Page 92 of The Poison Daughter
I know this place. It’s a small shrine to Kennymyra that was often visited during feasts before the fall.
Now it’s in ruins.
I squint into the dark to see a broad back covered in a familiar tattoo. It’s Bryce.
“Wha—”
I clap my hand over Harlow’s mouth and step behind her, pressing her back into my chest.
Bryce clicks his tongue, looking down at the blonde woman. “Naughty girl. I told you to hold still.”
He turns the woman around and bends her over the stone railing, yanks up her dress, and slaps her bare ass.
Harlow winces, but she doesn’t make a sound. My hand slides down to her neck, fingers resting above her thundering pulse.
Her gaze is riveted on Bryce as he pulls off his belt, folds it in half, and cracks it.
“Anything to say?” Bryce asks the woman.
He’s checking to be certain she’s still on board.
“No,” she rasps.
Between one breath and the next, he brings it down on the woman’s backside, and she yelps.
Bryce waits, belt raised. He’s experienced. He’s waiting for her to get over the initial shock to see if she’s going to say it was too much.
“More.”
The word is breathless, and it’s all the permission Bryce needs. He brings the belt down three times in quick succession. He gives the woman no time to recover before he wrenches her wrists behind her back and secures them with his belt. Then he drops to his knees and buries his face between her legs.
The woman moans loudly.
Harlow presses her back into me harder. Even in the half-light I can see her lips are parted in shock, her pupils dilated. Fuck me, she smells so good—like Stellarium Blossoms and nighttime in the forest.
My cock is stirring to life in the hope that the fun that was cut short earlier might be continued now.
The woman’s moaning swells until she goes rigid, her mouth open in a silent scream. Finally, she settles, and Bryce stands, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. He grabs her long hair, wrapping it around his fist, guiding her up to stand on trembling legs. He turns her to face him.
“Kneel.”
Harlow’s jaw drops as the woman rushes to kneel and opens her mouth. Bryce doesn’t hesitate to free his cock from his pants and shove itinto her mouth until she gags. He holds it there, grinning down at her watery eyes.
Harlow stares at them, open-mouthed, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. I wrap my arm around her waist, rest my palm to the thin silk covering her stomach, and press her against me so she can feel how hard I am.
Her head tips back, her gaze snapping to mine.
“Do you want that?” I whisper.
She frowns, but her gaze slides back to Bryce, who is now feeding his cock down the woman’s throat at a steady pace, using a fistful of her hair to guide her. She chokes and gags, struggling to take him.
I lean closer to Harlow so I can whisper directly into the shell of her ear. “He likes using her, and she’s out here because she wants to be used.”
My thumb brushes gently back and forth over Harlow’s stomach, and she shivers, pressing her ass back into my cock.
“Need something, lovely?” I tease.
I wish she weren’t such a talented liar. It’s impossible to tell if she truly wants it.
