Page 181 of A Bond in Blood

“Brenna,” he warned.

I struggled in his grip, twisting until he released me.

“Both of you need to stop putting your fucking hands on me!” I screamed.

My feet lifted me, and I began to pace, my heart racing in my chest. I scanned the library and my empty table. My tears fell heavier.

It had all been for nothing.

All of it.

“I hate him,” I cried.

“No, you don’t,” Olen grunted, standing from his seat.

I snapped up, glaring, gritting my teeth. “Yes I do.”

Olen grinned. “You didn’t hate him when you laid on his chest, completely unaware I was in the room. Or when youbeggedfor his punishment.”

“Stop.”

“You didn’t hate him when he was the only one you would whisper what you wanted to. When you openly called yourself hiswhore. Or when you straddled him before everyone, sitting upon his lap, claiming your seat on his throne.”

“Olen, stop it.” I pushed my body away, trying to gain distance between us.

“You haven’t hated him each time you have allowed him inside of you. Each time you have followed him throughout this palace, listening to his words while he told you of his intricate home.”

“Olen, stop it!” I shouted.

Olen pressed his body into mine. “No, Brenna. You do not hatehim.You hate what he does. You hate what makes him cause the torment he so easily comes up with.”

My eyes went wide when Olen claimed my lips, kissing me as he ground his hips into mine. His hands went to my hair, gripping and tugging.

He pulled away grinning like a madman.

“Tell me, princess. How were those kisses compared tohis?”

I stared at him in shock, hating his observation. I shoved him further away and made my way to the couch once more, sinking into the plush cushions.

“Why does he do these things?”

Olen was silent.

I turned my head up, finding his eyes staring out at the water beyond the city. He approached, dropping to his knees while his hands gripped my shoulders.

“Brenna.” His voice dropped.

My breaths grew heavy while I waited for his next words, but he was cut off when the library door slammed open.

Ulrich stared at us both, a smile across his face.

“Wasted no time,” he laughed.

“Get away!” I shouted, shoving Olen away while I tried to make it to the hidden door in the back of the library.

Ulrich’s arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest.

“I grew jealous, Brenna. Wondering how deeply Olen was buried in you.”

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