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“Me?” the blonde said, pulling her back, those fucking fingers still in her hair. “You’re alive.”
“I don’t like when you look at me like this—like I’m frail.”
“Natye. Frail? How do you believe I think you’re frail when you have my people’s blood on your body?”
“You look at me like I’m broken.”
“We’re all broken, Aheia. It’s what gives us strength. Only the broken can grow.”
“You looked so fucking beautiful when you came all over my shadows.”
“My violent little creature—not at all what the Mithra think you are. Does anyone else know this side of you, Ruhí?”
“This side of you is all mine.”
“If I can’t have you, you can’t have—fuck.”
“Your sweet little cunt is used to undersized Mithra dick. You’ll break if I fuck you.”
Arioch panted as he took his free hand to his leathers and unlaced himself. Hel, he wanted to pull his shadows away and bury his cock so deep she’d never quite forget how it felt to have him fuck her.
He stared down at her, how she had her back arched, his shadows seeping from between her legs, his come on her pale skin.
“Go on, little goddess, carve your name from his lips.”
“Talk to me, Aheia,”
“No one’s ever gotten me a gift quite like this,”
“You’re hard,” she whispered. He chuckled. “I told you I liked violence from beautiful creatures.”
“Can I ask you for something, then?”
“I’m inclined to give you whatever you wa...
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“Fuck me, majte,”
“I think you were fucking made for me, little goddess,”
“This might fucking kill me,” he growled,
The need to brand, to claim, to fuck tore at him as he tried to keep his pace slow for her. She was so fucking tight, so Gods damned perfect.
She was fucking ruining him, and she didn’t even know it.
“Tell me,” he groaned. “I want your shadows,”
“You look so fucking perfect with my cock inside of you,”
It’s what he saw in her because she reflected back exactly how he felt. And for a split second, he thought that just maybe those blue eyes did see him, saw all the dark parts, all the fucked up parts, and didn’t shrink away. Maybe even enjoyed them.
“Keep your eyes on me, little goddess. I want you to know exactly who’s making you feel this way.”
“You’re going to take this until you’re fucking raw,”
“And then I’ll come so deep inside of you that I’ll always be a part of you.”
“I shouldn’t have liked it. That was fucked up. I—”
“But you did,” he murmured,
“Too ...
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If only you were alone in that, he thought to himself,
“Will you stay?” “It’s my room, Ruhí. Where would I go?”
“You healed my scars . . .” “I didn’t think you needed any more,”
“Is that still what you want? To ruin me for whatever lies past our bargain?”
“More than ever,”
“Do your worst,” she said, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth, anticipation stealing reason from her grasp.
His chest was humming as he thought about the fact that the little goddess he was cradling hid dark and powerful things within her, things no one understood, including her.
His shadows were begging for more of her, his thoughts turning more vicious by the second.
The overwhelming urge to part those sweet thighs and wake her up with his tongue dug itself into his rational mind, made his shadows slither and writhe as he started to reach out for her.
A broken bargain.
He’d seen it before, only a handful of times, all of which had ended in death for the person taking back their soul.
“I’m sorry,” he managed,
“What happened?” she asked, her voice hoarse. “I didn’t keep you safe,” he said finally. “You were in Gehenna, and our bargain read that as your death.”
“Why does Ophion want her back so bad?”
“Come on, you’re not blind. She’s not . . . normal.”
“You’ve been blaming the Mithra for something that never happened. You shouldn’t believe everything you hear . . .”
“Your brother is alive.”
“How dare you speak of the dead, of him?!”
