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For me to do with as I pleased.
Finishing my full circle of her, I stood facing her. Not losing eye contact, I pulled my dagger, curious of her reaction.
She flinched but didn't make a sound or beg for her life.
"Turn around," I demanded, surprised by how hoarse my voice sounded. And even more surprised by my willpower. With her hands tied behind her back, it would have been easy enough to bend her over the table, take off her ridiculous loincloth, and fuck her from behind.
For a moment, I thought she would refuse or say something, instead, she turned, slowly.
I quickly severed her bindings and watched them drop to the ground. She gasped in astonishment and turned back to face me.
"What are you going to do to me?" she repeated her earlier question.
Fuck you into oblivion, laid on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back. There was something half-feral about her that needed taming first. And the more I looked at her, the more I decided I would enjoy doing just that.
"That horse was yours, kar—yes?"
She rubbed her raw-looking wrists and a surge of anger pulsed through me at the thought of the males who did that to her.
"Kar," she confirmed in my language. "His name is Samju. I found him when he was just a colt, and I raised him."
The defiance in her voice was hard to miss, but still her voice slid down my spine like warm oil, giving me another idea for later.
"You are my tribute, so is your horse," I stated.
Tears welled in her eyes. "I know."
"So why then"—I stepped closer and took her chin into my hand again—"did you bite me?"
"You kissed me," she responded indignantly, almost outraged.
"I repeat, you are my tribute. I own you." I flicked her lips lightly. "Those are my lips to kiss"—my fingers trailed down her pretty little neck—"my neck, my sternum, my breasts." I trailed my fingers over the raised curves of her breasts, lightly caressing them, and felt her breath hitch. "Mine," I repeated.
My hand snaked around her waist to pull her forward. "Mine to do with as I please."
I was a trained warrior so her fist shooting up at me, aimed at my chin, might have been quick, but not quick enough for me not to catch. She looked at me with a mix of rage and fear as my fingers closed around her wrist like a vise, and I slowly shook my head at her. "You shouldn't have done that."
To be safe, I restrained her other arm as well, placing both wrists easily in one of my hands, encircling them, and I marveled at how fragile they were before I pinned them behind her back.
I pushed her against me, then tugged her hair until she was forced to lift her head. "If you bite me again, you will be punished," I warned before I crushed my lips against hers for a second time.
Gods, they were soft. I groaned and couldn't help but press my loins into her belly, grinding myself against her while I conquered her mouth.
My tongue moved in search of hers, and when I found it, I entangled them until I heard a deep moan rising from inside her. Nyck, the kallini wasn't quite as averse to my advances as she pretended to be.
When I let go of her, she jumped back like a startled game animal, but her breaths were hard and fast, and her pupils dilated.
"Are you thirsty? Hungry?" I asked, stepping to the sideboard that held several pitchers filled with different beverages. Figuring a strong fermented drink might help her regain her composure, I half filled a small cup with a medium-spirit liquor and handed it to her.
She eyed me warily but drank the contents down in one swallow.
"Another?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, not opposed to the idea of her becoming drunk and more pliant to me.
She shook her head. "No"—and then after a short pause—"thank you."
"Ah, manners, you do have them." I smirked.
"Forgive me if being pawed by a man I don't know makes me want to slap him," she retorted.
