Page 28 of Her Dark Promise

“My memories, what you saw, that doesn’t decide who I am. I still have a choice and you’re taking it from me.” He looked shattered and horrified.

I shuddered at his words, begging Circe to not choose this moment to haunt my thoughts and force me to feel my own memories all over again. I didn’t want to break into hysteria here.

A choice. I was never given a choice. But, I never asked to be a magic born. Never wished to be cursed. Never wanted to be immortal. I stopped cursing a worthless god and realized that life was unfair. We all do what we must to survive.

I looked down, ignoring his words. There was still a full plate of bread and cheese sitting right next to him. “You haven’t eaten.”

“Tampered with, no doubt.”

Understandably, he didn’t trust me, and I didn’t trust him, but this was exasperating. “If I wanted to kill you, I could have done that numerous times already. You can trust that my servant did nothing to your food.”

He eyed it hungrily, but warily. He didn’t move.

I sighed and walked closer to him, causing him to tense. I raised the hem of my black satin dress and slowly pulled it up, exposing my thighs, and knelt down, straddling him. He sucked in a breath as I sat my bare pussy on his lap—utterly sinful.

He gave me a sly smile but grunted when he tried to move his arms to attack me, thinking it the perfect opportunity since I had gotten so close to him. I smirked as he narrowed his eyes at me when his arms wouldn’t move. My shadows, once again, invaded his mind.

I smiled to myself as I leaned to the side, took the bread, and sniffed it. It was full of the flavor of the herbs from the garden, light and fluffy with a crunchy exterior. I brought the bread to my lips, flicked my tongue against it, and slowly took a bite, moaning in delight. I could feel his length move at the noise, stiffening. His breathing grew deep—heavy.

I gasped at the sensation, chills running through my body. Salacious intent danced in my eyes as shame washed over his features.

I waited a moment before responding: “See… No poison.” I brought the food to his lips, waiting for them to part, but he refused. Closing his mouth even tighter. Stubborn male.

I grabbed his hair, yanked his head back, and shoved it into his mouth until he had no choice but to bite down.

I threw the bread down onto the plate and grabbed his chin making sure that he didn’t spit it out. “Chew.”

After a few moments, he slowly began to chew, then swallowed. Looking over my face, a thousand thoughts were clear for me to see. He wasn’t sure what his next move would be. Would he try to kill himself? Or play my games?

I rolled my eyes and shifted on his lap as he continued to grow beneath me. He closed his eyes, concentrating on anything but me sitting on him. “You will eat. You chose not to do it yourself so now I will do it for you.”

I went to pick the cheese up when he said, “I do want to eat, but I need my hands to do so.”

“Then why didn’t you eat earlier?” I raised a brow.

“There was a possibility of it being poisoned.” I just kept my brow raised as he continued to stare at me. “How do you expect me to eat if I can’t use my hands?”

“I suppose you do have a point. And, if I unchain you, then you will eat?”

“Yes,” he rushed out too energetically.

I knew what he was trying to do. I had been around long enough to know that when a wounded animal was backed into a corner, they would do all they could to fight their way out. Though, I never gave anyone a chance, growing bored with the others, but this one… This one felt different, a feeling that I couldn’t place quite yet. No matter, he had piqued my interest.

“I suppose you do have a point.”

He smirked, feeling triumphant that his plan was working.

I flicked my wrists, and his chains unlocked and the moment it did he moved quickly, lifting my body up and pinned me down to the ground, straddling my stomach. One hand wrapped around my throat and the other had both of my wrists pinned above me. I couldn’t help but feel shocked that he had moved so fast as it looked like he didn’t have an ounce of fight left in him.

This human was full of surprises.

“Wrong move, witch.”

I smiled up at him. “Harder.” A look of surprise crossed his features that made me want to laugh uncontrollably if I wasn’t pinned down. “You think this can hurt me? Think again.”

“Shut up! After I kill you, I am—”

That struck a nerve. The laughter died in my throat.

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