Page 142 of A Bond in Blood

I threw my head back, instantly aroused by the words.

“Scream for me,” he whispered, and I snapped my eyes up. “Let the world know of your control.”

His shadows flipped me to my stomach, lifting my hips into the air. His hand ran down my spine, pausing briefly. His thumb pressed against one of my scars, brushing it with such softness I could not breathe or demand him to remove the hands that had created the mark.

He pulled away and both hands landed on my hips. His finger gently brushed where my ink sat outside of his sight.

“Yes or no,” he repeated.

I pulled against the shadows, knowing I had started this all. I had allowed this.

But I had control.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair, and I screamed out while he plunged into me, the sensation sending my body into a fit of shock.

He moved, keeping hold of me, pulling in and out while his shadows held my limbs down.

I was completely and totally at his mercy.

Gods, did I love it.

Our breaths filled the room, while the moon began to bathe us in its red light. Drowning us in its sensual approval.

My body moved against his while the sting of his grasp on my hair continued to force whimpers from my lips.

“Yes,” he grunted, pulling away and then slamming back into me. “Gods, fucking yes.”

He released my hair, and the cold of his shadows let go of my wrists. I pulled myself up, lifting my body slightly. Creating an angle that had my legs shaking.

His hand went to my neck, and he pulled me closer while his hips went faster.

My eyes blurred with ecstasy. “I—” The words became stuck and my eyes widened. I wasn’t sure I could utter them. It was wrong when I was filled with so much pleasure.

“Tell me,” he whispered, tightening his grip on my neck while his other hand reached around me, circling my clit.

My body shook with anticipation, and I reached back with a hand, clawing the skin on his thigh.

“I hate you,” I whispered.

He groaned louder, pumping faster and harder. “So fucking addictive.”

My orgasm was mind-altering, consuming everything that I was. Turning me into a monster that relished in the hate and conquest of controlling the most despicable creature our world knew.

Making him my own personal beast of lust and rage.

I was becoming just like him.

Chapter 29

There was a new kind of respect following me now. The eyes of Ulrich’s court no longer looked at me with disdain. No longer pointed with sneering comments or mocked my presence.

No, the Unseelie fae were just as superstitious as their hated brethren on the Northern Island. Bowing to Ulrich’s mysterious princess when I walked beside him or joined Olen’s deal claiming.

Every one of them silently acknowledging the princess now regularly warming their king’s bed.

I would be deceiving if I did not admit it thrilled me.

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