Page 200 of The Lands Defying
“But I did, I suppose you don’t remember, but I do.” He smiles, all bloodied teeth on display and a tremble starts in my body. “It was a good time. I told them we should fuck you then, even Lord Higher nearly agreed. But your cousin, Patrick got greedy and wanted you first. Always the teacher’s pet.” He snipes as jealousy flares in his eyes.
I have never been more thankful for Patrick wanting me so badly, that he got them to wait before they raped me when I was of breeding age, but I can work with Frederick’s jealously. If Darius doesn’t snap his neck first.
I feel him behind me, a mass of fury at Frederick’s words, and nowI’mthe one who wraps a rope of magic around his arm to calm him. I can feel his anger like it’s my own, his angry breaths are all I hear from behind me.
“He did want me all to himself,” I say, the words tasting like ash as I speak them. “But Charles said to wait until I was eighteen.”
“Yes,” Frederick says. “And that’s because he didn’t want to waste a good, virgin, breedable pussy in the meantime. He knew what would happen.”
I move a strand of magic on Darius soothingly, letting him know I’m doing okay.
“What would happen?”
He tips his head back, his eyes rolling like he’s in pleasure. “We would rip your pussy apart, tear it in two.” He cackles. “Gods, we would have fucked it together at any time. That was what we all planned. Just the thought of breeding the daughter of an Heir…” he groans out the last word and shifts his hips.
Looking down, I can see he’s hard.
I feel sick.
“And those you stole; did you breed them too?” I have to ask. I have to know what fate they suffered while I hid myself.
“Oh yes,” he moans, his hips now thrusting, his eyes on mine, pupils blown. “Many times, fuck, so much virgin eighteen year old pussy.
I have my blade through his dick in the next second.
No one moves.
Darius doesn’t,
Frederick doesn’t.
But I twist, grip the handle tighter, and then I slice down.
Oh, that finally prompts Frederick’s agonizing screams to unleash. I smile, baring my teeth at him as he thrashes in my grip.
“You think it’s funny that you were raping women?” I tut. “Even the Gods below won’t want you when I’m done with you.”
I step back and watch as he continues to flail about in pain, his cries and screams fulfilling something inside of me.
“Good girl,” Darius purrs in my ear. “Now, more.”
This male.
He doesn’t shy away from what I just did, he encourages it.
He really is the Heir of Cazier, the darkness of the lands…but people seem to forget.
Zahariss was just as ruthless, and I’m hers, after all.
“The people you all stole, where are they?” Darius snarls, digging his blade into Frederick’s shoulder.
“Argh,” Frederick grunts. “They are in…are in the back rooms of Zaigar. The place you were in, in The Drylands.”
That was Zaigar? The place Darius’s father mentioned in his notes. It seems everything in there is true.
I think for a moment and remember where the guards came from in the back of that room. But Darius said it’s buried under rubble.
I cast Darius a worried glance. We need to go back there.
