“Such a needy little thing,” Kade growls against my lips. “Your cunt’s dripping for my cock. You’re practically begging me to fuck you. Ask me nicely and I’ll oblige, Zara. I’ll fill you so fucking full of my come that you’ll be leaking for days.”
I shake my head and he grins.
“Beg, kitten,” he growls. “I’ll even let you choose which hole my cock fills first.”
“No fucking way,” I hiss.
Kade laughs low and I don’t like it. “Pretend you don’t want me, Zara. The blood weave will keep building until you can’t take more of its demands. It’ll drive you wild with need and want and by the time you cave, you’ll be ready to do anything I want. Any-fucking-thing. No matter how degrading. No matter how depraved.” His fingernail trails down my face and I shudder as he lowers me onto the floor. “You’ll get off on it too. Do you want that, darling?”
I shake my head frantically, and he laughs again.
“Then I suggest you give in to me before our bond overwhelms you.” His finger slides down my neck and down my center. “And for the last time, darling, my magic didn’t create this. All of this is your fault, and you’re going to suffer the consequences of your actions.”
Kade pulls away and leaves me panting, almost collapsing as my body craves everything his offers. My fingers grip the rocks behind me as I cling on, refusing to throw myself at the man who refuses to give me what I need but don’t want.
“We should get going if we’re not going to fuck,” he sighs, adjusting his cock. “We’ve got a long way to travel.”
I groan and dig my weight into my heels.
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I push onto the wall behind me. “Not until you tell me where we’re going.”
Kade’s head tips back and he laughs until the cave is filled with its riotous sound. His smile is wide and his features carefree and far too easy on the eyes. The warlock’s still dark, still dangerous, still everything I shouldn’t want or let myself have, but somehow he’s impossibly beautiful. It’s as if evil sent him to me and decided to stun me into submission, and I hate myself for lusting after him.
“Follow me,” he says, curling his finger seductively. “I’ll reward you if you’re good.”
My hands curl into fists and I scream, infuriated by his sheer damn nerve. Kade stares at me as I go for it, pretending to be the helpless and hysterical woman he’s so desperate to believe I am. He’s already decided I’m pathetic, and maybe I should be insulted, but I’m not. If he underestimates me, he won’t see the knife coming when I shove it between his ribs.
My screams fade, leaving only the sound of my ragged breathing, and Kade’s lips twitch in the barest hint of a smirk. He doesn’t budge. Doesn’t flinch. He just stares at me, his dark eyes steady and infuriatingly calm, as if none of thisaffects him at all. His presence fills the space, suffocating and undeniable, and I hate how much I feel it.
“Feel better?”
“Not while I’m stuck here with you,” I snap, my voice sharp and venomous.
“Then I suggest we leave,” he snarls. “At least you won’t be losing your shit and stuck in this miserable cave. You can degenerate to your heart’s content while we’re moving—preferably in the opposite direction of civilization, so no one else has to witness a pathetic temper tantrum.”
