Page 70 of Stormbinder King
“What the fuck is this?” he snarled, gripping my chin. “Looks like abite.”
Adrenaline flooded my veins. It was now or never.
“I fucked your brother,” I said.
Jack froze, his hands tightening on my jaw.
His eyes darkened, that cool ice-blue swirling with dark, angry colors.
“Symeon was able to fuck you?”
His cock was already heavy and thick, digging into my belly, but I met his eyes, that feral space between us pulsing with danger this time.
“Oh, he filled meallthe way up. Hard to get a cock that size in, but I managed.”
The growl that emanated from Jack’s throat sent goosebumps of fear all across my arms.
All five fingers of his strong right arm were pressed down on my binding tattoo, and he flipped me around so I was face-first in his belly and ripped the shoulder of my dress down so every other shifter could see it too.
“Thisis why you’ll never have her, you bastard.”
“What the fuck is that?” Symeon spat out, standing up so fast his chair fell to the ground with a clatter. “That’s not just aprotective spell.That’s a fucking cock enticement spell. You’ve ensorcelled her to fucking crave your cock!”
My heart was pounding.
Not fated, not protected, just compelled by sorcery to be addicted to him.
“You have bound her with dark magic!”
“I wanted him to,” I said, trying to shove Jack away from me.
My skin felt overheated, like I was about to burst out of my own body as I met his eyes again.
“I enticed the King into taking me, I drove him mad with my scent on purpose.”
Jack’s chest was heaving up and down and I could feel him vibrating with fury. The lazy, charismatic prince was long gone. In his place was a cruel hard man.
“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart,” he drawled. “But you will never be satisfied with his cock. You will always be begging for mine.”
“Accept it.”
He ground my cunt into his thigh and godsdamn it, I did feel that raw, brutal connection between us.
“Fuck you!” I snarled, so furious I took aim and spit directly in his face.
I thought he’d be angry, but even I didn’t expect the feral grin that spread across his face.
Then his arm shot out and he gripped me by the throat.
I opened my mouth to protest, and he jerked me closer and spat back, right in my mouth.
“Swallow it down,” he ordered.
I obeyed as those long strong fingers tightened on me with savage power.
I had underestimated Jack.
He was just as brutal as Symeon.
