Page 24 of Claimed In Darkness

He knew exactly what this poison would do.

I thrash, trying to kick him, but he’s already there, between my legs, pressing me down, keeping me trapped beneath him.

His lips curl in mock sympathy.

“You look uncomfortable,” he murmurs. “Shall I help?”

I swing at him.

He catches my wrist mid-air, slamming it back onto the sheets.

“Try that again,” he purrs, “and I’ll leave you like this for hours.”

Fucking bastard.

I arch against him, but it’s useless.

He’s stronger. He’s always stronger.

And I can’t stand that I feel weak in front of him.

“You did this on purpose,” I hiss.

Zephiran leans in, his breath brushing against my lips.

“Yes.”

His fingers drag slowly down my stomach, stopping just above where the heat coils, unbearable and all-consuming.

I growl.

“I will torture you if I get my hands on you,” I swear, voice hoarse.

His grin deepens.

He enjoys every second of this.

He loves seeing me like this, burning, trembling, completely at his fucking mercy.

I will flay him alive for this.

But my body betrays me.

I gasp, my limbs locking as another wave of fire tears through me, and fuck, fuck, fuck?—

I won’t beg.

I won’t?—

My voice breaks. “Give me the antidote.”

Zephiran tilts his head, watching me with mock curiosity.

“Say please.”

I freeze.

I meet his glowing crimson gaze, my whole body vibrating with rage, hate, humiliation.

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