Page 34 of Witch’s Heart

I detangled myself, coming to my knees before straddling his lap. We were both naked and I tried to ignore the feel of his cock pressing against my folds.

I braced my hands on his chest, leaning over him. “Is that what you want, Lord Wielder? Complete control of me? You want me weak for you? You want me helpless and at your mercy? Shackled in Nebrine so that you might do whatever depraved things you wish to my body?”

I tried to ignore the fear rising in my chest as I spoke, as I considered what it would truly mean to be completely and utterly helpless against him. But I couldn’t forget that this was Rixon. That he was the male I loved, the male I relied upon. My bonded.

Rixion’s pupils expanded, swallowing his irises. My words were transforming him. Driving him into a frenzy as his breaths came faster.

“You want to own my cunt, don’t you?” I dragged myself against his length. “You want a way to punish me, truly punish me, whenever you see fit? Draw out my pleasure until I’m sobbing for it like I was last night? Until I’d do anything to be stuffed with your cock?”

“Mina.” He gasped out my name.

Fuck, I felt wicked. So very wicked, talking to him like this. “Well?” I prompted.

I was on my back before I registered the motion. In one brutal thrust, he was inside me with a possessive growl. “That’s exactly what I want, little witch. The question is, are you brave enough to submit?”

“I…I don’t know.”

The truth was, I really didn’t.

He slid out, and then back in, making my inner walls clench with desire. A needy moan fell from my lips as I pictured the scenario. I’d been terrified when his father had captured me. Helpless against the Nebrine shackles stifling my magic.

What would happen if Rixon put them on me and shackled me to his bed—our bed? I shivered. The thought sent equal parts fear and excitement racing down my spine. Gods, I was more fucked up than he was.

Rixon was slow as he pulled out and slid back inside me. “You are mine,” he said. “Your body. Your mind. Your smart little mouth. Your magic. Your soul. Your fucking cunt.” He slid into me again, harder this time. “All mine. Understand?”

“Yours,” I breathed. “All yours.”

But if that was true, then why hadn’t I agreed wholeheartedly to his request?

Rixon rolled his hips, working me. There was nothing rough or extraordinary about how he brought me to orgasm. Just the raw movements of his body and his cock pressing me in all the right places. I didn’t need it rough all the time, and neither did he.

My body shattered right as a heavy fist pounded on the door. Rixon was mid orgasm, groaning, as the disruption continued. “Not now!” he roared, then followed it up with a groan as his body stiffened. He came, warm jets of his seed spilling into me.

“Forgive me, Sire, but⁠—”

“Damn it, Andrei, I’m fucking my lady witch, come back later.”

“Rixon,” I hissed.

“What? They’ll get used to it,” he snapped, clearly pissed.

“A missive from the Citadel, Your Majesty. From the band of witches waiting outside the walls.”

I nearly sobbed with frustration as Rixon pulled out of me, taking that delicious full feeling with him. He was cursing under his breath as he dragged himself from the bed. I flopped back, trying to catch my breath. He hesitated and looked at me. “Aren’t you going to get up?”

“You’re the king—you deal with it.”

“Oh, I don’t think it works like that. Not anymore.”

I squealed as he wrapped his fingers around my ankle and tugged, dragging me to the edge of the bed. “Take your hands off me,” I commanded, using the bond against him.

He was forced to comply and his expression turned wicked. “You want to play games, Mina?”

Before I could answer, his tongue darted out and licked up the length of my calf, stopping at my knee. I groaned. “You didn’t say anything about my tongue. Now, get dressed. We’ve got work to do.”

“Fine,” I groused, blowing a lock of hair out of my face and flopping back for several moments. By the time I stood up, Rixon was already cracking the door open to snatch the sealed parchment from his steward.

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