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“You do not dismiss me, Brother,” I sneer, anger snapping at my chest. “I could not care less about which unfortunate soul will have the torment of you rutting into them for eternity.”
“Careful, little doe. Keep running into places you don’t belong, and someone may mistake you for prey.”
Together we rule, divided we fall.
“I don’t want to shift the focus, Xander. I want to find the filthy whore who dared to come into my castle, drop a man’s head on the ground, spit at my feet, and then somehow disappear from the dungeons.”
“I find it hard to believe you’d ever allow yourself to be ridden like a horse.”
“I think you’d look lovely tied to a wall and begging for mercy.”
“You will refer to me properly. Your Highness. Master.” I pause. “Or my lord, if you feel so inclined.”
“So kill me then,” she whispers, rising on her tiptoes and tugging on my roots, her nose grazing against mine.
“Anxiety is something that bests everyone it touches.
“I’m saying you could drive a man insane. Make him raze the world just to see you smile.”
“Milady, she’s no rose.” He chuckles as we approach her door, turning to face me. “But neither are you.
“Maybe if you put on a dress, you can trick him into thinking you’re a whore, and he’ll let you slurp on his cock the way you’ve dreamed of for years.”
“After all,” I continue, bringing my lips close to his ear. “You’re practically begging for it.”
Lady Beatreaux—Sara—is mine.
How dare he touch something that belongs to me.
I smile at his pleading, working on attaching his other wrist. “Do you not want to play anymore?”
“No, little doe, not here. They don’t get your tears.”
Meet me where you kiss the stars.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her. “Why?” she whispers. “Because, ma petite menteuse, the thought of not kissing you makes me want to die.”
“I will lick and suck and cut any part of you I wish, as often as I wish, until you’re begging me to slice you open and do it some more.”
“Tell me his name,” he croons. “So I can hunt him down and cut him to pieces.”
“If I were to kill you, Brother, I would make sure you knew it was coming.”
“Kiss me,” I breathe.
“You’re mine.”
Because she wrecks me. Destroys me from the inside out.
“I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I can’t fucking breathe without thinking of you.”
“And if I were to take you?” Her legs wrap around my hips, pressing me farther into her. “Then I’m yours for the taking.”
I will eradicate the Faasa family and kill the rebel king…no matter how much it may break me.
Do it, my mind whispers. Reach out your hand and plunge the blade into his skin.
“Are you going to kill me, little doe?”
“I do not wish to see you fail,” he whispers. “Even at this.”
“No tricks, little doe. Not this time. Not with you.”
“It isn’t fair for you to do this to me. Why did it have to be you?”
“You think I wished for you?” His grip tightens against my jaw. “I would scourge the earth if I thought it would erase you from my brain.”
“I am nothing if I’m not yours.”
“So do it. Kill me, Sara. Put me out of this constant purgatory of needing you without having you.”
“Give me a reason,” I say instead. “One good reason why I should let you live.” His eyes flare. “Because I love you.”
“Swear it,” I plead. “Swear to me, on your father’s grave, that you speak the truth.” He cups my cheek. “I swear it on my father’s grave, Sara. I will only ever tell you the truth.”
“But you…” He licks his lips. “You could burn down the entire kingdom until it’s nothing but charred rubble, and I would crawl over the embers with glee, so long as I could worship at your feet.”
They can kill me. They can torture me for hours and I’ll sacrifice myself gladly, so long as I know she’s safe.
“If something happens, know that I will find you in every lifetime, Sara Beatreaux. You are mine, and not even death can keep you from me.”
