“They were family, you fucking cunt,” she screams, her anger and frustration coming out in an explosive roar of anger. “You took them from me and I hate you for it.”
It’s time to tell her.
It’ll break her, but it’s time.
It’s time to hurt her, and I’m going to enjoy every goddamn second of it. I probably should have told her this earlier, but I was saving this for when I needed it. The time to use information is when it’s the most effective, and right now, in this moment, Zara’s completely unprepared for the devastation I’m about to unleash. She will hate this and it’ll hurt her, but she’ll come through this and then she’ll never be the same again.
“They might have been family, but they weren’t acting in your interests, kitten. Your coven was using you, Zara, siphoning your power for their own use. They’d been stealing your magic and they were planning on trading you to heighten their power. You’d have been bound to a warlock, without any voice.”
She shakes her head, and the outburst of power is almost uncontainable. Almost, but not quite, and it takes all my sorcery and the blood weave to withstand the explosion. Paintings shake, furniture moves and the mansion withstandsZara’s magic only because it was built to endure potent, visceral magic.
My fingers curl forward, finding her G-spot, and she cries out again. Tears stream down her face and she looks so fucking pretty as she shatters into a thousand little pieces as I hold her down. She’s broken and I let her hair go, delighted as she shakes her head and pounds her fists on the floor, trying to fight against the inevitability of this truth.
Her arousal soars, and so does mine. Zara’s struggling to process all the emotions and sensations, and her pain is exquisite. It’s divine. It’s so damn sweet I want more of it, and my cock jerks with every whimper and sob as my excitement threatens to break into something uncontrollable.
“Come for me, Zara,” I hiss.
“I fucking hate you,” she screams as her cunt clenches on my fingers.
“Come like my good fucking slut.”
She shakes her head and I roll her over, grabbing her throat with my hand. I shove my fingers back inside her roughly, thrusting hard and fast, determined to make her come.
“You. Are. Mine. Zara.”
Her pussy clenches and her legs shake as she fights against the pleasure I’m building inside her. Zara’s getting off on her predicament, and even though she’s breaking, the part of her that likes degradation is growing harder and harder to hold back.
“I’m…”
She sobs and the sadist in me eats it up, craving every ounce of pain she’ll give me. I’m on the verge of losing control and I love it, feeding off her agony and using it to heighten my arousal. I’m going to fuck her senseless tonight, but I want herto come despite all the pain and hurt I’m inflicting. I want her to come for me, and only me. Here. Now. Even as this torture hurts her.
“Come, or I’ll fuck you until you bleed.”
Her white hair ripples as she shakes her head, biting her lip as her body moves against me. She’s trying and the hurt and despair swell, spreading into me through our connection and it’s a high I never want to come down from. I push her harder and Zara moans with every exhalation, now searching for an orgasm to soothe her pain. She wants the relief and craves its bliss, and I won’t deny her this time.
At other times, yes.
But not here. Not now. Not when she’s broken and pleasure will tempt her to give herself to me.
“Come, kitten.” I press on her G-spot and my thumb circles her clit. “Come or I’ll brand you.”
She’s afraid, and her fear is potent. It’s startling and I love it. I’m going to enjoy playing with it over and over, feeding off it for my pleasure. But now, I need her to climax and I grin as the girl beneath me writhes and trembles, no longer able to control what’s happening to her. I flick my thumb over her clit and she shatters beautifully, coming so fucking hard her pussy almost suffocates my fingers.
Zara screams and cries as I stretch her orgasm out, rubbing the small of her back with my free hand. She shudders and fear pulses through her as she shakes and pleasure washes over her.
I let her rest, pulling out of her and licking my hand clean. Her glassed-over eyes stare up at me as I suck every drop of her off my fingers, almost as if she’s never seen a man do this before. Gods, she’s intriguing, and I look forward to exploring all of her as I taunt and tease her.
She pants and I smirk, waiting until she regains asemblance of consciousness.
“The world isn’t black and white, Zara. Your coven had already betrayed you. They’d already made a deal, kitten. They’d traded you to a warlock. You might hate me for killing them, but I saved you from them.”
Zara knows I’m not lying. She can feel it through our connection, as viscerally as I feel her agony and humiliation. Her tears start flowing again, turning to torrents as they mar her face and make her even more beautiful.
“You’re mine, kitten. We’re getting married. End of fucking discussion.” I stand and watch her lip tremble as she holds herself. “Our rooms are on the top floor. Pull yourself together and make your way up there.”
I walk off, leaving her sobbing at the bottom of the stairs. Her wails echo around us and they’re a cacophony of hurt that I’ll always want to hear. Their chorus plays on a loop, cascading around me as I abandon her to her tears, certain she’ll follow—and not because of the blood weave.
Zara’s broken and she’ll need aftercare, and I’ll give it to her on my terms. Only on my terms. She can have whatever she needs and wants, just as soon as she accepts her place and finds me. I won’t make her beg and I won’t gloat, but she has to give me what I crave and the revelation about her coven has left her with no choice but to come crawling to me.
“Our rooms, Zara,” I yell as I keep going. “Whenever you feel like dragging your sorry ass off that fucking staircase.”
I listen to her cries as they hit soprano notes as her suffering increases and her sobs become hysterical. My hand finds my cock and I start fisting it, easing my discomfort as I convince myself Zara’s pain is necessary. The truth has hurt her and now she needs to come to terms with it, even if that causes her more pain. She needs to go through this and she’s strong enough to come out the other side, and I walk into myrooms, certain that she’ll be ready to take her place when she joins me.
The girl crying on the stairs is enduring the agony of transformation. She’s burning in her crucible as her metamorphosis takes hold, and soon she’ll be something truly special. She’ll be mine too, and I stroke my cock, relieved I’ve found a way to bring us together.
