Bitten and Bound: The Complete Trilogy

by Amy Pennza

“If you flash your legs in front of his knights again, your brother is going to have apoplexy.”

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I shook off his grip at last. “What will happen to me when I come home defiled?” The anger bled from his eyes, replaced with something that might have been regret. “You’ll marry whomever you choose,” he said hoarsely. “I meant what I said. You’ll pick your own husband.” “As if I could ever trust your word again.” My hand itched to slap him, but a lifetime of deference held me in check. “I’ll never forgive you for this.” “Given—” “Never.”

Yikes Betrayal is a gut punch But your family…? Woof

We stared at each other, the gulf between us as wide as the Rift. And just as permanent.

She was lovely, the long column of her throat like poetry.

“It’s a reminder,” I said. “Some people are in pain all the time, even if we can’t see it. It influences their actions. I never want to forget that.”

lassitude

My boldness was another mystery on top of a growing mountain of them.

My steward’s anxious voice snapped at my heels. “I told him he should clear this with you, Your Grace, but you know how the general is.” Why yes, I did know.

weals.

But now that she was here, death was no longer an option. I had to stay alive so I could get her out—and then maybe put her over my knee and spank her ass until she swore never to make me this terrified again.

The demon king was a liar, but even the worst liars told the truth sometimes.

“Some people say too much power is dangerous.” “Those people are stupid.”

“As I said, I’m not afraid to correct my mistakes. I like to think it’s one of my very best traits.” Against my will, a smile pulled at my lips. “So modest.” “That’s not one of them.”

All I could do in the moment was keep them safe. And I could fuck them. Safety. Sex. I could give them those things. The deep thinkers of the world claimed there was more to life, but I wasn’t so sure.

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Varick stole my heart a little more by cleaning Laurent up and tucking him into bed. Then he ruined it by insisting on accompanying me to the privy—and

I shouldn’t have been surprised at how much it affected me. But now I knew that his heart was as big as his body. Every time he showed it to me, I fell in love with him a little more.

No matter how deeply I buried my desires, he effortlessly dug them up, showed them to me, and made me beg for more revelations.

And if it displeased her, well, I could work with that. I’d enjoy it. And once she realized she’d enjoy it too, maybe she’d forget to be angry with me.

“Are they too tight?” I’d asked, craning my head over my shoulder as I struggled to see. He’d cursed again and promptly thrown a cloak around my shoulders. “It’s more a matter of them making mine too tight.”

“That devious little shit,” Laurent murmured. I put a hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter. “He’s exactly like you.” “He’s rotten.” “That’s what I just said.”