Page 155 of Dawn of Chaos and Fury
“How did you kill her?” he asked when he broke the kiss.
“I punched her in the face,” she said, that now familiar madness creeping into her features. “She kept touching my things. Theon. My dagger. So I sliced it across her throat and then shoved it into her chest.”
Another smack and that had a low moan slipping past her lips. “Luka…” she said breathlessly.
“You know I like seeing you covered in the blood of victory,” he chided.
“It’s not my fault you weren’t there,” she shot back, only to have his hand connect with her ass again.
“There’s that bratty mouth again,” he chastised. “What are we going to do with that, hmm?”
“Luka,” she whined, squirming atop his lap as she clutched at his shoulders.
Another smack.
“Stop grinding against me, Tessa,” he warned.
She was panting now, her hands turning frantic as she ran them over his arms, his chest, and she wasn’t fucking listening anymore. Seeking and wanting. He hadn’t been lying. He was going to reclaim her, but she was going to suffer first.
His hand smacked her ass twice more before he pushed her off his lap. The whine that came from her was downright pitiful, and he chuckled darkly, shoving her toward the chair.
“Is that where you’ve been sleeping, baby girl?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said petulantly as she eyed him. “I didn’t think you’d want me in your bed.”
“Take a seat.”
“I don’t want to sit there,” she replied, lifting her chin as if she would defy him.
“Too bad,” he retorted, his power pushing against her and forcing her ass into the armchair.
“Luka,” she cried again, already trying to stand.
“Stay there, Tessa,” he warned. “I’m not above calling on yourhusbandto keep your ass planted.”
She stilled, and yeah, he knew exactly what those words did to her. Saw the subtle clench of her thighs. The intrigued tilt of her head. Another time, maybe, but this time—this reclaiming—was all his.
“Don’t move,” he ordered. “If you can’t sit still, then you’ll have to watch.”
“Watch wh?—”
But her words cut off when he stood and shoved his pants down, taking his cock in his hand and stroking it up and back down. He’d just needed some godsdamn relief because he was hard as fuck.
“Theon said you had stipulations about your newfound marriage,” he said, continuing to stroke himself.
“What?” she asked, distracted and breathless.
“Focus, baby girl,” he chided. “Tell me your stipulations for agreeing to become Theon’s wife.”
Her tongue darted out, gliding along her bottom lip as she watched him. And fuck, she couldn’t be doing something like that right now.
“Tessa,” he snapped when she didn’t answer.
“I…” She shook her head as if trying to clear her thoughts. “It was a new Mark. Something Cienna created, I think?”
“And your stipulations?”
“It wasn’t so much a stipulation as an open-ended opportunity,” she replied, her hand drifting down her stomach.
