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“More.” He finally rumbled when I did not move. His finger slid away enough to piston back up into me.

It took precious moments of me being overwhelmed for my hips to get tired of not moving and find a rhythm with him. Swinging back to plunge his fingers deeper.

The tension coiled between us as I rocked against his hand, chasing the cliff of the orgasm. When his fingers pulled away too far, my legs wrapped around him and drew him back in. I wouldn’t let him stop. I wanted him. I didn’t remember when I started wanting him, but I wanted him now, and that was all that mattered to me. All I could think was of him, his scent, his touch, the divinity in the way he was making my body curl tight in around itself and around the ball of pleasure he was building within me.

“Sóna . . .” he moaned as I fucked myself down on the leather of his gloves.

With every pull back, I could feel the friction of the soaked leather plunging back up into my depths.

My name sounded like music on his lips, an aria of lust that would never fade into eternity. I was so close, a single razor-thin hair between falling into the dream world of an orgasm awash in the scent of my blood, his musk, wet leather, and the metallic tang of hot metal.

“Fuck,” he groaned and leaned into me, the linen of his shirt rubbing against my nipples shooting arrows of delight through my mind.

“Fuck me, Raven. Fuck me harder,” I begged into a growl of my own.

The command went straight to my hips, and I threw my head back as a wild fury rode my spine. Frenzied for him, frenzied for this, I rode his hand with every ounce of muscle I could manage, tightening and pulsing against his slightly curled firmness. I needed to feel every last inch of his fingers. I wished it was his flesh against mine, but that wish was something for another day.

I was shaking with the unheeded need to come. It was an effervescent snake coiled tight around my brain, squeezing any and every bit of thought from me as I slammed my hips down harder and harder into the palm of his leather-clad hand.

Pain slid between me and pleasure as he gripped the base of my long hair and pulled back. “You want to be fucked, little bug? I’ll fuck you hard enough to stamp my name on your soul.” He growled viciously as his fingers speared up into me.

That sent me over the edge. Just a few words, and I was sailing into a night sky, stars bursting behind the black velvet of midnight as my thighs gripped down hard on his back. I went still as the orgasm washed through me.

A dirty laugh fell from his lips. “Oh, no, little bug, you don’t get to come that easy.” His fingers curled and hooked on my G-spot, the thumb of his glove pressing into my clit as he kept thrusting. The sensation was too much. It was too big. But he kept fucking me, kept pressing down, letting the texture of the soaked leather glide over the too sensitive bundle of nerves.

“S-Stop! Too—too much!”

“Too bad. Fucking take it. Scream for me, Sóna,” he bit back as he kept plunging deep into me. He was possessed, brutal, vicious . . . and I loved it.

The stars of my orgasm gave way to supernovas, and I did just that, screaming at the top of my lungs, as it grew too powerful. It took over everything that I could claim as my own. It remade me into a throbbing, pulsing wanton ball of nerves firing into the night. It filled me up and left no room for anything but the overwhelming and unending euphoria crashing over me as I drowned in the sea of it.

It seemed to go on forever, one orgasm rolling into another, my pussy burning from the ache of his fingers and the ache from my clenching muscles. It was sweet sublime saturation. I thought pain had danced with pleasure before, but here was the true ballet, the two lovers hand in hand as the orgasms turned painful.

He purred a self-satisfied sound as my body trembled against him, my legs losing all sensation and strength. He slowly slid the drenched leather glove from my depths and lowered my feet to the floor. The vacuum left cut straight down to the core of me. I needed him back again. I needed to touch him. To feel his heat inside of me again.

The glove that had been in my hair grazed my check tenderly, stopping at my chin to tilt my head up. In the pitch black around us, I wished I could see his face, as I had the distinct feeling he could see mine.

“In all my years, I have not seen something so beautiful as you, fucked brainless and dripping for more.” His lips were so close to mine we were sharing the same breath. I tried to push up to kiss him, but his grip held firm, preventing me from moving. “Rest. We will commence soon.”

“Wha-What?”

He was gone, all heat and sensation of him disappeared in a puff of smoke. “You didn’t think I’d fuck your brains out and be done with you, did you, Cricket? You killed a King. Your interrogation has barely started. I will have my answers one way or another.”

“I didn’t kill anyone!”

“The cuffs don’t bite because His Majesty still draws breath. Pray to whatever god you still worship, Cricket, that that never changes”—his pitch turned down into a whisper—“for both our sakes.”

Chapter 26

Iwas left there for what seemed like days. Twisting and exhausted. In that strange black limbo that no light could ever penetrate, not even twisting shapes of shadows could be picked from the depths of the darkness. The sound of something wet dripping, far off behind me, drove me nuts. Its consistent splattering against the dark, dank stone was all that broke the unbearable silence.

The grinding of stone against metal sounded like angelic trumpets every time he came and went. And he came and went often. Always the same pattern, an endless cycle of him asking me questions about the King’s assassination, which led to personal questions, which then led to him fucking me senseless all under laced with the exquisite viciousness of his knife carving pieces into me.

He would never just touch me, though. He would never hold me. He would never kiss me. His words buried themselves deep into my heart and dug thorns into it to prevent them from wriggling loose.

I could watch you come for me for hours.

Nothing looks better than your pussy split wide for me.