The Maleficent Faerie (Beloved Villains, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

My mothers are a triad, bonded by an affection so potent they conceived me during one night of especially passionate lovemaking.

I crave a love like theirs. But for some reason they’ve discouraged me from forming any relationships. Every time I bring it up, Sayrin says, “Plenty of time for that later.” “Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em,” Genla advises. And Elsamel says, “Don’t give your heart away to some stranger. Get to know them inside and out first.”

The Daenallan ruler, the Maleficent One, also known as the Void King.

So easy. Poor little human—she’s not a challenge in the least— Her head knocks back and smashes me in the face with a crunch of skull on bone. “Fuck!” I spit, blood dribbling over my lips.

The pain in my dick is abating, slowly.

“Be still,” I command. “Fuck you.” Before I can think better of it, I smack her rump soundly. She inhales a startled breath and stops thrashing. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Treat me with respect, and I’ll give you the same courtesy.”

my knee pops up, aiming for his crotch, but he swerves his hips aside. “I’m rather fond of that part of my anatomy.”

“Helpless infant my rosy ass.” My eyebrows rise. “Rosy ass?”

He unbuttons the leather pants—or rather, he tries to, and then with a ferocious series of muttered fucks, he slashes off the buttons with his claws and forces the pants down.

And between his thighs hangs a thick, smooth column of flesh, tinged faintly pink. I’ve seen a number of decent dicks, but this one is impressive even in its flaccid state. I did not expect to be staring at the Void King’s penis today.

“You tried to kill me.” “No,” I snap. “If I’d tried, you’d be dead.”

He flings himself face-down on the bed, wings outspread. His ass does indeed have a faintly pinkish tint, like his dick. I have the strangest urge to smack those bare cheeks, like he spanked me earlier.

“Of course. I’m the one you’ve always dreamed of meeting.” Her lips curve in a sly smirk. “Fuck you.”

I don’t remember taking off my pants. Eonnula’s tits, what did I do last night?

Snatching a blanket off the bed, I hold it in front of myself. Then I say a quick prayer in my mind, asking Eonnula’s forgiveness for swearing by her tits.

Because that is what I do—I fail. I fuck things up with my impatience and my rash decisions. This realm would be better off without me. I make things worse for everyone. I am the curse.

I react with the instinct of a trapped animal—without thinking. I lunge forward and clamp my teeth on the flesh of the Void King’s throat. And then I rip free. Blood spurts from his neck. He yells, stumbling back, clamping his hand over the spouting artery. “You fucking animal!”

“I’ll gladly take your cock in my mouth,” I tell the knight sweetly. “And I’ll bite it off and swallow it too. I hear the Daenallan men like girls who swallow, yes? If you’re lucky, maybe a bigger one will grow in its place.”

“A greater purpose in pointless deaths?”

“Don’t tell me you’re shy with your body. You certainly aren’t shy with your words, or your teeth.”

How liberating it must be to fully express such dark emotion, without having to rein it in, qualify it, or conceal it. I almost envy them.

None of this is going to plan. Not the attempted capture of the Princess, nor the response of the Caennith Royals. And certainly not my increasing desire to lie down in front of my beautiful prisoner and let her put her foot on my throat.

“Here you can be afraid,” he says softly. “You can be angry, and wretched, and so discouraged you want to die. And still you are accepted, and still you are fed. And still you are loved.” I bite back a sob. I’m cracking open inside—I’m breaking—the pieces I’ve pushed together and held so firmly intact—they are unsealing, falling apart. “Sometimes I need to be reminded,” he murmurs. “Reminded of what?” I whisper. “That I am enough. Even when I’m not.”

“What about everything you said just now? That you’re enough?” “I can know that, and not always feel it.”

magnanimous

“You interrupted my fun,” I tell him. “You said I could do whatever I wanted.” “I didn’t expect you to get drunk and dance naked for my knights.”

grabs my throat, a frenzied grip. I tip my head back, dragging in air through my constricted windpipe. My cock swells harder, and my nipples tighten to sensitive beads. “Fuck,” I choke. And then, another word slips out—a confession I didn’t intend. “Harder.”

