Page 70 of Of Curses and Moonlight

“Odious?” He grabbed her chains and shoved them against her, rubbing them up and down her body, rubbing them against her breasts, then drawing them over her abdomen, leaving rust stains along her dress. “Is that what I am?” he murmured.

“Yes,” she said breathlessly. Shit. He was touching her only with her damn chains and she was loving it.

“Do you wish for me to stop? I don’t want to be accused of taking advantage.” His voice was a low growl.

A visceral sound issued out of her. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.

He dragged the chains downward and cupped his hand between her legs, shoving the metal links upwards, and then rocking them back and forth. Shit. Shit. Her head tipped, and she fell against the wall. He kept rubbing, harder, harder and oh, hell, the burning. She sucked in air, moans spilled out of her. Dammit. He was dominating her.

He released her and stepped back, and she could no longer stand. She sank to the ground, the chain’s links yanked her hands upward. Rothbart stood over her, triumphant.

Then he knelt in front of her. He flipped her skirts up and reached for her undergarments, slipping her panty line over her ass, undressing her. He gazed at her, a hungry, lustful expression on his face.

“Your vow,” she gasped between her deep intake of breaths. “It was real?”

He froze, looking into her eyes. “In order for the curse to be broken, the vow has to be perfectly genuine. You doubt it?”

“I need to be sure.” She wanted to believe it. But what if he was trying to get even with her for fooling him with Torsten?

A gentleness flashed through his gaze. “What do you think?”

“I never slept with Torsten.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Whether you did or didn’t, I still love you.”

She blinked back a burning in her eyes. Her mother had never said that she loved her, not once. Not even Bash had said those words to her before. Yet this man who was supposed to hate her had made a vow of undying love, and admitted to it as easily as breathing.

“Now.” He looked her over, his eyes taking in her hands above her head, her legs split open before him. “What is to be done with you?”

She wanted him. The evil glint in his eyes had her body longing for him to do whatever he was thinking.

“Aren’t you going to unchain me?”

“Ah, no, my love. That must be earned.” He gave her a wicked grin, and she saw a silver glint between his teeth. Was that… the key?

Then he pressed his face between her legs and started to feast on her. Odette gripped her chains. “Shit, Rothbart,” she gasped, her hips shifting to better accommodate him. His tongue entered her, moving inside her, along her folds. A cool metal hardness grated against her sides and up her seam, moving in and out with his tongue, thrusting against her. Holy shit. He was shoving the goddamned key into her, across her, up to that bundle of nerves. And it felt so damngood.

The burning became too much until she could no longer breathe, and a cry ripped out of her as she reached her peak.

“Careful, Odette. You don’t want the guard to come check on us in such a compromising position.” His face was still shoved between her legs and his deep voice rolled up through her. He jerked back and wiped his face.

And then kissed her, shoving his tongue inside her mouth. She found herself returning the kiss, taking in the bitterness, the taste of her still coating his tongue. She felt the hardness of the key along his cheek and she tried to move her tongue to get it. Rothbart’s shoulders shook, and he released a low laugh. Rage shot through her. He pulled back. Laughing. Damn him. He was toying with her and enjoying it.

Well, she’d bring him to heel.

She stood, brushing down her skirts. “Thank you, Rothbart. That was very enjoyable. For me.” She cast a glance at his arousal plain through his trousers.

He stopped laughing, uncertainty crossing his face. He stood, though his breaths raged. “If that is what you want.”

Odette reached out and grabbed the edge of his pants, undid his belt. His eyes on fire, he finished what she started by yanking off his clothes and letting them fall to the dingy floor. Odette dropped to her knees. Her hands were again above her head, and she looked up at him through her lashes. “Come closer, Rothbart.”

His eyes blackened, and he stepped closer, his face full of an animalistic hunger. “You don’t have to—shit!” he gasped as she took him full in her mouth, her tongue moving along his length, tasting him, sucking. Rothbart staggered. “Goddamn it, Odette!” His fingers twined into her hair. She pulled on her chains to leverage herself further and when he let out a guttural groan, and she knew he was close, she released him and leapt up, kissing him hard.

He kissed her back, his grip tightening on her hair. She shoved her tongue in his mouth and this time when she pulled back, she held the key to her chains between her lips. She gazed at him in victory.

He swore and tore the key from between her lips and jammed it into her chains, his movements frantic, his hands shaking. He jerked off her shackles. She laid out onto the floor, and he dropped over her, brushing aside her skirts.

Rothbart had lost all sense of reason as he shoved into her again and again, hard, the cold floor pressing into her backside. Odette rolled with him, his harshness making her wild as she met him thrust for thrust. She suddenly pushed him up, coming up with him until he fell back on his ass, and she gripped his shoulders and bounced, thrusting him inside her over and over. She leaned in, their bodies slick with sweat, and she closed her mouth over his raging skin, biting into him. He roared, and she gasped as he poured inside of her. Damn, it was pure ecstasy. She cried out as the raging between her legs released and she tumbled off the edge yet again.

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