Page 44 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“It’s okay. I trust you. You’ll make it feel good. Us Knight kids are gluttons for suffering after all, aren’t we, baby?”

I wasn’t sure if Vincent conceded or if Dagon had just doubled down on his influence. Whatever it was, my prince no longer held back.

He stooped down and gripped me by the throat, his fingers making a tight collar around my neck.

He hoisted me into the air, high above his head. I struggled against him, my fingers pulling futilely at his vice-like grip.

My vision shrunk to pinpoints until all I saw was his red-hot glare.

He tore my dress from me with one easy tug of his free hand and let it flutter to the ground.

An excited murmur rushed through the audience.

As much as I enjoyed the pain from this asphyxiation, I needed air to freaking breathe.

So I kicked him in the dick.

He let out a guttural groan and dropped me... right into the marble bathtub filled with blood.

The lukewarm liquid rushed over my head, my body completely submerged for a moment. I snapped my eyes open to see the blur of a mammoth hand reaching for me through the sanguine murk.

This time, he grabbed me by the arm and threw me onto the bed like I weighed nothing, my frame bouncing on the mattress. I scrambled across the silk sheets to get away, not really wanting to escape him. The slight struggle was a dark fantasy I’d dreamed about almost every night since I’d come to the Knight Mansion.

Fingers curled around my ankle, dragging me across the bed. He flipped me so my back was against the mattress and lowered himself until my heaving breasts teased his nipples.

Vincent claimed my mouth in a smothering kiss that ignited a fire in my blood and robbed all the air I’d just taken in. He licked a debaucherous path from my lips, down my throat, between the valley of my breasts. He took a brief detour to my nipples, sucking in the rosy peeks between his fangs before giving them a savage bite. I yelped, my pleasure-laced cry echoing through the entire theater.

He licked the ruby red pearls from my tits, his tongue continuing its path over my navel and down to my already soaking folds.

I gaped at him, a brutally bloody vision between the cradle of my thighs. I knew he was lapping up the pain he inflicted, using it to find his way back to complete control by the way his eyes flickered, how his skilled hand inflicted as much pleasure as pain.

He crouched down between my legs, bringing his mouth dangerously close to my arousal-soaked opening.

My skin pricked as his hot breath smoothed over me, tickling the coils of my blonde pubic hair. When he licked his lips and bared his teeth, I seized up.

Was he going to bite me?

Tongue fuck me?

Savage me with his fingers?

Whatever he was going to do, I wanted it. The ache inside me had built to the point where I thought I might combust with carnal hunger.

My head sagged against the silk sheets, and I squeezed my eyes shut, surrendering to the beast between my thighs.

“Fuck me, Feral. And make it hurt.”

Chapter seventeen

The Feral Queen

Theairbetweenuswas charged with an electric concoction comprised of raw lust and wicked magic that twined around my throat, making my breathing erratic and heavy. My bare breasts heaved, their sheen of sweat and blood glistening in the harsh spotlights that shone above.

Here I was, spread out on stage with four hundred of my enemies watching me, my brother among them. But the monstrous need driving me to my ruin didn’t give a bloody fuck if the pope, the president, or if Satan himself sat in the audience.

My mind, my limbs, my heart was wrapped so tightly around Vincent Feral, I could barely think straight. The little ball of fire seated low in my belly burned so hot for the need of him, I couldn’t make myself care about anything else.

I glanced down the naked stretch of my stomach, my lungs slamming together as I took in the brutal male kneeling between my legs as if in unholy prayer.

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