Page 50 of Her Dark Promise

“Trying to distract you enough to disarm and then kill you for your insubordination?” I teased as I continued swaying my hips in slow circles.

“Oh yeah?” He said breathily. “You think you’re in a position to be killing anyone?”

“I could kill you without moving a single muscle.”

No sooner had the words left my lips, he pushed me roughly against a nearby tree, my body getting scraped by the harsh bark, the blade finally dug into my throat as I felt blood drippingdown my cleavage. “There is no world in which I wouldeverwant you.”

I laughed as much as the blade allowed. “Your head might think that, but there’s a part of you, a part you hate, that wants nothing more than to fuck me.”

“Shut up!”

Stubborn male. I wasn’t done playing.

“You’re right. You probably couldn’t even get me off if I drew you a map.”

“You would want that, wouldn’t you?”

“Just stating facts. Could never elicit these sounds from my lips.” I then proceeded to give the performance of one of my lifetimes and moaned while lifting my dress and touching myself.

I saw the blade pierce the trunk of the tree as he braced his hand on the skirts of my dress, lifting it. I stopped laughing as his other hand moved over mine, making slow and deliberate circles around my clit.

“What was that you, little slut? I can’t hear your filthy mouth anymore,” he growled.

“If you think that is going to work, then we will be here all night.”

Neither one of us wanted to admit that our most primal instincts wanted to take over and devour each other. We didn’t need to like each other to be attracted to the other, but if he wasn’t going to admit it, neither would I. Two could play this game, and I never lost.

I moved my hand to the trunk of the tree to brace myself and have a better grip, better control over wiggling my ass all over his cock painfully straining in his trousers.

We were both silent for a few seconds while he kept rubbing me and I grinded on him.

I relished the feel of his hand on my pussy, but laughed and asked, “Is that the best you can do?”

Admittedly, the words came out as more of a whimper than I’d have liked.

I knew I was egging him on, but I needed more friction.

He fit a calloused finger into my pussy and started pumping in and out of me, causing my legs to shake.

We were both caught in another war with each other, holding out until the other admitted what exactly was happening. He’d die before he admitted it.

“Is this what you wanted? Me fucking you with my finger? Or do you wish it was something else?”

I scoffed, breath quickening. “If this is what your cock is going to feel like, then I should have killed you on the road. Or rather the lack of feeling…”

“You fucking bitch.” He wasted no time in bracing a hand on my throat and inserting another thick finger, moving them so fast that I couldn’t help the moan that escaped from my lips. I lied when I said I couldn’t feel one, but two at once was nothing short of euphoric.

I couldn’t even pay attention to anything else except where those fingers were. I clamped my thighs together, doing my best to not allow him to give me an orgasm, to not allow him to win. But his next words, breathed right into my ear, sent me over the edge, “Come for me, your fucking majesty.”

No. No. Not so soon.

His lips found my ear, and for a moment, his voice softened a bit. “I want to feel it.”

I stilled as a tidal wave of pent-up anger over the last few days ran through me. If he hadn’t had me pinned against the tree I would have collapsed to the ground.

What the fuck just happened?

I believe you are exactly what he said, my dear… A whore.

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