“No?” I say, soft and taunting, letting the word stretch between us like a blade poised to strike. “You think chaos doesn’t call to chaos, Zara? You pushed back against my magic and instead of surrendering you let your thoughts and actions become disordered. You lost control and your power bound itself to mine, seeking control and order and reason in the madness you’d created. You did this, darling. Accept this mess is of your making.”
She stops, and her spine straightens. “Your power bound mine. You did this, Kade. Don’t you dare blame me for this.”
I turn and step closer, enjoying her momentary fear. I lean down, near enough that her breath mingles with mine, and I let a sliver of my own power press against her. Enough to remind her of who she’s dealing with, enough to provoke her further.
“I’ll blame you for whatever I like,” I murmur, my voice as smooth and sharp as a polished dagger. “Because whether you want to admit it, this bond wouldn’t exist if your magic wasn’t broken, wild, and completely untethered. Just like you.”
Her hand snaps out before I can stop her, and the sharpcrack of her palm against my cheek rings through the air. It stings, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I laugh and its low, dangerous sound only fuels her anger further.
“Feel better?” I ask, my tone laced with mockery.
“Not even a little,” she spits, her chest heaving as she glares up at me, a tempest contained in mortal form. Her other hand whips out, striking my other cheek and sending another burst of searing pain shooting through me. I laugh a second time and Zara’s eyes burn so damn bright that they’re dazzling as our eyes meet and both of us refuse to look away.
For a moment, we’re locked in a silent war, the blood weave thrumming between us, feeding off the clash of our wills. Her magic stirs faintly, just a whisper, but I catch it. She’s hiding more than she lets on, and the realization makes my blood hum.
Good. I’ll let her think she’s still in control. Let her think she’s playing me. It’ll be far more interesting when she realizes she never stood a chance and her torment will taste so fucking sweet. Too damn sweet.
“Darling,” I muse.
Zara’s eyes narrow, and she dares to move her head toward me.
“Give me what I want and you can have anything you want.” My head tilts as I inhale deeply. “Beg for it, kitten. I know you want it. I can feel it.” I lick my tongue down her face and the little slut shudders in pleasure. “I can smell it too. Your cunt’s so wet that I could slide into it in seconds. You feel better after a damn good fucking.”
“You’re so vile,” she hisses.
“I know, kitten. But you can’t get enough of it. Now get on your fucking knees and beg for my cock.”
Her knees bend, and my dick quivers as she almost obeysme. Zara thought about it and then stopped herself, and I’ve never wanted anything more. I want her on her fucking knees and I’m going to make her do disgusting, demeaning things before I let her come. The little witch I own is going to learn her place, and I’ll have her trained to please me in a matter of hours. Days at the most.
“On. Your. Knees.”
Zara whimpers and I want to eat that sound. I want to swallow all the noises she makes, all her moans and cries, her pleas for mercy and her screams as she comes. Her anger burns hotter and all it does is make the knot inside me tighten, tangling up my needs and wants until there’s no way to free myself from them. Or her.
She sways and my hand finds her arm, giving her the nudge down she needs. Zara’s knees hit the ground and I slide my fingers through her silver hair, taking a firm grip in case she tries anything. She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’m doing anything other than controlling every second of what comes next, and she’ll like it or she’ll learn to if she knows what’s good for her.
I tip Zara’s head back, and she doesn’t fight me. Her eyes lock onto mine and I decide they’re going to stay staring up at me as I fuck her face.
“Open, kitten.”
Her jaw ticks and the emerald green sparks with defiance. Her fight is more than I dared to dream I’d find, and the girl I hate gives me everything I ever craved as I fumble with my fly. I’m increasingly impatient and my cock’s dripping with precum by the time I yank it free from my trousers.
I tighten my grip and Zara parts her lips.
“Wider, kitten,” I growl. “My cock’s far from small and I’m going to fuck your pretty little throat.”
She tries to toss her head and I smirk, certain I know why.
“Don’t worry, Zara. I’ll be coming in your cunt after I’ve come down your throat.” I run my cock over her lips and the tip of her tongue plays with my dick. “I’m not the kind of guy who comes just once. Now fucking open wide and suck my dick like a good slut.”
My fingers pull hard as I ram my cock forward and she doesn’t even fight me. Zara surrenders and lets me slide inside her mouth, and I don’t give her the chance to adjust to my size. I groan as I sink into her and I’m damn sure I’ve found a good use for her mouth and I’m going to repeat this.
Often.
She gags and I thrust in again, barely giving her time to catch her breath. I move as I want, ignoring her moans as my cock slides down her throat. This feels too fucking good to stop and my hips move roughly as my hand holds the girl kneeling beneath me in place.
Her fingers dig into my thighs and the pain is a sharp surge that awakens me from the trance I almost succumbed to. Her nails bite and the pain pulls me back from the ecstasy I’m chasing and I smirk, knowing it’s helping me hold off my climax. It’ll make me last longer and that means I can take more pleasure and fuck her mouth harder.
I ram my cock into her, and her hand taps my thigh. She’s asking me to slow down and I won’t. I can’t. I’m not the type to listen and her moans turn higher pitch as she tries to pull back.
