Page 95 of Black Castle

They both gasp, clutching at each other as air is knocked out of their lungs.

He buries his face into her neck, gripping her ass, thrusting harder and deeper, calling out her name just as she calls his, nails biting into her shoulder.

“God, you’re perfect, Vivienne,” he groans, pressing her sweaty body harder against his as he slams into her tight hole with desperate, punishing thrusts, as if trying to carve his very name into her.

She’s shattering in his arms, her body locking, pussy clenching, the raw sound of his name slipping from her lips undoing him completely.

He slams into her, again and again, each thrust deeper than the last, his fingers digging into her trembling thighs as he comes inside her, heat surging, his vision going white.

A loud cry tears from her throat as she clenches around him a second later, exploding all over his cock.

She collapses against him, breathless, and so is he. Her arms tighten around his neck, her head burrowed between the crook of his neck, soft lips brushing the bold ink on his neck as she whispers, “Snow white?”

“Yes?” The pad of his thumb rubs soothing circles on her hip, his cock still throbbing inside her walls.

“I really, really like you a lot.” She places a soft kiss on his searing skin. “Like a lot.”

“Me too.”

His hold on her tightens as he presses her harder against his chest. Keeping her locked in his arms.

Maybe, just maybe, no other man can take her away from him after all. Not even Zev.

The Mirror

Lucan/Zev

Darkness presses in like a living thing. The room is silent except for the quiet clanking of chains, the scrap of metal against the cold floor as Zev shifts against his restraint.

His wrists are free, but his ankles bear heavy shackles, the iron biting into his skin—a symbol, a mockery. A reminder that Lucan thinks he has control.

Zev laughs, the sound slow and mirthless as it drifts across the room like smoke, a whisper from the abyss. “So you went ahead and did it?” he muses, his voice dripping with something raw and venomous. “Went to some fucking shrink, isn’t it?”

Lucan stands tall in the dim light filtering through the small window, his face unreadable, but Zev knows him. He knows him like the inside of his own mind—because that’s exactly where they are. A cage of Lucan’s own making.

Zev tilts his head, his grin a slow creeping thing. “You were always weak, you know.” His fingers twitch, curling against his knee. “This is a fucking treason.”

Lucan exhales through his nose. “You touched her. And she wasn’t yours, never will be. I did what I did for her.”

The words hit Zev like a lash—sharp and deliberate. But he doesn’t flinch. Though his smile fades, his eyes narrow into a slit. Her. Always her. That fragile, delicate thing that has twisted Lucan’s mind, made him desperate, made him weak.

Zev leans forward, chain rattling against the floor. “And you thought I wouldn’t find out?” His voice is quieter now, but not less dangerous. “You thought you could erase me?” He chuckles darkly. “You really don’t understand, do you?”

Lucan stays silent, jaw clenched.

Zev’s fingers tighten against his knees, nails pressing into his skin. “You’ve crossed the line, Lucan. Now you don’t get to fucking walk back.”

His gaze lifts, gleaming like a predator in the dark. “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” A slow smirk stretches across his lips. “Afraid that I’ll take control. That I’ll take her.”

Lucan’s breath stutters, but he doesn’t say anything.

“And now that you have tried to get rid of me.” is voice dips into something low, velvety, edged with cruelty. “I’m going to fucking do it.”

The air between them thickens. Shadows pressing in.

“I’m going to take everything from you.” Zev shifts again, dragging chains against the floor with a deliberate slowness, savoring the way Lucan’s fingers twitch at his side.

“Wait and watch.” His lips curl into a wicked grin. “I’m gonna rip you out of the driver’s seat. Lock you away the same way you have been doing to me.” Each word is laced with a promise, his golden eyes burning in the dark. “I will make you a passenger in your own mind, Lucan. You’ll be forced to watch from the peephole while I take her.”

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