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“Don’t you dare look at her.” My grip on his uniform was so tight that my knuckles were turning white. “You are not worthy to look upon her. It will be me you watch until the last spark of life leaves your eyes.”
“Little traitor.” Dacre startled me, his voice low and menacing, each word laced with venom.
At least I’ll have someone on my side who doesn’t worship the ground Dacre walks on.” “Trust me, that will never happen.” She tightened her hold on me as she turned us down a long hallway. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“In this world, you don’t have the option of not choosing sides.
She hated me as much as I hated her.
“You’re not learning anything else from Eiran. You’re mine to train.” “I’m not yours to do anything with.”
Instead, his gaze lingered over my back, and he stilled. He looked like he had seen a ghost or… My scars. “Who did that to you?” His voice lacked every bit of his control.
“And he certainly doesn’t have girls in his bed that don’t look thoroughly ruined the next morning.”
“You haven’t seen me be mean. If I were mean, I’d slide my cock between your lips to keep you from talking when I tire of hearing you speak.”
“You can’t say things like that to me.” My voice shook, and I wasn’t sure if it was anger or lust that coated my words. “Why not?” His voice was like liquid pouring over me. “Because it pisses you off or because you’re getting wet between those perfect thighs you’re clamping together as you imagine it yourself?”
He would worship me in a way that I could never dream of. But as I tried to imagine it, all I could think of was the man across the fire from me and the way he would destroy me instead.
“But every time I’m in the springs and I close my eyes, all I can think about is her body and the way her legs felt beneath my palms.”
“Jealousy isn’t a good look for such a handsome guy.”
“I also think you’re an ass, but you’re really clinging to the handsome thing, aren’t you?”
“I kept dreaming of stripping you bare of everything else until you had nothing left to hide behind.”
“Did you wear this tonight to punish me?” “How in the world would this be punishing you?” “Because you’re not mine.”
“Gods, I love when you say my name.” His hand flattened on my stomach and tugged me harder against him, harder against the evidence of how badly he wanted me. “I love it even more knowing that Eiran is looking for you.”
“Are you wet, little traitor?” he whispered in my ear, and a moan passed through my lips that I couldn’t stop.
The kiss wasn’t gentle or teasing, it was punishing and brutal, and he grazed his teeth over my lips before he forced himself inside and tasted my tongue with his. His fingers explored and pushed more firmly against me, and I jerked forward in his arms.
“Dacre.” “Don’t you dare.” His fingers started pumping in and out of me gently, and my thighs tightened around his hand. “I’m not letting you go anywhere until I can taste your cum on my fingers.”
I was the princess, and everyone treated me as if I were going to break at any moment. But Dacre didn’t.
“You’re taking me so good, little traitor.” He nipped at my ear, and I felt the move all the way to my core. “Gods, I can imagine how well you’ll take my cock. I could die thinking about this tight little pussy wrapped around me like it was made for me.”
“You like that idea, don’t you? Me buried inside you while you cry out my name.”
“I would feast upon this pussy like I had been starved for years.” I cried out, but he wasn’t done. “I have been starved, Nyra. Until you.”
Don’t lose your head in the body of a traitor.
“I already crave you, even though I know you’re keeping things from me. You think an ill-shot arrow will be the thing to stop me?”
“Drop that bow and get on your knees.” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and I almost fell to them at that one movement. “Then I want you to crawl to me and beg.”
“On your knees, Nyra. Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Please what, little traitor?” “Please touch me, Dacre.”
In that moment, I would let him do anything he wanted.
“When I can’t sleep at night, it’s because I can think of nothing but the way you would look beneath me with my cock sliding in and out of this tight little pussy.”
“I want you to watch me as I taste what’s mine for the first time.”
“This is mine, little traitor. You are this fucking wet for me. No one else.”
“Mine.”
“You think that anyone could get away with hurting you and that it wouldn’t matter?”
I was his. No matter what happens. I was his.
“I’ll make you fucking forget anyone who ever came before me.” I snapped my eyes open to meet his and told him the truth. “There’s only ever been you.” His breath hitched, and every part of his body stiffened. “This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me.”
