Page 23 of Claimed In Darkness

That bastard.

“You—” I choke, clawing at his chest.

He smirks, completely unbothered by my thrashing.

“Yes?”

I want to rip his fucking throat out.

My body trembles, my pulse pounding too fast, and I know what this is. This isn’t just the poison.

This is him.

This is the way he gets under my skin.

The way he presses too close, speaks too low, touches just enough to drive me fucking insane.

While I despise him with every fiber of my being, he lives this.

He enjoys making my life miserable.

Zephiran lays me down, but he doesn’t pull away. His body hovers over mine, one arm braced beside my head, his other trailing down the length of my trembling thigh.

I try to push him off, but my limbs are weak, useless.

“What’s wrong, little fox?” he murmurs. “You’re shaking.”

I will destroy him.

I will tear him apart limb by fucking limb if I survive this.

I bare my teeth, my breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. “Give me the antidote.”

He smiles.

The jerk fucking smiles.

“In a while.”

A fresh wave of heat crashes over me, and I feel it—deep in my bones, in my fucking skin.

The poison is changing.

Twisting into something worse.

My thighs press tightly together, my stomach clenches, and—no.

No, he wouldn’t.

My wild, frantic gaze snaps to his.

“You—” I gasp. “You sick?—”

He presses a single finger against my lips, cutting me off.

“Careful, little fox.” His voice is soft, dangerous. “You wouldn’t want to say something you’ll regret.”

My whole body shudders violently, and he fucking chuckles.

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