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The sound he made in his throat was of satisfaction, an Alpha pleased that he had been the first—the only one. “Why?”
“To see what it’s like… that’s all.” It annoyed her that deep within was a preening pleasure at his satisfaction.
His hand left her and he stroked himself again. “You opened wide and let me lick and suck you.”
Naya almost sobbed at the memory.
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?”
“No. I did.”
A rough tongue ran over her slit, and she moaned, pushing her ass up more, rotating her hips to give him better access. He sucked and licked so gently, she writhed for more pressure. He hummed. “So good. Why would you want to deny me this?”
“I-I…” Naya tried to shake off the arousal. “You don’t treat me well,” she whispered. “I could never love a man like you.”
The tongue froze. With a roar, he flipped her back over a climbed over her. A cold fury gripped him and he caged her in, pinning her with his gaze. “Is that so, princess? When this is all over, and I have killed everything else you love, we shall see.” His nose flared and his eyes roamed her face. “I treat you the best I can in the circumstances, but you are in denial. You will never escape me, tmot zia. I will have you no matter what. But… if you want to have free reign in the city, I can give you that. But you have to pay the price."
Naya eyed him. "What do you mean?"
"If you want to be able to go anywhere in the city without my guards following you and without the fabric, then I can arrange that. But the price is high and I would advise you to stay in your room.”
“What is the price?”
“Your face.”
Naya narrowed her eyes at him. That sounded ominous. “My face?”
Akoro nodded.
Her face for her freedom to get back home and warn Papa. That seemed worth it. She wasn’t exactly a celebrated beauty. “All right.”
Akoro drew a dagger from his belt and approached her.
Naya froze. "What are you going to do?"
"If you accept you’re mine, this won't matter," Akoro said. "I’m giving you one more chance.”
Naya nodded. Whatever he was about to do, it wouldn’t change how badly she wanted to go home. "Go ahead," Naya said.
Grabbing the crown of her head, he pushed her head back, glaring at her as he held up the dagger to her face.
Naya's eyes flitted between his eyes and the dagger, but she said nothing.
He pressed the tip of the dagger against the back of her right cheek and then sliced along her face all the way to her mouth. The sharp pain flared across the cut, followed by a cooling sensation. The second cut was a little higher. This time it burned, like the blade was heated. The third was a little higher than that. Her face was tingling when he finished but she couldn’t feel any blood.
When he released her, Naya pressed her fingers to her face, but her skin was smooth; she couldn't feel any cut from the blade. She looked up at Akoro. "What was that?"
“Come," Akoro said. He took her through the corridors, up into the palace, into his bedroom. It looked just as grand and majestic as she remembered, and even stranger with him in it.
He led her to the mirror, but when she leaned forward to examine her face there was no sign of any cuts.
"I don't see anything," she said.
"I know. You won't. Tell me where you wanted to go.”
Naya ignored him, trying to figure out what he’d done.
He grunted. “I’m going to the ruins,” he said. “You will stay here and watch the mirror. When I come back, I expect you spread and wet, and waiting to give me every inch of your cunt before I go and kill your father and claim your empire."
