Page 16 of Iron Bride

“Love.”

I swallowed, hoping he didn’t ask why those words felt so… harmful. Like it was a wielded knife ready to plunge into me again.

“But I like that particular word for you,” he said against my skin, dipping down lower until his lips lingered at my navel. “It seems that the ice queen is more capable of that warm emotion than I originally thought.”

He kissed the skin under my belly button, his breath racing over my pale stomach. My thighs clenched in anticipation as my body ached for him to do his work. To make me feel that dreaded ecstasy again.

He kissed my inner thigh, the tender place so close to where I wanted his lips.

“Tell me darling,” he kissed the other side. “Who’s your lover?”

“Wha—Ah!”

He bit down hard on my thigh, the sensitive skin sucking through his teeth as he viciously bit down on the flesh. Not enough to tear, but more than enough to bruise. He sucked and marked the pale skin, as I struggled to get away, but he held me down, his arms encircling my legs to keep me pinned to him.

“Your lover,” he said again. “Who is he?”

“I don’t… have a…”

The slap on my ass cracked like thunder in my ears.

“Don’t lie to me,” his voice boomed. “Or I’ll take it as an insult.”

He bit down on the other side until I whimpered in agony. “Stop!”

“Why? Afraid he’ll see these marks and get jealous?” He growled as he crawled over my body, reaching down to cup my pussy in his rough hand. “Worried he’ll realize that you don’t belong to him? That this pussy belongs to me, and me alone?”

His fingers pushed my thighs further apart, as he licked his lips.

“I will happily slit his throat and fuck you in front of his dying eyes, if that’s what it takes to get my point across.” He bit his lower lip, before his wicked eyes glinted up at me. “No one touches a Green without consequences.”

Those words, which had seemed so protective before, were a very different threat now.

“I don’t have a lover.” I tried to enunciate, but lost my words in a groan, as he slipped one finger into my wetness.

“Don’t you?” He lifted a brow, as another went in.

Then his expression changed. It was one of confusion. Disbelief. And then, with a shake of his head, he threw his doubts aside.

“Send him this message for me, love.” His fingers slipped out, as I heard, more than saw, him unfasten his belt and unleash his thick, hard, angry cock.

I fought against the silk restraints at my wrists until they dug into my skin. I felt the cold trickle of sweat on my brow. My heart thumped loudly in my ears as earlier lust turned into fear.

But even that was exhilarating, as his finger moved gently in and out of my core.

“Cillian, please…” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I couldn’t tell him to stop.

I bucked my hips. But I didn’t know if I was pushing him away or inviting him in.

He made the choice for me before I could protest. His cock slid into my entrance and ripped me apart at the seams.

I screamed, my entire body shaking in both fear and desire.

Fear of the pain that I knew would come. Fear of the feelings he’d rip from my soul. But I longed for the release that was promised. A release I’d never felt before. A wave of pleasure unmatched by any I could have dreamed of.

He pushed in, and I wailed, tears streaming down my face as the pressure of his engorged tip opened me further, carving itself into my most sacred place.

This was how it felt to be invaded. To be conquered, body and soul.

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