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“Let’s do this again sometime, Little Hunter.”
“If you weren’t so disgusted with my kind, I could show you how sorry I am.”
“We are not as bad as you may think,” Keir said after another short pause, then added, “My father may be, and the people who killed your family, of course. But we are not. Most are not.” She paused one more time. “I am not.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” I muttered turning back to my book. “You know,” she trailed, I could hear the smile in her tone. “Your indifference kind of turns me on.”
“Stop,” I commanded. “But they are so perfect,” she whined and leaned closer to my breasts.
“You don’t feel like you hate me,” she said,
“What if I told you that we could pretend that you hate my kind in public”—she paused and let her other hand trail up my thigh and into my shirt—“but in private, you’re mine.”
“And if my plan works well enough, I can take you into one of the rooms and eat that wet cunt of yours until you forget your own name.”
“I am going to kill him,” she growled. The sound of the chair’s fabric ripping filled the air. “Slowly, painfully, and I’ll make him beg for your forgiveness just before I take his life.”
“Now cover your mouth so they don’t hear you come on the hands of the person you hate,” she growled.
“I do regret how it came to happen, but I don’t regret you.”
This place now paled in comparison to the sight before me. I didn’t care about the waterfall or the meadow, I only wanted to make sure that this sight would be burned into my memory forever. If this was the sight that I could see for the rest of eternity, I would have no qualms about ruling. I would rule for this, for her, and nothing else.
“Do you want me, Little Hunter?”
“Let me rephrase,” she growled and leaned forward, her tongue reaching out to lick the bite on my neck. “Is this pussy wet for me?”
“And if I ask you to bite me again?” I whispered. The air stilled and Keir turned stiff against me and pulled her hand out of my underwear. “You are testing my control, Silvia,” she said. My name flowed off her tongue with ease and heated my body. “Maybe I want you to lose it,” I said.
“If I did that then I couldn’t keep you, and I plan to keep this needy pussy as long as I may live.”
“I’ll make sure you’re so fully obsessed with me by the end of this that you don’t even dare think of anyone else. It’s the least you could do after so thoroughly messing with my mind like this.”
“Open,” she commanded. I let my jaw drop open and waited as she forced the three fingers she had used to fuck me into my mouth. I could taste my release on them, and it was even more humiliating than the act of being so lost in her.
And I was a sucker when it came to her. I was ready to give her the world and burn anyone who even looked at her wrong, but I couldn’t be that way.
