you can have them back,” he grunted, glaring at me. His stare dipped to my tongue, darting out from between my lips, licking over the swollenness he’d created.
“You’re a bastard. You know I’m basically your bitch because you have my brother, yet you still won’t trust me. Scared I might best you and leave you nothing more than a corpse for the monsters of your bastard king’s kingdom to feast upon?”
Torrin snorted, trudging toward me. The look sparkling in his eyes caused my heart to kick up, speeding rapidly until the thudding of it echoed in my head. He stopped in front of me, and I stepped back, turning to move away from him. I couldn’t think with him close to me, like the moment he was near, all coherent thought was sucked out of my head and replaced with dark pleasure that had no right to be there or surging through my veins.
I made it less than a step away from Torrin before he gripped a handful of my hair, jerking my body against his. He walked me backward, forcing me up against the wall, searching my face before locking his gaze to mine.
“Get the fuck off me,” I hissed coldly. “You have no right to touch me unless I say otherwise. Don’t think me sucking you off gives you any control over me. I know your kind, and I don’t care for them or you, one little fucking bit.”
Torrin froze in place, dragging his eyes to my lips before lifting them to hold my stare prisoner. His nostrils flared as we stood silently glaring at one another. His hand lifted without warning, pushing against my throat while his mouth crushed against mine. He consumed me, fucking my mouth with his tongue without warning. A husky moan slipped from my lungs, only to be captured by his starving lips.
His tongue plunged, caressed, and speared into my mouth like he was using his cock instead of his tongue. Taking my breath away, he fed it back to me while his hand tightened against my throat, forcing the air to dry up. His knee pushed against my apex, and I whimpered with what little breath he’d left me. My hands rose to his chest, and he pulled back, capturing them with one hand in a hard grip above my head.
Wintery eyes held mine, and he smiled cruelly. “You suck good dick, bitch. I didn’t assume it changed anything between us, other than you allowing me to use your needy throat to plunge my cock into,” he laughed icily, brushing his nose against the shell of my ear. “You don’t know me or my kind. I’m the monster who enjoys making pretty girls scream and cry while they writhe in pain beneath me as I fucking devour their souls. You fight me, and it turns me on. Thank you for sucking cock like the good, dirty little bitch you are. Don’t assume that it changes shit between us. You’re my captive; I’m the one in charge. For the record, the only control you will ever have over me will be the control I allow you to think you have at that moment. Like when you sucked me off. You held no power, Lexia. You just thought you did because I allowed you to think it was possible. It isn’t,” he uttered, scorching my earlobe with his heated breath. His teeth nipped at it, tugging it before he moved his head to run his nose against my cheek.
My chest rose and fell with anger. I wanted two things to happen. I wanted this prick to suffer before he left this world, and I wanted him to fucking own me inside and out, leaving me dominated in a broken pile of need that would never be completely whole again.
“Now, do as you’re told, so I don’t have to punish you.” Torrin brushed his lips against mine, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, playing with it teasingly while running his tongue over the swollen tissue.
Releasing it, he stepped back all at once, which I hadn’t expected. My knees gave out, and I slid to the floor at his feet, staring up at him through defiant eyes that imagined him pitted and roasting over an open flame.
“Finish getting ready. I’d get off your fucking knees. You look entirely too perfect on them. You’re making my dick hard, bitch.” He turned on his heel, moving toward the bed once more.
I stood without warning, moving toward him.