Pandora's Box - Eve Newton Page 0,1

a fucking steer, so that everyone knows that you belong to me.”

His eyes flash dangerously. “Try it and see what happens,” he rasps darkly.

I can’t resist a challenge. His whole attitude is turning me on badly now after already being lit up by Xavier.

I give him a triumphant smile as I bring the fires of Hell to the hand resting on his neck.

He grunts and drops to his knees as I exert more pressure on him.

“That’s it, baby. Kneel for me. I own you and now everyone will know.”

I pull my hand away and admire my handiwork. A nice big red ‘A’ has been burnt into his skin for all eternity.

“Bitch,” he snarls at me and knocks me off my feet with one swipe of his huge arm.

“Fuck!” I roar as I hit the deck hard and then let out a whoosh of air as he lands on top of me, his face furious.

He fumbles with the zipper on my leather pants, which only riles me up further. I push my hips up, ready for some action, but he slams me back down, with both of his hands. He grabs the top of my pants and drags them down.

The spark in my blood is something that excites me, but at the same time, that teeny tiny pang of fear at the look on his face makes me fight against him.

“Hold still, Princess,” he growls. “You want to brand me? See how you like it when I brand your pussy with my initial and your other lovers have to stick their dick in it knowing that I possess you.”

“Fuck you!” I screech like a banshee. No way is he getting his fucking hands on me, treating me like his bitch.

I struggle underneath him, and I’m seriously impressed by his strength. He has been around since Hell began, as he said, he’s inevitable. But he shouldn’t be able to hold me for long.

With my pants down my thighs, I scream in his face and flame out to my bedroom, only to find to my utter disgust that not only am I still on the floor, but he came with me because he was touching me. What the actual fuck? I can flame out solo even if someone is hanging on to me for dear life.

“Asshole!” I snarl.

“Told you, darlin’, you’re strong but my power is as connected to this place as yours is. Now hold still!”

“Fuck! You!” I shout, squirming to get away from him.

“Annie?” Devlin asks, peering over the side of the bed with a serious case of bedhead affecting his usually careful spiked-up hair. “What? Get the fuck off her!” He climbs off the bed, completely naked, a semi bouncing in front of him.

“Oh no,” Killian says with victory flashing in his eyes as he places his palm over my pussy.

I hiss, arching my back as his hand heats up and the smell of burning flesh hits my nose.

“Bastard,” I growl as he smirks at me,

He removes his hand and I look down to see he has in fact burned a ‘K’ on my mound.

I smirk back. “That’ll be gone in a second.”

He raises his eyebrow at me and looks down.

I wait.

Devlin waits, mouth agape.

It doesn’t heal.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I rant as I get to my feet and drag my pants back up, high enough to walk over to the mirror. “How the fuck?” I stare at my perfect pussy in the mirror that is now branded.

“Tit for tat,” Killian says, sneaking up behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders. “Now we belong to each other in a way that is irrefutable.”

“How?” I ask again, baffled by how he has managed to hurt me.

He kisses the top of my head as the other males, now all fully awake and functional after our tussle, grimace at my reflection in the mirror.

I deftly zip up my pants and turn to face them.

“Glad you’re all awake,” I say, ignoring the branding on the pussy for now. “Shit has hit the fan. We need to talk. Meet me in the Dining Hall in ten minutes.” I give Killian a scathing look. “I’m going to shower.”

I stalk off to the en-suite before anyone has a chance to say anything, and slam the door behind me.

I snap my fingers and stand in front of the mirror naked. I shake my head and then shrug.

Well, I guess he did warn me about seeing what would happen if I branded him. Did he know