Page 18 of Her Dark Promise

My fingers were itching to punish him for how that boy continued to lie to me. Golden sparks flying everywhere. There was no holding back my powers tonight. If I didn’t hurry and fuck this anger out of me, then I ran a high risk of losing control.

I strode over to him and ripped his linen shirt to shreds, the material hanging from his wrists and the hem of his pants. I ran my fingers over his chest, scratching him all over. He hissed as each nail dug into him and then moaned as I licked up the trails of blood and then bit his nipple.

Flashes of the hunter chained to the wall came back to me, helpless and completely at my mercy.

“Get on the bed.”

He did as I commanded, and I chained him to the bed, both hands and legs. I wasn’t in the mood to have him touch me, and I didn’t want to give him a chance to get out of what I had in store for him. Though I knew he would never ask to stop, always craving my depravity.

Once I had him chained to the bedposts, I took a moment to look him over. He had filled out in the last ten years of being here, with lean muscles, shiny hair, skin healed from the horrors of his previous life, and eyes full of life. That look he gave me had me pooling between my legs, ready to ride him. I stood at the edge of the bed and started undoing my lacing. Slowly pulling on the string until it was loose enough to pull off. Shrugging my dress off, giving my breasts room to breathe.

Left in just my skirt, breasts bare, exposed to him. I turned to the side and slid my skirt over my hips, bending forward slightly, exposing myself to him, and I could hear him panting. I loved the way I affected him. I climbed up slowly onto the bed and over him, straddling his lower stomach.

I could feel his erect cock pressed against my ass. I leaned forward, dragging my nails over his chest, drawing a little bit ofblood, and he hissed. I stood up, which surprised him. His body arched, yearning for more. I moved my feet so that they were between the headboard and his chained arms when I saw the look of recognition and lowered myself down on his face.

The moment that my core met his face, he started sucking and licking as if his life depended upon it.

A starved man.

I gripped the headboard and started rocking back and forth. We had a steady rhythm when his body started writhing, I knew that he was running low on air, but I couldn’t stop myself. I sat down lower on him, giving him my full weight, not allowing him to get away from me even if he wanted to.

I wanted to punish him. The desire was so strong.

He was in a frenzy, but still, he kept licking me and then stuck his tongue inside of me. Causing me to squeeze my legs around his head as I found my release. I screamed Callum’s name.

Once he had licked up all of my cum, I leaned a little forward giving him a chance to get some air into his lungs. He sucked in a huge breath, panting.

I thought he would be done when I felt him lift his head, running his tongue from my ass to my clit, and purred into me, “Again.”

My daring little bird.

Chapter five

Callum had elicited a few more orgasms out of me until my body could no longer handle it, legs shaking, sore enough that I laid in the bath longer than I normally would have. I was aware that my sexual appetite was strong. I could never seem to get enough, but Callum’s could possibly rival my own. He fucked me enough to quelch the fury inside of me at that bastard’s words, if only momentarily.

I lathered a sweet-smelling tonic in my hair and sat against the back of the tub allowing the hot water to soak in my skin, melting the tension from my body. I took deep breaths and prayed that time could do my bidding for once and slow down so that I could evade sleep. My bathing ritual after fucking Callum was the last task of the day; the last task before I tucked my body within the confines of my bedding and closed my eyes only to be accosted by the nightmares.

It was always too much to handle and I would stay awake for the remainder of the night until dawn once again greeted me with its presence and the cycle would start over again.

Day and night. Night and day.

The days bled together and the only reason why I gave a damn was because of the two broken souls that resided with me. I had promised each of them that I would keep them safe so long as they followed my rules and did as they were told. And since they had, they’d made themselves essential to my life.

Both served a purpose and continue to prove their loyalty and usefulness. I treated them like my subjects, but respected their wishes…to an extent. If I kept them at arm's length then they couldn’t make me weak.

And yet, I felt it now. A strange vulnerability, a lack of control. I didn’t know if the hunter had friends, if they’d storm my lands. How many more would come? I needed to know.

To sulk away in a dark corner. They’ll die like all the rest have.

“No Circe. They won’t,” I rubbed my hand against my face, annoyed that she would invade my thoughts so soon after the last time.

That hunter in the tower? Will you kill him?

“He may be a hunter, but he is still just a human. He will die once I get the necessary information out of him.” If I didn’t find out how many more were on their way, my humans could perish. That couldn’t happen.

What if he is innocent? You can’t keep him here. You’re to kill him or he’ll tell everyone your secret.

She was right, just like always. I couldn’t deny it.

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