Page 110 of Of Mercury and Mist

“Micha,” I gasped. “Why are you doing this to me?” My irrational longing for the man swinging the axe over my head left a deep, aching void in my chest.

My eyes watered again, the tears threatening to spill over. “Why does it have to be this way? I never stole from you.”

His voice hitched. “I know.”

My heart skipped several beats, and the oxygen was torn from my lungs as he slammed his mouth against mine, digging his fingers into my side. He ripped my leggings away with one hand, tearing the material away as he thrust his tongue in my mouth.

“I thought you were going to kill me. I thought you wanted to,” I gasped. He thrust two fingers into my pussy, curling them as they plunged in and out.

“I will always want to kill you,” he growled. “Every second of the rest of our lives. And I’ll bring you back every time so I can do it all over again.”

Fear trickled up my spine, along with a little thrill. I’d already died once, and he’d brought me back. That had to be where I was, moments ago. “You killed me?” I asked.

Micha bit my lip, and I heard him unbuckle his belt. He chuckled, “No.” He lapped at my mouth. “I killed Ethan after he strangled you and I brought you back here.”

I threaded my fingers through his silky hair. It really wasn’t fair how nice his hair was. I’d always wanted to touch it and see if it was as soft as it looked. “I’d say thank you, but he just beat you to the punch.”

“You stabbed me...through the heart,” Micha snarled at me, but his voice was tinged with humor.

“You lied to me,Isaac.”

“You fucked him,” he bit out. “You let someone else touch you.”

Micha shoved his cock inside me so hard I slid back on the bed. I cried out and he pulled back, before he began slamming into me over and over. “Only me,” he ground out while I hung onto him for dear life. “Only I am allowed to touch you.”

I clung to his shoulders as he thrust into me, each stroke sending waves of pleasure pulsating through my body.

From the first moment I’d seen him, when I’d begun working at Ipomoea, his exotic beauty had captured me. His eyes had been covered by the pair of sunglasses he’d worn but even with the black shields covering his face, I’d been struck speechless.

I’d known he saw me, too. Not just because it was obvious he was looking at me or because I’d drawn attention as the new person in the room. No, it was something else. A current of electricity, an exchange of energy. The pull between us threatened to suck me in and drag me under. I’d quickly left the room.

It hadn’t taken long before I found him constantly in my orbit.

My face was buried in his neck as he lifted me up and flipped us around. Slowly, I lowered myself back down on his cock. My eyes fluttered shut as I writhed in circles, his grip clamping my waist. He let go for a moment, moving my hand to place it right over the very spot I’d shoved a blade into his heart, and I felt his cock swell inside of me.

He bent his head forward right before his teeth sank into my neck. The hands gripping my hips held me down while he angled upward and the orgasm that tore through me ripped a scream from my lungs.

“Jesus Christ,” I whispered. Dazed, I let him place me down on the bed.

Micha clutched the sides of my face as he hovered over me and kissed me until I couldn’t breathe. “I’ll always be your savior,” he said.

He stiffened before he found his own release, his face contorting with pleasure as he filled me. I was entirely wrapped up in him, breathing him in, touching him anywhere I could reach.

My hand drifted down his back, feeling his muscles flex before he untangled our legs and got out of bed.

The man hadboughtme. He’d literally signed a blood contract stating I was his property, and I’d agreed to it. On one hand it was a relief that Isaac was actually Micha, but I was still angry he’d tricked me. Clearly, he wasn’t too happy with that either since he made the comment about Isaac.

“What happens to the contract?” I asked, sitting up in the bed.

“Why did you put yourself in that position?” He crossed the room, and I heard the water turn on in the bathroom.

I didn’t follow and waited for him to come back. “What else was I supposed to do?” A flash of guilt colored his eyes. “You didn’t really leave me with too many options, you and Josiah.”

“You could've gone to work in a shop or something, you didn’t have to go to Angels,” he shot back at me.

“Boring.”

He shook his head and laughed. “Matthew already knows Isaac doesn’t exist. He would’ve found out when the spell was broken. There are conditions, but the contract is not broken. I still own you.”

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