Page 24 of The Fated and the Damned
“You’re right. Which is why I would’ve thought you’d jump at the opportunity to shed blood. I lied to you Kitarni. I drugged you, hurt you through my actions.”
A warning sound rumbled in her chest, and the sound was so sinful that excitement coursed through my veins. She pushed me away. “Stop. I know what you’re doing. I don’t need to hurt you to feel better about this, Dante.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it when we were training,” I purred, circling her. “I know you’ve thought about it. Driving a knife through my heart, carving out pain as I did to yours. Don’t you deserve some relief?”
Her hands clenched into fists, blood-red misting up her arms as her shawl dropped, forgotten. “Hurting you will solve nothing. It won’t ease the pain.”
“No,” I agreed, breathing in her ear. “But it will give you the release you’ve been so aching for. Let it go, Freckles. Let it out.”
Her teeth gritted together as I came to a stop before her. “You think you’re doing this for me, but I know you, Dante. This is as much for me as it is for yourself. You want to hurt for what you’ve done. To feel the pain bestowed on so many before you.”
I stiffened at the truth in her words, glaring down at her as she stepped so close her chest brushed against my own. “Is that so? And just what are you going to do about that?”
She stared at my lips, her hands moving up my chest slowly, stirring something deep inside me. Our breaths mingled, sharp and slick with keen awareness of each other’s bodies. “I will be your judge. And I am going to punish you.”
She shoved me so hard I slammed into the wall with a grunt, my spine tingling and something besides me toppling over. Her hand slipped into my hair, her nails scraping along the roots until she pulled it back roughly, baring my throat. A groan escaped me, my cock hardening, aching for her touch.
Her smile was feral as she looked up at me, her kisses gentle until she bit down on my neck, licking over the hurt as she pulled my head back even further. She was a goddess, her curls framing her face, her eyes still swirling with anger and a touch of lust.
Those full lips captured my own in a brutal kiss, rough and painful and everything I’d dreamed about for the last few months. Her tongue melted against my own and I gave myself to it fully, closing my eyes as her hands slipped under my shirt, exploring, sliding over every ridge.
I hissed as a sharp pain flared on my back, immediately cooled by a golden, healing glow. My eyes snapped open, finding the room filled with smoky tendrils of black, my magic responding to the pain. Only, it didn’t seem angry, merely curious. She’d burned me—burned my shirt to cinders—and somehow, I had no marks on me to prove it. The stark contrast between hot and cold had my dick throbbing, and she hadn’t even touched it yet. Fuck, this witch would be the end of me. Her magic flared against me again and again, and I sucked in a sharp breath as her nails clawed down my back. I braced myself as her hands trailed down my stomach, but instead of inflicting pain she shucked off my boots, then unbuttoned my pants and roughly removed them.
I sprang free and she licked her lips hungrily, smiling slyly, rising and grinding against me, daring me to explode all over her. “Fuck, Kitarni, keep doing that and I’ll come before I’m even inside you.”
“Maybe it’s my way of punishing you,” she purred. “Or maybe I want to be punished too.”
Gods have mercy. I grabbed her nightdress, ripping it in two, exposing the generous swell of her breasts and claiming one nipple in my mouth, nipping it and sucking before taking the other.
She moaned, and I smiled wickedly. “You’re so wet, beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. “I can feel how much you want this. Do you want my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she replied breathily, arching her back as I slipped my finger inside her, circling with my thumb. I pulled my finger out, sliding her taste across her lips and inside her mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard you’ll be seeing stars. And then I’m going to claim every inch between those beautiful thighs.”
Another moan answered me. “Do it,” she said at last, fucking my hand and making those sweet, sinful noises that made me want to explode. “Do it, Dante. I want it. I want all of it.”
“As my queen commands.”
ELEVEN
Kitarni
“Ineedyouonyour knees,” Dante said huskily, his tone sending shivers down my spine.
I dropped instantly, barely noticing the scratchy fabric of the rug as my eyes came level with the sheer length of his cock.
It might have frightened me once, the thought of taking him like this, both of us simmering with old hurts and anger. But now, I’d never wanted it more. Every brutal, punishing moment made pleasurable through the pain. Because he might have begged to be punished, but he was right. I needed release and, right now, I ached to have him inside me, hard and without restraint.
I took him in my mouth, tentatively at first, sucking and sweeping my tongue over the sensitive tip, then harder, deeper, until he was hitting the back of my throat. He groaned, tilting his head back, and I felt myself become impossibly wet at seeing his pleasure, at every thrust as he grabbed the back of my head and pushed in even further. I thought I’d break, but I managed to relax my throat, hungry to take what I wanted.
My back arched and I grabbed his ass, raking my nails down him so hard I drew blood. He grunted, thrusting harder in punishment, manipulating my head so he was so deep I was nearly choking. I wanted more, the kind of filthy, unrestrained sex that would send Christian women to hell under the eyes of their god. But I was far from holy and I would burn in brutal rapture for this moment.
“Fuck, Kitarni. I love the way you look with your lips wrapped around me.” Dante’s thrusts came faster as he neared climax, groaning, his hand fisting my hair so hard it hurt. Tears blurred my eyes from the pressure, but I refused to stop, waiting for the moment he shuddered, spilling into my mouth. I licked up every drop as he watched me with shuttered eyes, but we weren’t done. Not by a long shot.
He lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all, planting me on the edge of the desk, swiping the contents off so they went crashing around the room. “Spread your legs, Freckles,” he commanded, pinching my nipples, then licking over each.
I did as he asked, feeling utterly exposed as he grabbed each leg and tossed them over his shoulders, proceeding to do something I’d never dreamed of. His tongue slid up my centre, and I yelped, grabbing onto the edge of the desk to steady myself, melting into him.
