Page 53 of Nidev and Lyric

Oh, that got him.

And the lethal look on his face got her.

But it also felt good not to be the only one in the room bothered or threatened.

She stiffened her spine and faced him. “So, tell me why you chose that test, I should at least know so I can understand.”

“I’ll tell you,” he said, his sudden cooperation turning her anger into suspicion.

“At what cost to me?” she asked, her tongue brakeless, her mind unhinged. When he stared at her like a puzzle he’d been dying to get his hands on, she went on digging her grave. “Maybe I’ll ask Skul to show me.”

He moved so quickly, her flight reflexes didn’t have time to kick in. One arm covered her chest, the other pinned her hand behind her, the pain just enough to scare her.

“My angel is beingwicked?”

The question was a full-blown accusation shoved into a boiling lust that melted everything—anger, fear, questions. There was only him, the feel of his strong arm pressed into her breasts, forcing her tightly against his chest.

The pinch of pain in her shoulder connected directly to her clit and had her gasping for all the wrong reasons.

“You have one choice here, Doo-nie,” he whispered thickly at her ear. “Strip out of your clothes and allow me to conduct my lesson. There is no walking out of here. There is no stopping this. There is no end. I made that clear to you.”

He captured her ear lobe with his lips and sucked, his breath a burning promise, making her dizzy. “What… if I don’t agree?”

“But you do,” he said or reminded, his mouth a spreading fire along her face. “And if Ieversee you near Skul or any other King… I’ll fuck you so hard and ruin you so deep that even your shadow will bear the mark of my obsession.”

Her pulse slammed against her ribs as he spun her around.

“Tonight, you’ll learn what it means to be mine.” He guided her to the small table in the kitchen and kicked open the chair. “Undress orI’lldo it for you.”

His threat restored her common sense and she quickly did exactly as told. He then sat her roughly on the chair and gave her a bruising kiss before pulling back. “Move from that spot and this lesson will get even messier.”

The brutal tone was enough to hold an army down. A black blindfold whipped out from his pocket, and she gasped as he covered her eyes with it. “You will not see and understand, you will feel and understand. Hold the chair,” he ordered.

Her breaths shook as she obeyed, right as a soft band of something covered her chest and stomach then tightened until her back was forced against the back of the chair.

His hands gripped her face, and he kissed her, his mouth pressing on hers for many seconds, pulling up enough to taste her at every angle, his breaths hot and shaking like hers.

His fingers vanished then locked on her legs, sharply spreading them.

Whimpers edged her breaths as his finger stroked her open folds, his mouth covering hers again with a wicked growl that shook her. “You’re fucking dripping for this.” The accusation was so full of vehemence and victory, it put a thundering pulse right in her clit.

He tied her legs open next. “You’remine,” he murmured, his breath a hot drag over her ear. “I’m in your head. I’m in your body. And tonight, I’ll be in your skin.”

“What… are you doing?” she whispered.

“Today you wore a bracelet. Now, you’ll wear something that can’t be removed and will never fade.”

What did that mean? “Are you… cutting me?”

His hands were on her face, gentle. Then his lips, soft as silk on hers. “Cut you, Doo-nie,” he breathed, licking her lips. “Your skin is too perfect and precious for something so crude.”

“What is that?” she whispered, smelling rubbing alcohol.

“To prepare the site.”

She gasped at the cold sensation he rubbed over a small spot on the left side of her chest. “What are you doing?”

“Getting in your skin. Adorning you.”

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