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Religion, a fucking circle jerk of oppression.
“Those are from the, umm—Agía Sahnta.” "What is that?" "It roughly means—religious texts."
"Take it." Arioch unfastened one of his knives and brought the hilt up in front of her. "Go on, helfyre."
“I’m going fuck you like this until none of your movements don’t remind you of me.”
i think i had a stroke reading this
The vise inside of her tightened, and it left her wondering how good things could hurt a heart just as much as bad things. Different pains, but debilitating nonetheless.
“You’ll eat”—the back of her neck felt hot, and her stomach tightened—“You’ll drink water, you’ll be kind to yourself.”
His chest vibrated with an animalistic sound, something that was so much more like his shadows than him.
She was the reason he’d screamed after months of choking them down—when she pulled his magyck from his bones and ate at it like it was fucking candy.
who took kazim's shadows
Her lips parted, and her thoughts dripped down until they burned in the embers that lined her abdomen.
“Am I speaking?” he asked, and her blurry eyes snapped back to his. “In that scenario you’re building in your mind.” Her jaw tensed. “No, you’re fucking.”
“That I know your fucking thoughts. So save yourself the trouble of lying about them.”
hmmmm
The moonlight was streaming in through the stained windows of the building, making ‘Amm’s likeness look ethereal in the different panes.
Her long, white hair was curling around her features, her hands clasped in front of her, delicately holding onto a light blue orb, like a small moon that was shining out around her.
“I liked seeing her pleasure. You know? I liked the idea that what I did”—her lips glistened—“mattered. That I made someone else feel.”
“You like them desperate for you?” She was all but panting now. His lips twitched into a smile. He liked her desperate for him.
“No one,” he growled, her blood on his lips, his eyes all black, “will hurt you except for me.” It felt layered and veiled. Degrading but not. Possessive. A promise and a threat to the thought of anyone else touching her. “Trust me,” he said hoarsely.
“You want my shadows and your cunt drips for my blades. Who the fuck were you ever pretending for—who were you trying to convince you were anything else but this? Dark and twisted and so fucking perfect.”
The Avarice was watching Aheia, his lips curled into a soft smile when she wasn’t paying attention to him, swallowing the expression the moment she did.
Now she realized that the constant anxiety, the constant panic, was not how everyone felt all the time. That was learned behavior.
“The young version of you—you know her because she knows you. Who you are now”—she felt the warmth seep in where he held her—“is who she would have needed then. It’s who she would have felt safe around when she wasn’t safe with anyone else.”
“Make me,” she gasped out on instinct. The sentence left her mouth before her mind could decide it was a bad idea. It caught up quick though when he looked down at her from below dark lashes.
“If you don’t wrap that pussy around my cock in the next second, I’ll make you lay that pretty ass across my lap so that I can fix your fucking attitude.”
“Tell me again how you’re not my toy,” he growled, swatting her cheek, just enough to make the edge of her jaw prickle with warm little needles. Oh.
“Keep your eyes on me while I fuck you.” She rolled her lip between her teeth. “You can use me to escape, but you don’t get to escape me.”
“Good fucking girl,” he rasped as he cradled her forehead against his chest. “Fuck, I needed that.”
“There is nothing free in this world, nothing born of kindness, nothing offered without expectation.”
Maybe there was power in taking back a command she so completely detested.
What will you give me, if I forgive you?” His shadows purred. “A life you’re not afraid of.” “That’s a heavy promise.” He leaned in, softening his touch as he tipped her chin with his knuckles.“Good thing I’m very strong.”
