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“Why don’t you come outside and lie to me again, love?”
“I’m surprised you can fit on that porch with the size of your ego,”
Her second strike went to my balls while I was still reeling from the fact that the vicious thing had attacked me.
“You wanted me to come outside. What now, Headmaster? Do you need an invitation?”
“You underestimated her again,”
“Gladly, Witchling. Though I must admit, I thought I’d need to buy you dinner first.”
“You’re quite the little demon, aren’t you?” “Do not insult me by comparing me to your kind, bloodsucker,”
“That was rude,”
“Worth it,”
“One day, you will owe me a favor for this. You will give me anything I ask of you,” he said softly.
“If it is order that you value, then I will bring you nothing but chaos.”
“They’re also much less likely to slit your throat while you sleep.”
I decided it wasn’t a matter of threat or sin. It was both.
“I very much look forward to reminding you how much I hate you when I bury my cock between your thighs.”
“I learned long ago that sometimes silence is louder than words. I see that is a lesson you’ve somehow managed to avoid in your centuries haunting our world,”
“Do try not to eat him on the way, Willow.”
“Eww,”
“I would never do such a thing. Burying him alive is much more my style.”
“Must you be so impossible?”
“Must you be such an asshole?”
“Do you ever get tired of your own attitude?” “I do not have an attitude!”
One thing was clear. I wanted to fuck Willow Madizza. She’d just have to be awake when I did it.
“Maybe then you’ll see me the way you seem inclined to pretend you do.” The smile drifted off my face slowly, leaving me to gape up at him as the meaning of the words struck me in the chest. That guilt resumed its grip on me, and it was only through a careful mask that I brightened my smile all over again even as I dreaded what his admission might mean of what I’d suspected to be interest. Correctly, it seemed. Iban leaned in, touching his lips to my cheek sweetly and lingering just a moment past what was appropriate. “Enjoy your games, Willow, but just know I play to win.”
“Patience has nothing to do with us.”
“I am not a toy. Why would I settle for the scraps of your attention when I could have another on his knees and ready to give me anything I asked for with nothing more than a word?”
“You looked uncomfortable, but I did not touch you beyond that. Make no mistake, I want you to scream my name the first time I fuck you, not sleep through it, Witchling,”
“If you ever touch me, I’ll be sure to think of anyone but you. I won’t be able to enjoy it otherwise,”
“Then be sure to scream his name for me. I’d like to know who I need to hunt down the next time I’m hungry,”
“Has anyone ever told you that mouth is going to get you into trouble one of these days?”
“The next time you lie to me, I’m likely to make it so that you cannot speak at all.”
“Unless you intend to gag me, you’re unlikely to be able to shut me up.”
“You would definitely be gagging, Witchling,”
“I don’t give a fuck about that. All that matters to me is how pretty you’ll look writhing on my cock.”
“Can’t have you being the one to give me orders, now, can I?”
