looking directly at me.
The blindfolded woman whimpered as his fingers danced over her spread sex, dripping with need. My air wouldn’t escape my throat as I studied the way he pushed them into her body. My heart beat loudly, unable to tear my eyes from him, slowly bringing her toward orgasm.
I stood there, shell-shocked, while he spread her legs further apart, allowing me to see more. Withdrawing his fingers, he pulled something glass from his pocket, pushing it into her body hard and fast. His eyes never left my face as my lips parted, and heat flushed through my body. He wasn’t gentle, using the thick, glass, penis-shaped object on her, forcing it deeper while she begged him to fuck her.
She shouted, screaming for more, and I stepped back, unable to look away as he watched me through fiery eyes. His eyes held mine, the object moving steadily into her body while his smile turned cold, his eyes dragging down my body as if it were me he was imagining defiling. My body heated, and his nostrils flared as though he could sense that I wanted her to be me. I ripped my eyes from him, noting the black lines that spread over her face as she whimpered.
My heartbeat pounded loudly, louder than her screams ripping through the forest. Her body crested the peak, and his name exploded from her lips, jolting me from the trance of watching him fucking her with the object.
“Fuck me harder, Tor! Yes!” her squeal echoed through me, forcing me to snap to attention. Turning on my heel, I rushed away from them, allowing them privacy to finish whatever strange fetish was unfolding without an audience.
Entering the tavern, I ignored the eyes that moved over me from the staff that was just waking up. Inside the bedroom, I pushed a heavy chair in front of the door and climbed into bed, staring at the flames that danced in the large, open-faced fireplace.
My mind replayed what I’d witnessed, and my body tightened with need. Ignoring the pang of unease, I pushed it away as my eyes flicked to the large, rounded moon, knowing that within two days, I’d be writhing in pain instead of lust—because fuck him.
I’d watched him with another woman. I hated him for doing it with her; even if he hadn’t been fucking her, it was the same thing. He’d known I was there, and instead of stopping, he’d held my stare and made me want to take her place, which was insane! I was in dire need of a reality check. I’d thought he wanted me, but apparently, he wanted whatever was easy to get. That wasn’t me.
I hated him.
I hated her more because I’d wanted to be her.
The man drove me insane, and obviously, he wanted to seduce me to keep me in check. I wasn’t stupid. I’d let my guard down, which was absolutely stupid to have done around a rogue with a reputation for leaving women weeping and obsessing after him once he’d finished with them. How could I have done something so stupid when it was obvious he wouldn’t want someone like me?
Men like him didn’t crave skinny, tiny women like me. I knew that, and yet I’d thought maybe he was different. I wasn’t this girl who lost her shit over a male. I was a leader who led forces into battle, yet at the first tidbit of attention, I’d caved like some tavern bitch who took any form of affection they could get. I’d always hated those women because I’d thought they deserved better. But I wasn’t any better than they were. I was so starved for the touch of a male that I’d become just like them. How could I allow that to happen?
Easy.
I was close to the moon phase, which lowered my expectations of what I needed and wanted. At least that was my excuse. Obviously, I’d made a mistake. I wouldn’t make it again.
I awoke to something sending off warning bells in my head. Prying my heavy eyes open, I stared into the wintery eyes of the male who I’d barred entrance into the room. He sat in the very chair I’d used to secure the door, smiling coldly at me.
“Did you enjoy watching me with her?” he asked, and I snorted, turning over to dismiss him coldly.
Torrin ripped the blanket from the bed, and before I could turn over, he slammed his body down on top of me. His hands captured mine,