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I laugh, even though it hurts. I shouldn’t have underestimated my mother, and neither should this guy. He kicks me again, sending another jolt of pain through me.
“I’m going to string you up for my whole coven to see. Then I’m going to give Rose the honour of choosing your death.”
My features harden at the mention of her name. She betrayed me, but I don’t think she’s sadistic enough to kill me. I think she cares about me.
No, she doesn’t. She was trying to escape you, idiot.
“It’ll be a wedding gift,” he continues, making my fist squeeze into a tight ball.
“She’s too good for you,” I say in a husky voice before spitting out a mouthful of blood.
He slams his elbow into my back, and I cry out in agony. “Do you have a hard-on for Rose or something? She is beautiful, but you’ll never get to touch her.” He grits his teeth.
“She’ll never accept you as her husband,” I say, hoping it’s true. I don’t want anyone but me to touch her, even if she doesn’t want me. I’m as bad as this guy. Rose should be with someone who can love her and give her the things she deserves. The Wolfbane leader isn’t right for her. He won’t be able to get her pulse racing or her pussy wet. Rose needs my kind of darkness.
“Living in your fairy-tale land has gone to your head. In the real world, Rose will love my rough, working hands all over her body and my alpha cock pleasing her pussy.”
Red clouds my vision. I swipe my legs under his, knocking him to the ground.
It’s his turn to laugh. “You’re pathetic. If you tell me where your mother is, I’ll let you watch me ravish Rose.” He cackles like I’d consider the offer.
I go to grab him, but he’s faster. He kicks me before getting to his feet. “Leave Rose alone,” I say.
“At least I know your weakness now. Sleep tight, little prince.”
He leaves me in my cell, which is really a makeshift jail on a horse wagon. There’s no point trying to call out for help. I’m firmly in enemy territory, and no one here seems to give a damn about me.
I turn onto my side, feeling a sharp pain in my ribs. If I want to survive, I need to find a way out of here, but all I want to do is rest. I close my eyes and continue to breathe through my injuries. Sleep eventually consumes me, and I welcome the break from reality.
* * *
A warm, damp cloth against my face awakens me. “Shhh,” a voice soothes. “I don’t want anyone to hear us.” She sounds like an angel. Am I dreaming?
“I don’t need any help.” I wince.
She wipes my brow, and I stare up at my beautiful Rose. “Can’t you just admit for once I should be the one making the decisions?”
She runs the water over my dry lips. I hadn’t realised how thirsty I was. She seems to understand my need and pours more water into my mouth. I start to choke and she pats me on the back. The pain makes me cry out. “Look what happens when I give you too much freedom. I end up locked up, beaten up, and starving. At least I gave you a warm bed and a belly full of food,” I say once I can talk again.
“Yes, well, maybe I’ve made mistakes just like you.”
“This isn’t what you wanted?” Even in this darkest hour, I still have hope she’ll choose me.
“Did I want my lover in jail and an arranged marriage to a man old enough to be my father? Do I want my sister to hate me or a curse broken so someone else can hold an iron fist over me?” She sounds angry, and she presses down on my chest a little too hard. I wince again, making her gasp. “Sorry.”
“So you don’t want to marry the dunce that beat me up?” I know her answer, but the tiny doubt in the back of my mind leaves me insecure. She has no reason to pick me over her people.
She answers me with a kiss, and my dick instantly hardens. I don’t care how much pain it causes as I lift to meet her lips. “I don’t want him,” she says.
“And what about me?” I ask before kissing her again.
“If anyone catches us, they’ll kill you.”
“They’re going to kill me anyway.” I wrap my hand into her soft hair, pulling her closer.
She unfastens my trousers and grips my dick, giving it a squeeze. My hand finds the edge of her skirt, and I pull it up. “I need you,” she says.
She slides her panties to the side and lowers herself onto my erection. Pain rips through me, but I don’t want her to stop. She tries to be careful as she rides me, but I need more. I thrust my hips up, loving the soft moans leaving her lips. My need to please her dilutes my pain. We take what we need from each other, enjoying the pleasure. I come too quickly and hate when she leaves my body. She straightens her clothing and kisses me one last time.
