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Then, he pulls away, leaving me panting for more.

“Do you understand?”

Unable to stop myself even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I wiggle my hips, making anxious sounds.

He chuckles. “This is good, my little stygian. It means I know exactly how to control you.”

I don’t care what he’s saying. All I want is for him to touch me again.

“I need to know that you’re going to obey me, Sophie. I need to know you’re a good little magi.”

Obeying him means I might not be able to practice what I want.

Not obeying him will drive me mad and I’ll still not get to practice what I want.

This is no choice at all.

“Well,” he says, his hand roving down my thigh.

“I’ll do whatever you ask—anything you want. Just…please…”

“That’s exactly what I needed to hear,” he says, bringing both hands to my hips. “Now let me see how good you taste.”

Chapter 7

SOPHIE

The whole world spins as Lucius yanks my hips back, bringing his mouth to my sex.

“Great wards!” I cry out, gripping the chair as though my life depended on it.

My hand between my legs drops, and Lucius pauses.

“Please!” I plead, desperate for more.

“Open yourself for me,” Lucius demands.

Annoyed, I part my sex again and am immediately rewarded with his large, wet tongue lapping through my folds.

“You taste so lovely,” he says with reverence. “Like the sweetest poison.”

Sweet darkness envelops me, cradling me in its prickly embrace.

I’ve long known the path I would go down in this life would be lonely. That where I walked, others would shun.

But I couldn’t turn away from the shadows.

And now, my every breath will be withhim.

I’m owned now. Not in the way a magi typically keeps a warden, because the role between Lucius and me is far different. He’s here to tame my nature, and he’s doing so masterfully, for how am I to learn dark arts when all I can think about is his tongue lapping between my thighs?

“Be my good magi,” Lucius mutters against my sex, “and this is what you get.” He licks along my seam, all the way to my ass.

Tensing, I try to pull away, but his demanding hands anchor me in place. “No part of you will remain shadowed from me,” he growls.

He flicks his tongue along the rim of my ass, which makes my vision blur.

“After I give you release, I’m going to fill your little hole with my fat cock,” he says nonchalantly, as though he were talking about the weather.

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