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“Good,” Annick said. “I want to be the first. You were my first. Let me be yours.”
“There have been many women.”
“But none of them have met the real you, have they? No one has. Not your family...and even with me you hold back.”
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sp; “I saw the dungeon that you lived in for all of your life. I feel sorry for you. I pity you. I would never put you in an even more pitiable position by exposing you to everything I am.”
“And me, I’m not fragile. You know what I’ve seen. The same things you have. The life of the ones I love drained away right before my eyes. How could you think that I am someone who needs to be protected from monsters? Maybe I am a monster as well. Maybe we all are, given the right circumstances. Maybe that is the real secret. That we are all of us capable of anything if pushed. I kidnapped a man and dragged him across the world in spite of the fact that I spent many years being held prisoner. You would think I would not be able to do so, but I did. When feeling desperate. Because we are all human. We just lie, all the time, about what it means to be human.”
“This is your final warning.”
He could feel the beast within pulling at the chains. He would give her something to be afraid of if she wasn’t careful.
“I do not do what I’m told anymore.” And then she unzipped that wedding gown and let it fall to the floor, revealing her bare, pale body, so fragile and lovely. Soft. Calling to everything that was dark and rough and hideous within him.
He wanted to devour her. Consume her. Make her his own. Utterly and completely. His captive.
His Queen. Did she understand that he was no better than those men that had held her for all those years? She didn’t seem to care. She was foolish for him, and it made him angry as much as it satisfied him. He had no real consistency when it came to her, and that bothered him most of all. He didn’t know what face to wear, what mask. And that resulted in this feeling that he had no mask at all. A fate that terrified him most of all.
“Give me your darkness.”
“No.”
“It is in our vows. And I will add to them. Give me your darkness and I will be your light.”
“You need all the light you have. If you have any yet remaining inside of you...”
“I will give it how I wish. It is not exhaustible.” She reached out and touched his face. “And when it is put up against the darkness, the light wins, Maximus. Every time.”
“Annick...”
She pressed her body against his, her face determined. “Take me. Make me yours. You. Whoever he is. The King. Maximus. Someone in between. Or someone much further in the dark. I want to be yours. In a way that no one else ever has been. I want to know you. All of you.”
“I have blood on my hands,” he said.
“If that is so, let me see it. If that is so, let me decide if I’m strong enough.”
“I would spare you.”
“Life has not spared me. I was never innocent. You know this. I was created as something strong enough to handle you. Do not dishonor that. Do not dishonor my pain by trying to protect that which is not there.”
He growled, unable to resist. Unable to stop himself now. It was done. The thing inside of him loosed. And he grabbed her face, gripped her chin and held her steady as he lowered his head for a kiss. As he consumed her. Claimed her as his own. As he made her his.
She gasped, arching against him as they kissed.
“I want you to be my prisoner now,” he said. “How do you like that? How would you like it?” He kissed her neck, all the way down her delicate throat, where he bit her. And she gasped. “Mine. What does that make me? A man who would take you prisoner all over again.”
“But I would choose it.” She put her hands in front of her, holding her wrists together. And he wrenched his tie from his neck and bound her quickly. Efficiently. A kick of desire ran through him as he saw her like that. A willing supplicant bound for his every desire.
“To your knees.”
She obeyed, and he felt... Like there was a knife pressed against his flesh. Pushing deep. Pushing him to see how far he could go. How far he could take this. He began to disrobe. Removing his shirt. Removing the rest of his clothes slowly. Determinedly.
And she knelt there, a pair of white lace panties across her hips, and that black tie a dark slash against her pale wrists.
“Take me into your mouth.”
