Page 49 of Stormbinder King
“Go back to the house,” he repeated without looking at me, and I couldn’t swallow past the lump in my throat.
When I finally ascended the rope ladder and looked around my treehouse, long, wracking sobs burst out of me.
I had nothing. I was no one.
Try to run away? Symeon would only capture me and drag me back, then punish me for running.
And if somehow I did manage to hide my scent and escape? I couldn’t stay away. Somehow, Jack had ensorcelled me.
I would need his godsdamn cock in me every day of my life.
There was one thing I had left, and that was my tea-making.
I looked at the pretty little corner of the kitchen, the neatly pressed fragrant herbs and the pestle I had used to ground them into Jack’s tea. The cleanly washed teacups.
On a sob, I shoved the entire contents of the corner out of the window, where they crashed to the ground with a distant tinkle.
By the time Jack made it back to my bed it was early morning, the room still dark.
I lay under the covers, unable to sleep, my thighs slick and wet.
He smelled like strong, wolf-brewed mead.
“Ready for me, Andromeda?” he asked, and there was a low, triumphant rasp in his voice. “Or are you going to pretend you’re not waiting with your cunt dripping with need for me?”
He knew that even though he was drunk and had probably just fucked Aurelia and who knew how many other women, I could never turn him down. Need ran through my veins like dark black ichor, like a poison that seeped into every pore of my body.
My eyes were dry and raw from crying, but I flipped over on my belly, my hands clenched tight in the tangled sheets as I presented my cunt for him.
I would not beg
I would not beg
He crawled over me on the bed, placing a hand on my back, burning me as my protective tattoo recognized its master.
“Do you want me, Andromeda?”
I said nothing.
“I can go out there and fuck whoever I want,” he hissed, his cruel words sticking in my skin like barbs. “Youneedme.”
“All right,” I croaked.
“Beg for it,” Jack said, his hands resting on my hips as he positioned himself at my entrance.
I felt hot angry tears spring to my eyes.
I was a fool to think he had ever loved me.
“Please, Jack,” I choked out.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
“Fuck me with what?”
“Your cock,” I whimpered, despising myself.
