wrists to rake his hungry eyes down my body, leaving a fiery trail in their wake.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Aria. I should turn you over and spank your pretty ass. I don’t know what I want to do more right now. Fuck you, or mark you. I guess it’s a good thing that I can multitask,” he said huskily, lowering his mouth to pull at my bottom lip with his teeth.
I claimed his mouth, smiling against it as he groaned with need deep in his chest, mirroring my own. He rose, and before I knew his intention, he flipped me over on the bed, onto my stomach with my hands held against the small of my back, leaving my core exposed.
Teeth brushed against my shoulder, pausing, and a tentative smile played on my lips as my eyes slid to the portrait he’d held in his hands, just moments ago. A blonde woman nuzzled a babe in her arms, a smile curving her generous mouth while eyes sparkled with love at whoever was taking the photo. Teeth slid through my shoulder, and Knox paused, pulling back as he shoved me down, turning my body over to stare into my eyes.
“Witchcraft,” he snapped, watching my mouth curve into a soft smirk as I lifted my hips, wiggling them with invitation.
“Did you honestly think I’d come to you willingly?” I asked, lifting one brow higher than the other.
“Can you feel what I am doing to you right now?” The dark look smoldering in his eyes seemed to burn out, and anger took precedence, sending a shiver rushing through me.
“Everything,” I admitted. Grinning, Knox leaned closer, kissing my throat before his mouth brushed against my shoulder. “I need you, Knox,” I whispered huskily, pushing my fingers through his hair. If I were lucky, the dream walk would be enough to quell the ache in my loins.
“Good,” he growled against my shoulder before teeth sank into my flesh, scraping bone. A scream bubbled up, escaping through my lips as tears filled my eyes.
White-hot pain shuddered through me as he laughed wickedly. The scream ripped through me, escaping past my lips as I bucked against him. It was debilitating agony, forcing my body to tremble as the scream continued.
The hand holding my throat moved to my mouth, smothering my cries as he kept biting me without mercy. He didn’t stop biting, moving over the shoulder blade to sink elongated teeth into my collarbone.
He savaged my shoulder, biting me repeatedly until my screams subsided and turned to whimpering sobs. I absently moved against him, mindlessly unable to do anything else. I pushed against his mouth with my hand, moaning through the pain he was inflicting. Knox pulled back, his mouth dripped with blood as he watched me trying to turn over and crawl away from him.
Standing, he pushed his fingers through his hair, noting my blood soaking into his bed. Not that it would stay; it would vanish with me, as would the pain he had inflicted. Finally, managing to slide onto my stomach, I dropped my face to the bed, staring into his family’s image, now splattered with my blood.
It was symbolic, all things considered. I was Knox’s enemy, and his family was the driving factor for his hatred toward my bloodline. The bed moved with his weight, and before I could even gather the strength to slide away from him, he retrieved the photo, pushing it away from me. His thumb pressed into the wound on my shoulder, causing another scream to escape me.
“Do not ever fucking use your magic on me again, Aria.”
“Fuck you,” I groaned, hating that I was helpless to do anything until the spell ended.
“No, Aria. But when I catch you, I’ll fucking mark you so deeply that no one can erase it from your flesh, ever again. Now get the fuck out of here so I can start hunting you down.”
He pushed his thumb further into the wound, causing me to scream until everything within me rebelled against the pain. His other hand wrapped around my neck, baring it as he laughed huskily against my throat. I felt his teeth brushing against it, pushing into it as everything inside me went silent. The pain stopped, and the feeling of weightlessness took hold.
Hands slapped at me, shaking me awake. I gasped while sitting up, slamming my hands against the offender attacking me. My hand flew to my throat, and then my shoulder, finding both smooth and unmarked.
Knox’s scent clung to