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Pleasure that had teeth and claws, shattering through my body and mind and leaving me different. I didn’t realize I was crying until Wraith kissed my cheeks, licking the tears away. “That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in my life, and I’ve had a very long life, Skyla. You give me more of those tears and I’m just going to fuck you. We won’t get to everything I have planned.”

“There’s more?”

“Oh my princess,” Wraith whispered. “I promised to ruin you. I won’t stop until I do.”

One hand covered my mouth, and he bit my neck hard enough to make me scream.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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WRAITH

NO MERCY FOR THE WILLING

The sound of myâmmelune’sscream made me so hard I couldn’t see. She was so fucking beautiful, taking every bit of pain I gave her and asking for more even when she didn’t realize she was doing it.

Moving away from her neck, I bit down on her shoulder, wanting to leave a bruise. In the morning, I wanted her to stand in front of the mirror and see the marks. Flush as she remembered every time I forced her body into heady, impossible pleasure.

More.

Skyla’s tear-stained face looked up at me when I pulled back. Fucking perfect.

I never knew why it was like this, and I didn’t care. There was never a time when the sound of someone weeping or the sight of a woman’s tears didn’t tell my cock to stand up and pay attention, just like there was never any time I fully understood why pain was a thing people avoided at all costs.

The bag beside us wasn’t large—I didn’t need much to do this. Just the right tools. Scraping my nails down her ribs, I grinned at her. “Hang on, princess. You with me?”

Her eyes were glazed with pleasure and lust and pain. I stroked my cock, unable to stop myself. One orgasm wasn’t even close to enough with her.

I picked up the first clip. “Where should I start?”

“What?”

Holding up the tiny metal clip, her eyes widened. “Where should I start?”

All Skyla did was blink. I leaned in and covered one nipple with my mouth, sucking it until it was almost as hard as my cock and enjoying the shivers of her body when I scraped my teeth over her skin. The little bit of metal clung to her nipple perfectly.

“Shit,” she hissed the word. “Shit, that hurts.”

“That’s the idea.” I chuckled and repeated the process on her other tit so she had a matching set. I liked her with jewelry. “When you’re immortal, I want to clamp your nipples and attach them to chains. Swing that chain over a bar and then clamp your clit. I’d give you just enough room soonedoesn’t pull and leave you there. Watch you from across the room while I stroke my cock and you beg for me to release you.”

Blueberry suddenly soaked the air, Skyla’s cunt growing slick and wet in response to the image I painted. Along with that delicious edge of fear. The survival instinct that told her this was a bad idea, but she was going to do it anyway.

“I love these,” I said softly. Grabbing another clip, I attached it to the lip of her cunt, watching her pupils go wide with adrenaline and pain.

“Wraith.” My name on her lips was paradise.

“Yeah, princess?”

Skyla bit her lower lip, arching her hips. She was fighting, not knowing if she wanted to keep going or stop. My little mate was still so human, and so reserved in spite of everything.

I smiled, imagining her once her humanity dropped away and she finally understood what it meant to embrace who you were entirely. Whatever magic, gods, or fate mixed us together and sent our souls to the world? It wasn’t an accident.

Another clip, and another, and another. I ringed her pussy with them, every little point another constellation of hurt for my princess. I pinched the skin on the underside of her arms and placed them there too. She moved and froze, realizing moving made it worse.

There.

Her whole body relaxed again.

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