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Still, we had to try. Just in case.
I’d slipped the empty vial into my pants pocket, hoping that it wouldn’t be too far out of reach at any given moment.
When I arrived, Reyna was sipping from her glass of wine, lounging in her chair in front of the fireplace. Her black satin robe was parted so I could see one leg crossed over the other. Her eyes flicked toward the chair next to her and I took a seat, following her silent command.
“And how are you this evening?”
I rolled my eyes, but in the dim light, there was no way for her to notice. “Your games are tiring.”
She scoffed. “My games? What? Am I not allowed to check in with my favorite guest?”
“I’m feeling fantastic, Reyna. I’m far from home. My family likely believes I’m dead. And every night I’m forced to lie with a woman I despise. There. Are you happy?”
Her long spindly fingers tapped on her glass as she glared at me. “I should’ve cut out your tongue on the first day.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I thought you might have other uses for it.” Her smile was wicked. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. “I’m bored. Entertain me.”
She flicked her wrist, and I immediately felt an unnatural tug on my limbs. A will that wasn’t mine guided my movements. I twisted in the chair so the arm didn’t block Reyna’s view and unbuttoned my pants.
An angry growl rumbled inside me, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. Despite all the siphoning I’d been doing with Emilie, my earth wielding was no use against the vines wrapped around my wrists and ankles. We hadn’t figured out a way to nullify them yet. Even when I siphoned from Emilie, the magical bonds I stole from reforged within minutes.
So I was helpless against Reyna’s desires. I slid my hand into my pants, beneath my underwear, and grabbed my cock. Swallowing the bile in my throat, I began to stroke myself.
Rage and resentment made it difficult to force myself into a state of arousal. The problem was, whenever Reyna grew tired of waiting for me, she usually resorted to some other form of sick torture.
Breaking fingers. Burning marks onto my thighs and back. Slicing the skin right off of my arms. Then she’d heal me just to do it all over again. Giving her a show was the much better option.
So I closed my eyes and swallowed. Desperately thinking of anything other than the dark room I currently occupied with Reyna. I didn’t think of the smell of her fire crackling or the sound of her wine bottle refilling her glass.
I pushed myself to a different time and place. A beautiful pool, glistening in the sunlight in the castle of Renoa. An even more beautiful woman sitting across from me in sensuous bathing clothes that hugged her delicious curves.
I sighed, and my cock stiffened in my palm. Reyna’s robe made a soft swishing sound, but I distracted myself with the thought of Emilie saying my name. The way she had in bed the night before.
The image of the pool returned, and Emilie swam through the water. Her head dipped below the surface and when she rose out of the water, her clothes had disappeared. Droplets traveled down her breasts, rolling over her perked nipples.
She continued to glide through the water toward me until her knees bumped into mine. Then she licked her lips and ran her hands over my shoulders, interlocking her fingers behind my head.
I groaned, feeling moisture at the tip of my cock. My grip tightened as I thrust into my hand. In my mind, Emilie sat in my lap and kissed my neck, sucking on the skin above my collarbone. She gently bit and I squeezed her ass, pressing her hard against me.
I continued rocking my hips, thinking only of Emilie’s cunt sliding along my shaft. My breath was unsteady, and I imagined hers would be the same. She leaned back far enough to look me in the eye while she sank down onto my cock. Her mouth parted, and I held the back of her head, pulling her in to kiss her. To taste her while she moaned in my mouth. Her lips vibrated with the sound of it.
Gods, I wished it were real.
The weight of reality pressed into me and I opened my eyes to find Reyna perched in my lap, just as I had been picturing Emilie. I hissed through gritted teeth.
I opened my mouth to speak, but Reyna pressed a finger to my lips.
“Shh,” she said. “You don’t have to say anything. I know you want this just as badly as I do.”
She wrapped a hand around mine and together we stroked my cock. I snarled, but her lips crashed into mine and the wine that lingered tasted like venom. Bitter and acidic.
She bit my lip, hard enough to draw blood, and I broke the kiss. “Don’t flatter yourself. This isn’t for you.”
Quickly, she reached with her other hand and squeezed my balls, and I writhed in pain.
“All of this is for me, Ladon. Don’t fool yourself. You belong to me.”
