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“On second thought,Your Gracesuits me, having been demoted to king.” He stroked his knuckles over my cheek as something unreadable came over his eyes, like the faintest flicker of concern. “Master is the one thing you shall never call me, Ada.”
“The women in my village need me.”
“If I release you, more of your dreadful kind will follow.” He sneered with such obvious disgust it made my nails dig into my palms. “They’llboreme with their demands, their offerings, their… threats.”
Bore him?
Sudden fury surged through me. Fury and pain and a picture of John limping along the cobblestone with violets stuck to his unruly brown curls. Of the children turning in their graves. Of that sweet little boy who had pressed his damp head against my chest.
“When was the last time you left this place and saw what you’re doing to us?” I choked as much on my words as on the lump forming at the back of my throat, but this much I would say. “The night I came here, a woman in my village gave birth to a child during the full moon, not knowing if it was truly alive or if it would be a stillbirth the next morning. How cruel are you to let a mother cradle and hush a babe already dead? The ones we love wander without rest, and our grief lasts forever.”
“Hardly forever.” My skin tightened when his lips trailed along the side of my neck. “It lasts until—blessed with mortality—it dies away with the last beat of your heart.”
Cruel bastard. “Do you care nothing about our suffering?”
A pout on his lips. “No.”
“Eee-nosh…”
My heart clanked against my throat.
That voice…
Laced with misery, it drove a shiver up my spine. From there, it spread along my limbs, faster when something shifted in my periphery. My eyes snapped to one of the faces protruding from the stone, its gray lips parting so slowly, sending a wave of bile up my throat.
Helfa, no!
The corpse’s veiled gaze shifted to meet mine where he was embedded into the throne, hard features giving him away as a man, his voice as tortured as his body that snaked around the King’s back. “Enooosh.”
Enosh.
Not a grunt.
Not a wheeze.
A word.
“You’re a monster.” Disgusted by his brutality, I squirmed on his lap, trying to get away from this evil creature. “You had their souls bound like Orlaigh’s, didn’t you?”
“Now, now, stop struggling.” My muscles slackened at his command, dulled by this demon’s spell. “There, that’s a good mortal, all pliable in my hands. You want this as much as I do.”
“I’ll never want this.” The scratch on my tone exposed too much fear, amplified by how I arched away from him. “Let go of me!”
“Mmm, so much fight in this mind where every fiber of your body has been starved for my attention. How long has it been since a man touched you like this?” A single finger ran down the train of my dress, only for his hand to clasp around my calf. “Did my new plaything get herself wet? When you touched yourself…” His hand brushed up along the inside of my thigh, leaving a trail of searing heat on my skin, then cupped where I grew needy and damp. “Here?”
My cheeks warmed at the humiliation. “Was it you?”
“Who else would inspire such a wanton act in his little mortal? Oh, how you dipped into your warm center, palmed your swollen sex, ground against your hand in search of relief but…ah, your king never granted it.” The tip of his nose brushed over my temple with a deep inhale. “Mmm, and I sensed it all. Your hunger for my swollen cock laying claim to the back of your throat, your warm sheath, your tight ass that has yet to be subjugated to this kind of pleasure. Do you want me to show you?”
The way he circled my nymph ripped an unbidden moan from me before I snarled, “You’re debauched.”
“Says the woman who’s dripping with need.” He chuckled, a dark sound like heavy chains dragging over hollow wood. “After she touched herself in this…sinfulway, writhing in search of pleasure only I can give. In need of my length, the thickness that will spread you wide, the hardness of my body against your soft curves. Touch yourself for me.”
No. No, I would never—
My hand shoved the silk aside. Betrayed by my body, I stroked between my legs with rhythmic movements that set my womb ablaze. I rolled my hips against the touch, sought it out like…
Like a whore.
