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“Gorgeous,” he replies. “Dark. Fitting.”
Before I can think of how to answer him, he wraps his pretty mouth around my hardened cock, just enough to let me feel how hot and tight he is, so he can swirl his expert tongue around the most sensitive part of me until I feel like a live wire, sparking under his spell.
And then he pulls away.
“Corvus,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I love the way you taste. What’s your last name?”
I’m so hard it hurts. I hate what this man is doing to me, but all I can think about is how much more I want.
“En’Diavolo,” I say.
His eyes widen for a second, a spark of recognition in that pale, milky green. “I’ve heard tales of you. I thought you were dead.”
“Because I wanted you to think I was dead,” I reply. “I wanted everyone to think I was dead.”
“Why? You’re so interesting,” he says. “I would’ve loved to talk to you if you had only just come to me. I would’ve even taken you out on a nice date if you’d only told me you were a prince.”
“Fuck off, Keon,” I reply, baring my teeth at him. “If I had come by for a chat, your boss would’ve had me killed on site.”
“I know. And that would’ve been a shame,” he says. “Because you’re so fucking delicious.”
“Fuck,” I say as he spits on my cock. My pants hang halfway down my legs, his fingertips raking along my inner thighs, sending a shiver of electric pleasure up my body.
If my hands weren’t bound, I’d be holding his head in place. But my hands are bound and I’m unable to fucking move, to do anything but hang there at his mercy, my body reacting to every single touch despite my mind fighting him.
I’ve always known Keon is an effective spymaster. The people in my family—in other families—they think he’s disorganized, easy to take down. But since I’ve observed him, I’ve realized that every single one of the people he handles gives him everything, one way or the other.
I’ve heard Keon rarely uses violence. Why would he, when whatever he’s doing seems to be so much more effective?
Once again, anger—jealousy, I think—seems to cloud my judgment. I shouldn’t be annoyed he’s tortured some other people like this, but…this might be insane, but it feels special. Like a secret of our very own.
Maybe it’s just that all my blood is in my cock.
Yeah, that must be it; these thoughts are wild, I wouldn’t have them if Keon wasn’t playing me like a puppet with his weird sex games and his beautiful multicolored eyes.
“If you tell me why you’re here,” he says, still down on his knees, his gaze boring into mine when he speaks. “I’ll keep sucking you off. The more you tell me, the better I’ll make it. Until…”
I writhe my hips forward, trying to catch his mouth, but he just laughs and moves away from me, his hands cupping my testicles and tugging softly at my skin. He knows it’s sensitive, he knows it feels good, but he’s also reminding me of how vulnerable I am to him.
It shouldn’t be this fucking sexy.
I might be Keon’s captive, but that—I know that’s temporary. The shackles on the wall are nothing compared to how I’m shackled to my desire, bound inexorably to him, hot and needy. It also turns me on so much, getting me harder than I think I’ve ever been.
“Why are you coming after Atlas?” he asks softly.
“Because the family thinks you’d be easier to kill.”
“Yes,” he says. “But why areyoucoming after Atlas?”
“We’re not coming after Atlas,” I say. “We’re coming after the en’Ganivets.”
“I thought you wanted peace.”
“Yeah, that’s what we thought too,” I say. At this point, I have nothing to lose by playing all my cards. “But then we realized you have something we want more than that.”
He smirks. I’m glad he feels triumphant. It won’t last long. “And what’s that?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Keon? Brides.Women.”
