Page 26 of Left Hand of the Divine
I wanted to mean nothing to her. For so long I stayed away from her, but look at me now. I was a reflection of all that longing and agony that burnt in her eyes as she stared up at me.
“Please,” she whimpered.
I loved it when she begged. I wanted to make it hurt. For all the worry that she caused. For all the times it felt like my heart was ready to jump out of my chest.
I squeezed her throat tighter. I knew it was pointless; she didn’t need to breathe, but her eyes still widened as I gripped her neck in my hand, and the spike of fear darkening her eyes had my blood pumping faster.
“Are you going to fight me?” I asked, secretly hoping that she would. I dug my thumb into the soft spot beneath her ear, and she let out a quiet, painful hiss.
“Do you want me to?” she asked, her voice breathless.
I huffed a soft laugh. “You fight me at every turn. Why would sex be any different?”
Her fingers clenched by her hips, and I could tell she was holding back her impulse to attack. Was my Little Reaper playing pliant for me?
Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I stepped back from her and pulled my tie off. “Give me your wrists.”
She smirked as she held her hands out, like my commands amused her. She wasn’t going to be smiling soon. Not when I’d finished punishing her ass.
I quickly tied her wrists together, loving the way she winced as I tied them just a little too tight. It pinched her delicateskin, twisting and pulling it beneath the black material. Painting little pink lines against that pale skin of hers.
After I was happy with the knot in the tie, I pushed her towards the sofa, that fucking smirk widening on her face as I manoeuvred her where I wanted her.
“Bend over,” I said as I pointed towards the arm of the sofa.
She did as I asked, pushing her ass into the air and giving me the most perfect view of it in her leather trousers that looked like they were painted on. There was no way I was getting those off without a fight, so I didn’t even attempt it.
I hooked my fingers into her waistband and ripped them from her in one swift motion.
“Hey!” she yelled, her eyes flashing at me over her shoulder.
I brought my hand down on her ass, thecrackechoing around the room. “Serves you right for wearing those ridiculously tight pants.”
“What the hell am I supposed to wear now?” She cried out, trying to stand up from the sofa.
I slammed my hand on the small of her back, halting her movements. “You’ll wear nothing, baby girl. When I’m done with you, you’re going to walk out of here with your head held high, and everyone will see you bearing my marks on your ass. The whole world will know you belong to me.”
I didn’t know what had come over me, but I was claiming her for all to see. Roux was mine. Would always be mine. I just might need her to remind me of it every so often when Iget lost in my own head.
“Mmm, Daddy.” She licked her lips as she stared at me over her shoulder. “You say the nicest things.”
I stroked my fingers over her lace-clad pussy and her body jerked beneath my touch. “You’re so wet for me.”
Her juices leaked through the black lace as I ran my fingers over her folds. I rubbed circles over her clit, and she mewled and arched her back, giving me more access.
But making her cum wasn’t part of the plan. I’d do that eventually, but not until she’d been punished for breaking into that damn vault.
When I heard she’d gone to see Prometheus, my anxiety spiked. Anxiety and fear had held me in a grip that had shaken me to my core. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so terrified. Not since I’d lost Persephone. I knew it made me a complete cliché, but it wasn’t until the threat of really losing Roux hit me that I realised just how important she was. She hadn’t just blown through the walls around my heart; she’d snuck under them in the quiet of the night with that sass and back chat, with the way she wanted me to smile more like she actually cared about me and not just the King everyone else pandered to. She stood up to me, challenged me and made me a better person.
I’d been lost until she brought me into the light of her soul.
I pulled my hand away from her, loving the way she whimpered at the loss of my touch. “Soon, baby girl. You just need to take your punishment, and then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t do anything but scream for me.”
“Fucking hell,” she moaned, a shudder visibly running up her spine.
I smacked my hand down on her ass, the sting smarting through my fingers. “No swearing, and when you talk to me, you call me Daddy. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”
