Page 58 of The Labyrinth

“You are. You’ll go into thatfucking housewhere you’ll be safe. I don’t have time to debate this,” he snapped. His eyes narrowed, and he reached out and grabbed my wrist. “I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Rissa. Including locking you in the house in the middle of a war you have no business being a part of.”

I tried to pull away from his grasp, but he held on tightly. “I’m not going in there just so you can lock me inside again. If you don’t have time to debate this, then take me with you.”

“Be sensible. Do you really think I’m going to be able to fight the Ravens if I’m worried about your safety?” Ten took a deep breath, pulling me toward the stairs again. “Get in the house. It’s the safest place for you.”

“No.” Tears were ready to spill over at the thought of being locked inside the house again. At the thought of Ten going out to fight while I remained locked inside, not knowing whether he was okay or not. “Don’t make me. Don’t lock me inside. I thought we were past this. I can help you. I can fight.”

“Rissa.” Ten’s voice was tight, tense with unspoken nerves. “Your tears will not help your situation here. I will only be able to fight if I know you’re safe.”

“No.” I shook my head, looking to Hades for support but he only shrugged his shoulders. He had no more sway over Ten than I did. “No.” The rogue tear slipped out of my eye, but before I could swipe it away Ten did for me.

He looked down at me, holding my tear on his finger. “Are you angry, deliciae, or sad?”

“Angry. I’m pissed.” I tried to pull away from him again, but he held me tightly, reaching down to pin my free wrist with his other hand. “Let me go, Ten. Let me fucking go.”

“I like it when you’re angry, deliciae,” he murmured. “I like it a lot.” His thumb stroked the inside of my wrist, and when I looked up at his gaze, I found him aching for me in a way I didn’t expect.

“We’re in public. Hades is right there,” I whispered. Another tear slipped out, rebelling against my emotional control. But maybe I could use this to my advantage. If he was distracted sexually, too turned on to think straight, maybe he wouldn’t lock me inside again.

Ten pulled me closer, his lips a whisper away from my own. “Does it look like I give a shit? I’ve seen him do ten times worse. Besides, it would do well for him to remember who you belong to.”

Another tear. Ten’s tongue slipped out between his lips and he lapped at my fury. I trembled in his touch, his cock hard against me, even through the clothing we wore. “And who exactly do I belong to?”

His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my face back to look at him. “Me. Me and only me. I can give you a lesson, if you’ve forgotten.”

“Here?” I looked over to Hades, who had suddenly disappeared from the vicinity. It still didn’t change the fact we were on the streets though, out in the middle where anyone could walk by and see us. There was a war starting only a few blocks away, we were fighting, and somehow Ten seemed hellbent on fucking me. “Now?”

“They can get by without me for a couple of minutes. I need you, Rissa. I need this.” His hands released my wrists, pawing at my dress. “I need to know you’re mine.”

My body had always reacted to Ten in a way I couldn’t control. I was desperate for him, even though I shouldn’t be, craving his cock and his body, and the dark things only he would give to me. “Of course I’m yours…Master.” I leaned up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his in an insistent kiss.

He tugged at my dress, his hands sliding beneath the skirt, finding their way to my aching pussy. He knew what I needed without having to ask. With a thick finger sliding along my pussy, he smirked at me. “I didn’t realize you being angry was such a turn on for me…but all things considered, it makes sense.”

“Does it?” I murmured, slipping my hands under his shirt, caressing the hardened body beneath. In these moments, when our bodies took over, there was no difference between us. There were only two people, trying to satisfy their desperate cravings.

“When you’re angry, you’re alive.” He pulled my hair hard, wrenching my head back at the same time he sank two fingers inside me. I cried out, and he clamped his lips to my neck, kissing me hard. “I want you to always remember what it’s like to be this alive.” He spoke against my neck, the words vibrating against my skin. His fingers thrust inside me, stretching me out in a way only he could.

My hands flared out, in search of something to hold onto, but there was nothing within reach. I was at Ten’s mercy, held up by his grip, and his grip alone. His fingers stilled inside me, but in my current position, I couldn’t do anything about it.

He stood me upright, running his finger along my cheek. “I want you to feel everything, deliciae. Hate. Love. Anger. Joy. I want you to feel it all to the absolute extreme.”

Ten pulled my hair harder. I winced with the pain, another tear escaping to join the others.

He smiled, not releasing his grip. “Cry for me. Cry in pain. I want you to get angry. I want you to hate me. I want you tofeel.”

His grip was painfully hard, pulling the tender skin of my scalp. I was sure he was pulling my hair right out of my head, his fingers still filling me but not moving. “Ten, please…” I whispered. I wasn’t sure what I was begging for.

“What do you want, deliciae? Do you want more pain?” He snapped the wrist that held my hair in place, and I whimpered. “Or more pleasure?” His fingers slipped out, before thrusting back inside me once more. “Or do you crave both?”

“Both.” I met his gaze, hungry and longing. His eyes were as dark as the night sky, and filled with just as much possibility. “Give me everything, Master.”

“As you wish.” He brought his lips down in a bruising kiss on my flesh, his hand pulling my hair hard enough that I couldn’t stop myself from crying. But above it all were his fingers, teasing and pulsing, fucking me until I couldn’t think straight. I was stretched, full, in absolute agony, and yet it wasn’t enough.

“Please, Master, I need more,” I whimpered. People could see us on the streets, I knew, but I didn’t care. I justneeded.

Ten dropped my hair and pulled his fingers from me at the same time, holding me upright before I collapsed to the ground. He pushed me to the stairs. “Hands on the top step, deliciae.”

I turned and did as he asked without question, placing my hands on the top step of his front stoop. Behind me, Ten unfastened his buckle, his pants dropping. “I want to feel everything.”

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