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“I was faithful to you,” he growls. “Give me his name. I’m going to wipe him from the face of this earth.”
“His name is mind your own business, Uncle Kristian.”
He seizes my shoulders and pushes me onto my back, and then parts my legs and settles my thighs around him. “It is my fucking business. You better not be telling me lies.”
He trails his middle finger down through my sex, and I grasp his strong wrist with a gasp. “What are you doing?”
“Finding out for myself.” Uncle Kristian’s eyes flick to my face, and then he pushes his thick finger slowly inside me. His expression is intent and he feels around my tight channel carefully before pushing deeper.
Uncle Kristian’s mouth falls open. He drags his finger out and then pushes his ring finger in to join it, sending pleasure blazing through my core.
Oh, Jesus. I reach behind me and press my hands against the headboard, needing the stability so I don’t fly off into space. Even furious with me, even though he’s not trying to give me pleasure but checking whether I kept myself intact for him, the intrusion of his fingers feels amazing.
“What the fuck?” he growls through his teeth, staring at his fingers buried to the third knuckle inside me. Then he pulls them out and stares at them gleaming wetly in the darkness, turning his hand over to check both sides.
“What are you looking for?” I know what he’s looking for. I just want him to go on hunting for something that’s not there.
“For…” He trails off, presses a hand to my hip bone, and shoves his fingers inside me again, faster and harder this time, then pulls them out and glares at them.
My back arches and I cry out. Panting, I beg him, “Please don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop?” he snarls. “Don’t stop?You’re enjoying this while my whole fucking world is crumbling down? There’s no blood on my fingers, Zenya.” He leans over me with both hands braced on either side of my head. If he were a dragon he’d be breathing fire. “Who was he?”
His brows are bunched together at the bridge of his nose. His eyes are flashing. His jaw is flexing. God, he’s sexy when he’s angry.
And jealous.
And unhinged.
I lick my lips and arch my back. “Are you sure it doesn’t make me bleed? Maybe you should try again. Harder. Deeper.”
Uncle Kristian growls in frustration and pushes both hands through his hair. “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him. How old were you? Sixteen? Seventeen? I waited when I could have made you mine years ago. I fuckingwaitedand some piece of shit got to you behind my back.”
I wrap my legs around his hips, capture his shoulders in my hands, and drag him down to me. “You shouldn’t have left me then,” I seethe in a whisper.
Payback is so, so sweet.
His eyes narrow. “I can’t believe you’re enjoying this.”
Why would I be enjoying Uncle Kristian being torn to pieces by something that happened because he walked out on me?
It’s a mystery.
“Tell. Me. Who,” he growls.
“No.” I lick his lips with the tip of my tongue, goading him, hungry for what he might do next.
With his silvery hair falling into his eyes, he shifts down the bed, pushes my thighs apart, and rams his fingers into me again. I yelp at his forceful intrusion and cling to his biceps as he thrusts with his arm, finding a spot inside me that feels like a gateway to heaven and working it mercilessly.
“Give me his name.”
“I’ll never tell,” I manage between desperate pants.
He blasts me with his fingers, ramming them deep and dragging them back and forth over the spot behind my clit. Everything’s sliding out of control, and then he dips his head and lashes his tongue over my clit.
“Tell me who it was. I won’t stop until you give me his name. If you thought two orgasms were too many at the party, I’m about to fucking wreck you.”
The pressure feels intense.
