Page 47 of A Bond in Flames

“You’re not just angry, are you? You’re angry at me?”

His face contorted. “Yes,” he yelled.

“Why?”

He shook his head, his fingers in brutal fists, the veins in his arms and neck popping. “That is something you have to figure out for yourself.”

“You can’t just tell me?”

“No.”

“And what if I can’t figure it out?” I asked. All that volatile emotion pouring off him was too heavy a burden to carry.

He took two steps toward me, closing the space between us, and grabbed my arms. “You have to, do you hear me? You have to because I can’t do this anymore. I can’t fucking do this again.”

I stared up at him. “Do what? I don’t understand.”

He cursed so loud and full of anguish, I flinched. When he saw me do it, another growl rumbled from him, and he hauled me off my feet. “You’re not afraid of me, little witch.”

It wasn’t a question; it was a demand.

“No,” I said and hooked my arms around his neck, pressing my body close. “I’m not.”

“Fuck, you piss me off,” he snarled, then twisted my hair in his fist and slammed his mouth down on mine.

Our mouths weren’t in a dance, moving together; no, they were dueling. “You piss me off more,” I said, digging my nails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.

He growled. “You disobey me again, and I will lock you in my bedroom and never let you out.” He shoved me against the wall. “No, I think I’ll do it, anyway.”

I hissed, “No, you fucking won’t.”

My shirt was yanked off over my head and tossed away. “You think you can stop me?”

I bit down on his lip and tasted blood. “I can try, and I think you know me well enough now to know I won’t stop until I win.”

He swiped his tongue over his lip, coating it in blood, then yanked my head back and thrust it in my mouth, kissing me hard. “I have nothing but time, female,” he said against my lips.

My legs were around his hips, fighting to get him closer while making him work for it at the same time. “You’re a confusing, arrogant pain in the ass.”

He shoved his hand down the front of my tights, into my underwear. “Turns out confusing, arrogant pains in the ass make your cunt wet as fuck.”

“And it turns out infuriating, disobedient witches make you hard as hell.” I yanked the towel away, and the long, hard ridge of his cock dug into my stomach.

The sound of fabric ripping came next. “They were my favorite tights, asshole.”

“I’m about to stuff your pussy full of your favorite cock, so I think you’ll get over it,” he said, maneuvering me like a rag doll, then shoved my panties aside.

“How do you know yours is my favorite?” I fired back, even though we both knew I’d never had better, that no one had ever made me feel the way he had in this cabin.

He laughed, and it was dark and arrogant; then, he slammed inside me.

I cried out, the invasion too much but exactly what I needed. “Oh fuck.”

The smile dropped from his face as he slid out, then thrust back in. “When I’m finished with you, I will be the only lover you remember. The rest will cease to exist. How long did you feel me after, little witch, when I fucked you the first time?”

I hadn’t stopped. I’d still felt him before he filled me a moment ago. “G-goddamn… ah, arrogant.”

He pressed his forehead against mine and thrust inside me again, then held there. “You were made for me, inside and out, and the first time I claimed you, I ruined you for every other male for the rest of your life.”

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