Page 71 of Cursed Evermore
“Married?” His lips curved deeper. “To your betrothed?”
“You know this. You stole me from my engagement celebrations.”
“Stole is a strong word, Ziyka. Could it really be stealing if you would have gone with me willingly?”
Asshole.Was he serious? “That was before I knew what you were up to. Now you have to take me back to Stormfell. I have to get married to Thayden. And I cannot help you find your ring.”
“You weren’t so worried about your marriage or thisThaydenyou think is your betrothed when you were kissing me. Or agreeing to fuck me.” His tone was sour with sarcasm. It was almost like I was speaking to a different person from the monster who’d scared me to death earlier.
“You tricked me.”
“Ahh, be that as it may, I never made you do anything you didn’t want to do.” He placed a hand to his heart, feigning innocence. It looked as unbecoming of him as an ill-fitted suit.
“Like I said, I didn’t know what you wanted from me.”
“That is irrelevant. You didn’t want to believe I was dangerous.” Wolfe's power rolled off him in waves, dark and seductive. “You didn’t even question the fact that I’d gotten onto the grounds of your home without anyone noticing or stopping me. And you definitely would have let me fuck you against the wall, then ask questions later.”
My stomach bottomed out and my skin went up in flames. I’d never met anyone who’d spoken with such candor or who could be so blatant about sex and fucking without blinking or showing some reaction.
Wolfe gave me a lopsided grin, probably because I’d gone completely red, and it was obvious he was right.
Even as terror clawed at my throat, some traitorous part of me remembered that I thought about it—him fucking me against the wall.
I recalled with perfect clarity my uncontrollable attraction and need for him to take me. I hated myself for it. I hated how my bodystillresponded to him.
I hated that even now, with the truth of his cruelty laid bare, I couldn't fully extinguish that spark of wanting.
I should know better, should haveknownthat the devil can wear many different faces. But I was lost in the heat of his kissand the strength in those hands that now threatened to destroy everything I loved.
Wolfe steepled his fingers and rested against the chair, looking down at me with a holier-than-thou arrogance. “You should be thanking the gods I stopped us from going further.”
Absolute fucking asshole. He was making me sound like a pathetic whore who couldn’t help herself. “I’m not a whore.”
“I dare say I haven’t come across many virgins who were.”
Damn it. Damn that stupid conversation with Emabelle.
If I’d known some Fae lord was going to overhear my private business, I would have stayed at home that night.
Aside from everything else he shouldn’t know about me, it was just my damned luck he knew I was a virgin. Everything was so fucked up as it was. Did the universe have to humiliate me further? Didhehave to?
My cheeks burned like the rest of my body under the scrutiny of his stare. “Was that whole act of yours necessary? To humiliate me? Is that what you Fae do for fun? There was no need for it.”
“You’re here, aren’t you, mage?” He played with the words that fell from his lips, every syllable, every sound, every beat obeying his command. The same way he was playing with me. “The end justified the means. Now I know what happened to my ring.”
An icy trail of sweat tracked down my spine like phantom fingers, making my skin crawl beneath my clothes. “I don’t know anything about the ring.”
“I know, but the good news is you don’t have to know about it to help me get it back.”
I shook my head. “That makes no sense.”
“Arielle told me what happened from your memories. The ring cursed you.”
“The ring?” My voice was barely a whisper.
“Yes.”
That shard of red that came out of the vortex must have been the ring.
