Vow of the Shadow King (Bride of the Shadow King, #2)

by Sylvia Mercedes

“Look at me,” he snarls. My eyelids jerk back up. I’m caught in his stare, like a mouse hypnotized by the serpent. “Beg,” he says. “Beg my forgiveness. For what you have done.” My lips quiver. “Forgive me, Vor,” I whimper. “No.” Then his mouth crushes against mine. It’s not a kiss. It’s too rough, too violent to be anything

“Beg me, Faraine.” He shifts his grip so that he can hold both my wrists with one large, powerful hand, freeing up the other. Slowly, languorously, he trails one finger along the line of my cheek, my jaw, down my throat.