For a blank, blinking moment, Maria stared at him — and then she laughed, the sound high-pitched, horrible, nearly a scream. “No, I don’t!” she shouted. “And you don’t! You lied to me and seduced me and trapped me here and played games with me, with mylife! We know nothing of each other, wearenothing to each other, and” — she was shaking, sweating, her body lurching off the bed — “you’re just a fuckingorcand I don’t fuckingcare!”
And what was she saying, where the hell was she going, this room was full of orc, of his judgement, his rising, thundering rage. “No,” he barked at her, and somehow, suddenly he was here, a breath away, looming huge and bloody and menacing over her. “And when I am done with you, wilful woman, you shallnever againspeak so false to me!”
Maria opened her mouth, about to shout something back, anything, needing to hurt him, to make him feel what this felt like —
When out of nowhere, hegrabbedher. Massive, powerful clawed hands gripping tight at her waist, and hurling her down onto her back on the bed. Knocking the breath full out of Maria’s lungs, and even as she choked and flailed for air, Simon’s weight shoved down against her, his huge body pinning her there, his legs roughly knocking hers apart.
“Y-youasshole,” Maria managed, between dragging breaths — and in return he growled at her, his lips pulled back, baring all his sharp teeth.
“No,” he bellowed down at her, so loud it rang in her ears. “No more.”
But Maria couldn’t stop, kicking and writhing up beneath him. Hating him, raging at him, how dare he, he’d ruined everything, she’d ruined everything. “You don’tgetto order me around anymore!” she shouted at him. “You have no right toEnforceme, asshole, as if I’m one of you shitty, sneaky, lying Skai!”
Simon’s bark was almost a roar this time, and one of his huge hands snapped down to circle around Maria’sneck, oh gods. “YouareSkai,” he snarled at her, “and this, youknow!”
And Maria did not, he did not, and she twisted and flailed beneath him, lost in the misery, the devastation, therage. The end of her freedom, of all she’d so desperately longed for, and it was his fault, all his fault, her fault,hysteria—
And then he was there. That hard, leaking, demanding beast, shoving up brutal and uncompromising against Maria’s splayed-open heat. Jolting all else to utter stillness, her breath snatched from her lungs, the rage so close to bursting, flailing and festering beneath the ferocity of his glittering orc eyes.
“You aremine,” he spat, slow, grim, the words shuddering in their strength. “You are Skai. You know this. Youwantthis. You wantme. Ach?”
And Maria might have kept fighting it, could have, would have — if not for that damned fucking question at the end. Asking. Fuckingasking, making her say it, even now, when he knew it was fucking true, heknew. And he was such an asshole and Maria hated him more than life and it was fuckingtrue—
“Yes,” she spat back, biting the word out. “Yes, you lying prick,yes!”
One more grunt from his body above her, smug, satisfied. As the beast between Maria’s legs swelled, flexed, filled with alarming, breathtaking power…
It slammed inside in a single, devastating plunge, carving Maria in two around it. Impaling her, owning her, and her scream shattered through the room, her body thrashing, pushing him, clutching him, craving him.
And in another swift jerk of movement, Simon had both her wrists caught in one huge hand, slamming them to the bed above her head. While his other hand dropped from her neck, long enough to drag its claws deep down the front of her tunic, shredding it into rags, hurling the pieces aside.
It left Maria fully exposed beneath him, skewered full upon him, wearing only her loincloth and dagger. Her breasts peaked and heaving, her nipples so hard as to be almost painful, and Simon’s glinting eyes were pure hungry blackness as he dragged himself out, slow, smooth, torturous…
His slam inside was sheer agony, utter ecstasy. So much to bear, too much to face, and Maria’s invaded heat frantically clamped against him, needing him, hating him, please, more,please—
“Y-you asshole,” she tried again, as he circled his hips against her, vicious, powerful. “You — fucking —”
But the rage only flashed again across those eyes, that beast swelling fuller within her, and one huge hand dropped to pinch at her nipple, hard, painful. “No,” he hissed, as his other hand flexed against her wrists, pinning them harder to the bed. “No more, Skai.”
And gods, Maria loathed him, the fury and the craving swarming and mashing together, and she had to defeat him, strike back, somehow. “Y-you lied to me!” she gasped. “You played — games with me. R-risked my life, and my —”
Another hard pinch at her nipple broke the words into a howl, her body arching beneath him — but there was only the trampling, cursed need for more,more, as strong fingers pinched her again, rolling the peaked, swollen bud between sharp claws.
“No,” Simon hissed again, mocking, taunting, his hips again circling, gouging his beast deep inside. “You shall learn.”
“I won’t learnshitfrom you!” Maria shouted back at him, as she twisted against him, her breath hissing between her teeth. “You lied to me, you used me, you—”
He barked at her again, his eyes blazing, his hand snapping downwards — and wait, wait, that was herdagger. Spinning silver in his fingers, the sharpened blade whirling only a breath away from her skin, and what the hell, he wouldn’t, he wouldnot—
“You wish me to silence you?” he demanded at her. “Teach you to listen?”
And good gods, there should have been only sheer terror, screeching and flashing bright deadly warnings — but the craving was still stronger, all-consuming,everything. And somehow, impossibly, Maria felt herself nodding at him,nodding,needingthis, please —
Simon huffed a grim, satisfied grunt, his invading heat bulging even fuller within her, as his fingers casually shifted on the dagger, dangling it hilt-first over her face. And before Maria could move, shout,think, the smooth, rounded steel hilt met her lips, and sank firm and cold between them.
He was putting adagger-hiltin hermouth?!
But yes, yes, he was guiding it in gentle, purposeful — and when Maria made to spit, writhe, flail back and forth, he only sank it deeper, until the hilt’s blunt end was brushing at her throat, the pommel resting against her quivering lips.Gaggingher, with her own damned dagger?!
