Page 28 of Mortal Desires

“Are you saying my sisters are more powerful than I, dear husband?” I spat the term of endearment.

“It’s just an observation.”

“You’re correct. They can do much more than I can. But dear, husband,” I smiled at him, batting my eyelashes, “they have never angered a god like I did.”

His gaze cut to mine at a calculated speed. Vicious held his goblet in the air like he was ready to drop it and suddenly a server was there taking it out of his hand.

Of all the things I thought he was going to say, I never imagined what came out of his mouth next.

“Watch them, little witch.”

My head turned to the royal court before the words were even properly out of his mouth. I trembled, feeling the rigidness of my neck. My eyes danced over them all, waiting for my next instruction.

“Everyone is free after death. Free to be whoever they want to be. Look at them in the back.”

I didn’t need to ask who he was referring to before my neck moved to the exact group Vicious wanted me to watch.

It was a maid, thrown over the table, her legs opened wide as a man ate her out. Her passionate screams were only muffled by another man’s cock thrusting in and out of her throat.

They twisted her nipples in sync, working to take every bit of pleasure from her body. She looked satisfied, an ecstasy so fulfilling I felt it in my core, wetness dripping from me while I watched.

I’d have turned my face and pretended I hadn’t watched anything, to begin with, but Vicious’ magic kept me in place. My mouth dried, my eyes watered, and my cheeks flushed. They turned the maid on all fours, the man previously ate her out now fucked her with all he had, as the other guy stroked his cock slowly, aiming at her face.

“I know you’re not a virgin, little witch, so tell me why are you so bothered watching?”

I clamped my mouth shut. It did no good.

“Tell me now.”

“Because I like to watch. I like to know they’re giving it to her before she even has to ask.”

Vicious hummed, my nipples tightened with the sound, and I cursed myself.

“Were you ever fucked with an audience?”

I tried to bite my tongue, and fight the spell as much as I could but when my voice failed, my head shook, telling him the answer.

“That’s going to change,” he told me matter-of-factly. I watched as the men switched sides, giving the other guy a chance to fuck the maid as the other one filled her mouth with his cock.

“In seven days, I’ll take you in front of the court.”

My body responded to the news in a million different ways. My breathing shallowed, my anxiety skyrocketed and heat curled inside. The conflicting thoughts invaded me, merging to form a feeling I couldn’t describe.

“Vicious…” I rasped, not sure what else I could say but I knew he could hear the pleading in my voice.

“Eyes on me.”

My head whipped to him quickly—his eyes intensely watching me.

The low yellow light bathed his features in shadows making him even more devil-like. His horns were so tall they cast shadows over my face. I moved my eyes, tired of his games, just to meet the loincloth covering his erection.

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, and I stared back at him with all the courage I could muster. If I couldn’t hide a thing from Vicious, not for seven days at least, so be it. I’d own whatever my feelings were.

“You’re dripping wet, little witch.” He chuckled. “You can’t even pretend.”

Everything was a joke to him. Vicious’ intense stare took me in as he brought his thumb to my lips.

“Suck it.”

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