Page 132 of Rose and Shadows
“As you are aware, this is a subterranean crypt. Alas, if you were to unleash your power and manage to endure the horrific agony that the chair would respond with, the magical fallout would no doubt decimate that which you covet so dearly. That which you need to survive.”
“You sadistic motherfucker!” I roared, bucking in the chair.
His whole face lit up at my snap. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not the sadistic one.”
A flare of magic caught my attention, a moment before hands landed on my shoulder.
I jerked and managed to turn my head just enough to see that psychopathic leader ofPuritas, Gregor, standing there.
He wasn’t concealed by his silver cape this time, so I was able to look upon him fully.
Pale blue eyes gleamed down at me. His hair was in a buzz cut that was half brown, half black. He looked to be in his mid-forties by human discernment, but known to be many centuries old in reality. He was decked out in regal silver robes.
“Get your hands off me,” I seethed.
His eyes flamed with peach-colored magic and then he started sliding his fingers down over my collarbone, over my pecs, even skating down to my abs.
I grunted as he brushed my belt.
“Gregor, this is not what we discussed,” Morien grumbled.
“Because I knew you wouldn’t care for it. But if you want me to break his mind, this is how I need to begin. Given who he is.”
Morien hesitated, before then giving a nod and averting his eyes.
Break my mind? So my father had discovered that he couldn’t take my power and basically become me without that additional step.
Hmm.
Revealing that in front of me had just become a dear fucking mistake.
“Lower,” I spoke.
Gregor’s hands stilled just as they were headed back up my chest.
“Excuse me?”
“You want a piece of me, want to feel me up? Do it properly. In fact, let me give you some pointers, because the way you’re going about it is honestly sub-par.”
“What are you—”
“You’re trying to dominate a Dominant. That alone is a failure of a setup. Let me guess, you think you can force pleasure from me? Degrade me? Induce shame? Make me beg for you in the end? Then only offer up punishment after punishment to further the shattering, until I’m both begging you to stop and to give me more—until I don’t know which way is up, what is my will and pleasure and what is yours?” I burst out with a dry laugh. “By all means, give it your best shot.”
“Foolish youngling,” he snarled at my ear.
Then he fisted my hair and jerked my head back. “Your hubris will be your downfall.”
“That’s your affliction, not mine.”
He released me roughly, then spoke to Morien over me who was scrubbing his hand over his face now and shaking his head, “Send a unit to obtain more dust from the Light Fae Realm.”
“You use too much and you’ll break his body, rather than his mind.”
Gregor grunted, then rounded me and slapped his hands down on my thighs, glaring heatedly. “There is not one soul that I haven’t been able to break. Every mind breaks eventually. All you’re doing is extending the process, inviting more torment.” He started fondling my pants, stroking up and down my thighs, while intermittently brushing over my cock. “Haven’t you endured enough, Almighty Necromancer? Wouldn’t you rather go peacefully?”
I held his gaze steady. “There’s no death wish here that you can exploit.”
He snarled again and dug his nails into my thighs.
