I set Zara down on the stone steps of the mansion, ignoring the way she swats at me. I wave my hand, increasingly confident, and open the door, strolling inside and waiting for her to follow before I flick my wrist again and shut the heavy iron doors behind me.
“Did you make your choice?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow, and she steps back. “I won’t be either. I’m not your slave and I’m not marrying you.”
“You’re out of time, kitten. Choose, or I’ll choose for you.”
“Fuck. You.”
The blood weave sparks and I smirk. I didn’t need the excuse and Zara’s words are more than enough of a challenge for me to meet, but the little witch has just walked herself into a world of pain. Maybe pleasure, if she takes everything else like the good girl I want her to be.
I’m fast. Too fast for her.
I spin and grab her long white hair, twisting it sharply as I yank her toward me. Zara screeches, and I ignore her, pulling her with me as I drag her toward the stairs. Her magic flares and mine pushes back, and I’m delighted with how quickly I’m learning to control it now it’s changed.
“You’re hurting me,” she screams.
“Good.”
I spin her despite her protests and Zara’s hands whiten as they push back against the stairs. “Why can’t you be nice?” she hisses.
My spare hand grabs her trousers and starts yanking them down.
“I don’t…” She stops herself and huffs. “Why are you so fucking mean?”
I keep working her trousers down and slide my hand between her thighs. She moans when I catch her clit and the tension in her body eases. Zara’s wet already and it gives away her arousal, even before her hips rock and her breathing changes.
“Because it’s who I am, kitten,” I rasp, my voice a threat whispered in her ear. “Because you like it, Zara. You want a dominant who’ll take you. You need it, you crave it, and it keeps you coming back for more like a good little whore your pussy’s begging you to be for me. You like it rough, and so do I.”
Her hips roll again and my grip eases, although I turn her head so I can see her face as she descends into pleasure.
“You like pain, kitten, and this would be easier if you’d just accept you like the degradation, and then I’d get you off on it.” I lean closer and bite her earlobe, making her moan louder. “You’re a slut for it, Zara. Let me give you what you want.”
She hisses and I don’t know if I love it or hate it.
Silence takes over, and her breathing turns ragged.
“Kitten?”
Her weight shifts. “I hate you.”
Zara bursts into tears, and I almost feel sorry for her. I want to, and that’s almost more shocking than anything else that’s happened in the past few days. She’s breaking apart beneath me and a pang of something that’s sickeningly like empathy clutches at my chest, and I ought to hate the girl for doing this to me. For reducing me to someone who cares. But I do and now she’s shattering in the way I’d hoped she would. In the way I wanted her to. And I just need to push her until she falls apart and gives me what I want
“I…”
Her sobs grow louder as my fingers play with her clit and her pussy drips onto my hand. My cock’s throbbing and as much as I want to fuck her senseless, I know that I can break her now. I can make her mine. And my cock can wait because having this girl give herself to me for an eternity will be so much better than a quick fuck now.
My fingers curl, and she cries as pain spreads over her scalp and pleasure through her body. Zara’s struggling to hold herself together and I slide my thumb over her clit, slipping my fingers inside her pussy. She’s gloriously wet and her cunt clamps down on me immediately, seeking release from the agony of waiting.
“I can’t, Kade.” Her lip trembles and my fingers move inside her. “I can’t. Not after what you did.”
I slide a third finger inside her and she moans.
“You killed my coven, Kade.”
“They deserved it, Zara.”
Her legs kick, and she tries to push up off the floor. My weight holds her down and my magic contains hers when it lashes out. She screams in frustration and tries again, summoning wave after wave of power, each one falling to mine as the blood weave kicks in and tells me what to do. I acquiesce, obeying it as I hold Zara back, refusing to let her beat me.
