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Her cheeks flush, but Neveah doesn’t back down. “How can I think about someone who is never around? I spend more time with Rhiucra than you.”
I fist her hair, jerking her to her feet, and she huffs out in aggravation. “Don’t say his fucking name in my presence.”
Her upper lip curls. “Or. What?”
Oh, fuck. I’m going to love breaking her. “Or I’ll make you forget everything but me,” I snap before dragging her into my body and crashing her lips to mine.
10
NEVEAH
I’m an idiot. I know I am. This elf is clearly crazed and very dangerous. He just showed up in my room and nearly choked me to death. I should not be provoking him.
But right now, I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
He’s kissing me like he wants to consume me, and I can’t get enough of it. His hand is pulling tight at my strands, sending skitters of pain that morph into pleasure across my scalp.
He pries my lips apart with a rough tug of his teeth, and his tongue slips into my mouth. He whips me into submission, and my knees are growing weak beneath his admonishments.
Just as I sink into him, my hands reaching out for him, he rips away, jerking me back by my hair. I hiss at the pain, and he smirks, cocking his head.
I shouldn’t be so damn turned on by such a vicious expression.
“Tell me now, little liar. Do you want anyone else’s name on your lips?”
I snarl at him. “I don’t even know yours.”
He jerks my head back further, craning my neck so that I’m bowing beneath him. “You don’t have to in order to keep other men’s names off your tongue. It would do you good to remember that.” His free hand comes up, trailing softly along my jaw. “Before I have to rip it out.”
My traitorous body heats at the deep growl of his words, arousal pooling between my thighs as he makes threats.
What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
“I think you’d find it has more use attached,” I snap back, my mind only able to think of how badly I want to show him. I shouldn’t be so thrilled to drop to my knees before a man I’m not sure isn’t going to kill me, but at this moment, I don’t care.
He cocks an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
I yank against his hold, feeling some of the strands rip from my scalp, to lick his bottom lip. I grin as his gaze hardens, clearly not having expected that reaction.
“Maybe not such a liar after all,” I breathe, my eyes flicking back down to his delicious mouth.
He grunts. “We’ll see about that.”
And then his mouth is back on mine, devouring me as he lifts me up in his arms. He lets go of my hair to cup my thighs, his fingers digging in so hard that I’m sure there will be bruises in their place. I find that the image turns me on, though.
He dumps me on my bed, and I slam down hard on my back. Before I’ve even settled against the mattress, he’s looming over me. Except this time, he doesn’t kiss me.
He nips my bottom lip, pulling hard enough that I whimper before he lets go. It throbs as he drops down to my neck, raking his teeth along the skin and sending pleasure jolting up through my body.
I’m so lost in the bite marks he’s leaving on my skin, I don’t even notice when he whips the knife back out. I suddenly feel the cool bite of metal at my collarbone, and I go still, my heart pounding as I register the danger.
“Not a liar?” he murmurs against my shoulder before sinking his teeth into it. I suck in a breath, but I am careful not to move as the knife shifts up against my throat. He pops off my skin, leaving a burning mark behind. “Then tell me. Are you drenched right now, turned on by something that should send you running?”
I gulp, the reality of the situation catching up with me. “No,” I breathe.
He tsks like he already knows the answer. “Little liar…” He shakes his head before raking his teeth along my collarbone, leaving a scorching mark behind. “You’re living up to your name.”
“I’m not,” I bite out, refusing to admit what he’s doing to me.
