“How does it feel, little viper?” he murmurs. “To be fucked and filled by your enemy? To know that you smell of sex, that you carry my scent on you, inside you? And yet I’m the one you fought against all those years, the one who haunted your nightmares. Don’t you want to punish me for the curse, for troubling your dreams—for all of it?” He reaches beneath me, rubs a fingertip over my clit.
