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“Your name.” Her chest is already heaving, and I’m having a hard time focusing anywhere but on her tits. Fuck, her sinful body is all I’ve been able to think about after I exposed her with my blade the other night.

After I saw her puckered nipples in the moonlight as she came so hard I could hear the cries outside her window.

“If you’re going to ruin me–” She’s practically panting as her fingers twitch at her side, and I’m not certain if she’s thinking about reaching out toward me. “I should know your name.”

I tilt my head, considering this. I do want to hear my name on her lips, her voice raw with her screams as she tells the whole manor who it is that’s bringing her so much pleasure.

But I like being her mystery man, the nameless shadow that follows her around. I’ve noticed how haunted she’s looked and heard little snippets of what she’s muttered to herself as I watch her. She thinks she’s going crazy.

She’s already pushed me there.

No, I decide. I quite like my little liar on the verge of insanity, ready to tumble over with me.

“I am your worst nightmare,” I growl, leaning even closer. My cock grows hard as a slight shiver wracks her body. “A shadow that clings to you.” I tilt down until my nose coasts along hers. “That scares you doesn’t it, little liar? That someone so dangerous, someone completely nameless, can turn you into a puddle of need.”

Neveah’s mouth parts like she’s going to answer me, but she doesn’t. I decide I don’t care much for that.

My hand flies up, gripping her jaw and pressing lightly on her throat. I force her lips further apart, pulling her toward me. “I asked a question,” I snarl. As seconds of silence tick by, I grow more agitated. My fingers dig in tighter. “I’ll make good use of this mouth if you won’t.”

I’m surprised by the arousal that flits through her features. It should turn me on to know that she would so eagerly hit her knees, but instead, my twisted mind wonderswhy. Why would she want that? Is it something she’s used to? Has someone else touched her?

Has Rhiucra?

Blinding rage like I’ve never known tears up my body, and I suddenly have the urge to snap her jaw right now. Let’s see anyone touch Neveah when she’s unusable.

“Yes,” she whimpers out as her bones threaten to snap under my pressure.

I slide my fingers down just a little so that I’m gripping her throat instead. “Yes, what?”

“It scares me…” She swallows hard, and I make sure I’m allowing her oxygen. Just a little. “How much you turn me on.”

Heat scorches up my spine and claws at my throat, but I don’t give in to it. Her words sound too perfect, almost as if they are rehearsed.

I slam her back into the wall, and she gasps, her hands coming up to clutch at my arm. She doesn’t claw at me like I expect, though. She just clings to me.

I bring my lips to her ear, my voice low and full of anger. “Who else have you said that to?” My hand tightens on her throat, and I derive some sick pleasure from holding her life in my hand. “Hmm? Rhiucra?”

Her gasp is sudden, like she’s scared for him, and my vision flashes red. “How did you kn–”

“I know everything you do!” Her face is turning red but she still doesn’t beg me for release. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how much time you spend with that elf. Do you say things like that to him? Let him touch you like this?”

Neveah is shaking her head violently. “No–”

I’m too far gone. “Does he make you hot and needy? Do you think of him when you cum at night?”

“No!” Her nails bite into my arm.

“No?” I shout, unable to see past the suffocating rage.

“No, that’s just you!”

It shocks me enough that I let go of her throat, taking a step back, and Neveah sucks down oxygen greedily as she falls to the floor. She’s barely recovered when she lifts her head to glare at me. “And, so what if he does?” she snaps, rage pouring out of her now that I am no longer pinning her against the wall. “What does it matter to you?”

“You aremine.” I grit my teeth so hard they might crack.

Neveah barks out a harsh laugh. “Yours? You’re nothing but a creep that stalks me when no one’s looking. I don’t know anything about you!”

Her dismissal of my possession has only added fuel to my flames. “You don’t have to know me to think about me all the time, to wish it was me you were with all the time. Just like I know you do.”

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