Page 10 of Cruel Devotion

“Do you want to be?” His words made things clench.

“What do I mean if I’m not?” I whispered. His gaze lowered to my lips.

“Lunch.”

I balked.

“I can’t ignore it,” he huffed, his chest rising and falling against mine. Lowering us to the ground, he pushed me on my back, and him on his knees.

“Stop.” The word a prayer on my lips.

“Your hole leaks,” he murmured. Spreading my thighs, I was as powerless to stop him as I had been to stop his brother. Pulling on my hips, my chest rose, and his head dipped between my thighs. My body twitched as he dragged his warm tongue up my inner thigh.

Did he just lick up what I think he did?

As if he read my mind, his eyes peered down at me as he did it again. When he surfaced, he stuck his tongue out, Darius’ cum glistened.

My gods.

“I don’t know what made you do this, but you won’t do it again.” He brought me to him, my body lifting off the ground. So shocked by what he did, I didn’t realize what he meant until he ran his tongue over my cuts. My cheeks flamed.

This was wrong.

But, oh, how my dark romance heart swooned.

Gods

A low growl vibrated against my backside. The next thing I knew, he dropped me. My ass hit the ground and I cried out. When I glared up at him, his hard cock was above me. This was giving me whiplash. Not the man, but my feelings. One second I’m blushing and the next I’m trying to rationalize what’s happening.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Sh, Bunny. Not going to gobble you up. I’ll make it better. Where my brother was rough, I’ll kiss it, and where he was forceful, you’ll let me take you. It’ll be different with me. You didn’t have any control with him, but I’ll give you some,” he promised. His words were too sweet to be true.

“Lies,” I whispered. His claw traced over the bite mark on my breast.

“You have a few options with me.”

“That’s not control. You want me to trick myself into pretending I’m free.” He grabbed my leg and placed it where he wanted.

“Isn’t it better to go crazy, than to live among the sane?”

I sobbed at his words.

“Did you like the way he took you?” He pushed his hard cock down so it was between my thighs.

“Of course I didn’t.”

“Did it feel good? Did you orgasm?” I bit down, refusing to answer. He withdrew and bucked his hips. “Are you sure youdidn’t get a thrill out of fighting him? Did you really not like it? Or did you hate that you loved it?”

“No, I didn’t. I…” Trailing off when I felt him push against my pussy. My chest rose and fell rapidly.

“If that’s what you like, are you pretending now?” His eyes lowered to my pert breasts.

“I don’t want to do anything with you.” The words were foreign, his spell working. He chuckled.

“I’m not sure you know what you want. See, I scent your arousal. You can lie to yourself, but I know you want me. You want me to take you.”

“That’s not true.” I tasted the lie on my tongue, and my body hummed with the idea of being able to grasp some semblance of control. I stood at a crossroads, where I could either keep fighting this or drown myself in a fantasy that would help me cope.

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