My enemy gets hard when I choke him, and choking him makes me wet. How perverse is that?

“Ask me nicely.” “Please, Princess.” His deep voice vibrates through his chest into my body. “Please sit on my face.”

I can’t breathe. But if I pass out while she’s coming on my face, I will count myself inexpressibly fortunate.

And then I realize what I’ve done. I just tongue-fucked the Princess I cursed twenty-four years ago.

“You said I could use you anytime. You liar. You dick-headed, shit-sucking, bull’s asshole.”

“Yes. You came on my face, and then again on my dick. You had all the control, Princess. You made the choices.”

He’s like wine and sex and music, threaded through the rush of the night wind, and I’m carried away with him. I never want to separate my lips from his.

With the terror of the nightmare gone, there’s a reckless violence in me, a monster that wants to bruise and bloody him while I fuck him.

“You ruined my life, you beautiful fucking bastard.”

“Destroy me then,” he says hoarsely. “Be my goddess of doom, of vengeance. Kill me, and set yourself free. They’ve tried to end me, you know. So many have tried, from my own kingdom and yours. I know what it is to be hunted. Every one who came against me failed. But I would let you suck me dry, little viper—I’d drink poison from your mouth, lick venom from your tongue.”

“I don’t believe you just because you’re pretty and you have a beautiful cock.”

“You think I have a beautiful cock?” “No,”

“Stop it, or I swear I’ll slap that grin off your fucking face.” “I think we’ve established that you hurting me isn’t much of a threat. I rather enjoy it.” He bites his lip suggestively. “Fuck you,” I breathe. “Oh, no, little viper,” he murmurs, the tips of his claws trailing through my hair. “This time, I’ll be the one fucking you.”

“I thought you liked the woman taking control,” I whisper.

“I do. Trust me, I want to be on my face before you, kissing your feet, sucking each tender toe—and I want to be bound, with my back bared to your whip. I want to be lying prone at your mercy, straining for a release you refuse to give. But I like other things too. Like punishing naughty princesses who dance naked for my men and chain me to bedposts without my permission.”

I am recklessly, helplessly attracted to her mind, body, and spirit. I’ve known her for two days, and already I crave infinite time with her.

Defender, captor, murderer. My lover and my enemy. My comfort and my doom. How can he be all those things at once?

“Push it away,” I whisper through tear-slicked lips. “You still have the Void in you. Use that. Protect your heart, and push back the light with the darkness. Don’t stop fighting. Don’t you ever fucking stop fighting, not ever. From now on, you are not allowed to give up on yourself. It’s not even an option, you hear me? You’re mine. You’re mine, and I want you here, you maleficent bastard—”

Last of all, I confront my feelings for him. Enemy. Captor. Caster of my curse. Truth-teller. King. Companion. He is all those things, and he is the man who let me use him as a pleasure toy. He’s the faerie who fucked me on the goddess’s altar. He’s the soul so wracked with insecurity about his own worth, so burdened with heavy responsibility, that he would consider ending his own life.

No, I’m not weak for caring about someone, nor pathetic for wanting support. I’m not a fool for taking what I need, and giving back in return.

“What do you think is between us?” I shift my arm so I can stroke my raven’s wing. “You know best, Sire.” “I don’t, though. I only know that I’m drawn to her, that I like her as much as I lust for her. That her absence would wound me and her death would destroy me.” Kyan clears his throat. “I believe that’s called love, my King.” “It’s terribly inconvenient.” “Love usually is.”

“Fuck me like it’s the end of the world,” I beg, my body jerking with the force of his onslaught. “Fuck me to death.” “I’m going to fuck us both into oblivion, little viper,” he promises.

I want her. All of her, forever.