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Five years ago, I swore I would kill Domren. How much longer until I would finally get my revenge? Might as well bounce his betrothed on my cock while I waited.
“Until such time, she is to remain untainted, Sebian.” So no bouncing her on my cock, then. That still left me with a dozen other things I could do to have Domren’s future queen scream my name. Learn it by heart. A sad consolation, but still better than nothing while I bided my time.
“No. My gift is not… delicate enough to create such fine work.” His fingers clasped my chin once more. “We have weavers blessed with the gift of creation for that. I merely supplied the shadows, and they are aching to devour you.”
“Because you’re mine. Mine to hurt. Mine to agonize. Mine to break.” His cool, minty breath broke against my skin, sending a shudder across my heated body. “I will come for you, Galantia. May it take a year or a lifetime, I will come for you.”
“Little white dove, you assured me you would be mine to do with as I please, remember? Mine to break. Mine to hurt. Mine to torment. And mine to share.” I shivered when the warmth of his mouth disappeared, only to emerge on the other side where he whispered, “What could be more depraved than giving my future wife to my best friend, watching how he makes her moan like a whore?”
“And if you run from it this time? Little dove, there will only be one set of arms left to run into. Mine.”
