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“Let’s see exactly how long you can hold on to that resolve, little traitor.”
Dacre’s mouth feasted on me, exploring my body in ways I didn’t know were possible,
“You’re so tight,” he murmured against my skin. “So wet.”
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”
“Fucking tell me it’s mine, little traitor.”
“It’s yours,” I managed to choke out.
“This is mine, little
traitor. You are this fucking wet for me. No one else.”
“You’re ...
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“I want to taste you.”
“Do you want me to get on my knees for you?”
“Little traitor.”
I didn’t want to be protected from her brother.
“Dacre used to heal.”
“But he hasn’t healed anyone since he couldn’t save my mother.”
I wanted Dacre to care for me as I had begun to care for him.
“I just found it odd that I trained with Eiran today after you said… What was it?” I tapped my finger against my chin. “Oh, yes. I was yours.”
“What are you doing, Nyra?”
“I told you I wanted to touch you,”
“To taste you.” “That’s not happening tonight.”
“But I’m wet.” I ran my tongue over my lips, and he looked mesmerized by the movement. “I trained with Eiran today, but all I could think about was you.”
“You’re drunk.” “And I’m going to make myself come whether you’re with me or
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“Fuck,” he swore under his breath before he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me into his room.
“You know others can hear you out there in that hall, right?”
“You don’t want them to know that I make myself come while thinking about you?”
“You’re playing with fire, Nyra,”
“Let me touch you,”
“I’m not going to fuck your mouth for the first time when I’m not even sure you’ll remember it.”
“Touch yourself.” He settled back in the chair. “You said you were going make yourself come. Show me.” “I…”
“You heard me.” He arched a brow before taking another drink of the wine. “Go on. I want to watch you.”
“Take off the shirt. I want to see you.”
“You didn’t answer my question.” Dacre growled, unmoving. “Who hurt you?”
“It was a long time ago.”
“Who?” “My father.”
“You think that anyone could get away with
hurting you and that it wouldn’t matter?”
“Spread your legs. Use your fingers to spread your pussy open for me so I can see,”
“Fuck, Nyra,” he growled, his voice a husky rasp that made shivers race through me. “You’re going to make me come just from watching.”
His cock looked so huge as he continued to run his hand up and down the length of it, and for a moment, I thought he was going to fuck me. And the realization hit me that I desperately wanted him to. I wanted to be claimed by Dacre in every way possible. “Where do you want my cum, little traitor?”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“You are mine, Nyra.”
“I’m yours.” “That’s a good fucking girl.”
“Oh, gods.”
“I’m going to cum all over you, little traitor. Mark this body in a way that your fake rebellion mark never could.”
“Let me have it, Nyra.”
“Give me what’s mine.”
“You look so pretty covered in my cum.”
The king’s soldiers are scouring every inch of the city, searching for her. She is no longer hiding in the safety of the castle walls. We both know who she is, Dacre, and you must protect her.
Protect her at all costs.
