that bore white blossoms.

“What’s this place?” I asked, trying to show the chaos prince that I wasn’t slightly impressed. I had no intention of being kind to him.

“My dragon’s sanctuary,” he said. “No one can find us here. It’s time we sate our woman.”

So his betrothed wouldn’t find out that he cheated on her. I was still his dirty little secret. I hated this insane need for him with the passion of a thousand suns.

“I ain’t your woman,” I spat coldly while lust seared me. “Don’t you have two women already?”

“Jealous, are you?” he purred, yet his voice bore no smugness or humor as he carried me to the bed covered by dark, silky sheets.

He held me tightly against his chest, as if he’d missed me so much. The ache in me lessened. His familiar scent of winter pine and powerful male comforted me, and his minty breath cooled my flushed face.

I sniffed then inhaled, just as Sy had done. There was no other women’s scent in his person. There was only his scent that mingled with mine.

I’d assumed that he’d fucked them. I’d assumed that he’d indulged in threesomes every night after he’d dumped me.

Heneverfucked them, dumbass,Sy said.I told you.

“You should’ve come to me before you got into heat,” he said.

A jet of new rage shot into me. He’d caused this fever in me, and now he had nerve to lecture me?

Before I could snap at him, he dropped me on the bed then inserted his large hand between my thighs, making me gasp at the immediate pleasure brought by a mere touch.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet, little scorpion,” he said. “You must’ve missed me badly. Can’t wait for me to fuck you again?”

I glared at him, yet my body rode his hand on its own.

“So eager,” he purred. “Tell me you missed me. Tell me you thought of my cock day and night and remembered how good it felt to have it deep within you.”

“Fuck you,” I said.

He laughed. “I missed your smart mouth, and I missed your tight, golden cunt even more.”

“If you think your filthy mouth can seduce me, you’re going to be bitterly disappointed,” I hissed. “It doesn’t even turn me on. And your black, traitorous heart doesn’t endear you to me either. I didn’t miss you, not even for one fucking nanosecond.”

“You’ll be surprised at what this filthy mouth of mine can do for you,” he crooned, “and how this black, traitorous heart beats fiercely for you, and only you, every fucking nanosecond. Say the word, and I’ll show you.”

Before I could tell him no thanks, he dipped his head and slanted his mouth over mine. Before I knew it, despite my bitterness, I parted my lips for him. He deepened the kiss and thrust his tongue into my mouth, initiating a mating foreplay. I needed it, wanted it, but it didn’t mean that I’d go easy on him. I bit down on his tongue, tasting his rich, powerful blood.

He growled while sweeping the tip of his tongue over my hard palate, knowing I loved that sensation. At the same time, he drove two fingers through my slit. I let out a ragged breath at the familiar pleasure as his fingers thrust in and out of my pussy. He twisted them within me to increase the friction. I arched my back, a breathy moan escaping my throat as wild pleasure rippled through me.

“Let it go and don’t hold back, little scorpion,” he said. “I’m yours, and I’ll give you what you need.”

I didn’t believe that he was mine, but I’d take whatever he would give me.

His fingers thrust harder and faster, sweeping, turning, rubbing, and hitting my G-spot over and over, as if he were an expert at playing the fiddle. His fingers withdrew, only to drive in with more force and just the right pressure.

I panted in want and pleasure. My hands curled into fists before I unfurled the fingers, then curled them again as I struggled to get a grip of myself. I didn’t want to be completely at his mercy.

My bones no longer ached terribly, and the burn in them started to recede. It was a sweet relief, even though my core still throbbed. I rocked my hips, riding his hand aggressively, my eyelids fluttering at the sensation. He made me feel so good,yet hatred for him clogged my chest. I hated needing him. I even loathed this delicious feeling and pleasure, knowing that I’d soon lose myself in them and beg for more.

No matter how deeply rooted my resentment was, I didn’t have the will or strength to shove him away. I shuddered at the incredible pleasure his touch brought me, wave after wave, while my mind kept replaying every frame of his betrayal.

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