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I joined us in a hard, solid thrust. The suddenness had Talia arching with a gasp. I groaned; the fit was tight.
“Such a bad fucking princess,” I growled, working my hips.
Talia moaned, grinding her ass against me.
My hips stilled as I bowed forward, careful not to push any of my weight onto her. I braced myself by planting one fist beside her head, the fingers of my other hand wrapping around her throat with enough pressure to let her know who was in control. “Take it. Take your punishment for bringing strife into my home.”
She nodded, barely able to move her jaw. I couldn’t help it; her skin was too tempting and the need to brutalize her was too strong—I bit the flesh of her shoulder. The tang of salt prickled my tongue. Fucking delicious.
“An eye for an eye; I should set the balance straight.” I raked my hand down the length of her spine, pressing hard. “But I’m not a monster. I can’t take from your brother what he’s taken from me.”
Talia stiffened, her little gasp filling the air. “What did he do?”
“He killed my sister.”
“Constantine—” Talia’s voice broke.
She’s not acting.There was no way she was that good. And it was something I’d known all along but was too hurt to admit.
“Your father claims to have no knowledge,” I menaced, kneading her ass. “And I’m almost convinced you didn’t know either.”
I couldn’t even say it aloud.She’s innocent.
Talia groaned as I fucked her with utter ruthlessness. She was the perfect submissive to my dark revenge.
“There’s nothing I can say to prove it. But...if you give me time, I’ll show you,” she managed to say.
“Ha! I’m tempted to let you try.”Because I sure as hell can’t kill you.With that, I let my hand fall heavy on her ass. The sharp bite of my palm had her insides clenching in the most delicious manner.
It was pure hell taking her this way. Talia was wild, relishing the rough and freeing way I took her. This was temptation incarnate. Buried deep inside her, it was hard not to believe her. I wanted to trust that she was really on my side, especially in the heat of this raw, primal act.
Pulling back, I dug my fingers into her hips and drove into her hard, desperate to sate the madness. With each powerful thrust, Talia relaxed into the mattress. If her ribs bothered her, she never showed it. In fact, she surrendered completely to me. I grunted, chest filling with a strange spark of pride to see her laid out like an offering to sate the wrath of a storm god.
“Our relationship started in violence, Talia. You need to understand the pain you bring when I look at you—when I think of you.” Reaching under her, I pinched the hard nub of her clit between my fingers. Talia bucked into me, my name a whimper on her lips. “I’ll take you with me. I’ll let you have that chance to prove yourself. But know that your chain is going to be damn tight.”
Those harsh words brought a sob from her chest. Still, her body was without question still in my control. I slammed into her over and over. Her inner walls clenched tight, distracting me. My balls tightened with need, and I knew in a few swift pumps that I would spill into her.
“I’m so sorry, Constantine. I’m sorry for everything,” she choked, voice rough with emotion.
Gripping her tight, I drove into her savagely. I ground my fingers relentlessly through her slick folds and brought her to a second orgasm. Damn, it was a beautiful sight, watching her firm ass as I pumped into her pussy.
With one final, powerful thrust, I stilled, holding her tight, convulsing cunt in just the right place on my dick. My own release pulsed out, spilling into her with hot, thick ropes of seed.
“I’m taking it,” Talia rasped. “I’m taking everything you’re fucking giving me and I’m surviving.”
Oh, my sweet little temptress, there’s nothing left to give.Our relationship was a charred, smoldering heap.
I didn’t comment on her declaration as I pulled out of her. Instead, I yanked my boxers and dress pants roughly back around my hips. Sliding the key from my pocket, I flipped Talia onto her back and made quick work of unlocking the manacles. Not bothering with the eschewed blindfold, I gripped her wrist and pulled her to her feet. In a few steps, we crossed the small bedroom, and I pushed her into the bathroom.
I turned the shower on, and the water ran cold for a few seconds too long as I waited impatiently for it to warm.See. You care.
As I rolled up the sleeves of my dress shirt, I shoved the accusing little voice back down in my mind. I should have left then, should have let her shower off and dress, but a sucker for torment, I ripped the blindfold off her forehead and felt the full weight of her hard gaze. I didn’t meet her eyes as I gently but firmly pushed her into the water.
Taking the soap, I worked a lather into my hands. Those dark eyes fluttered closed as I massaged the bubbles into her long hair. I may have lingered a moment too long as my fingers kneaded her scalp, but with a sharp hiss, I retreated to find a cloth. This intimate act, cleansing her skin after the powerful and dangerous struggle in the bedroom, was strangely hypnotic. After I repeated the process and rinsed every trace of the suds from her body, I stepped back, gesturing to the towel and clothing. It was time to go. In my pants, my dick pulsed painfully with need again. I ignored it.
“What happens now?” Talia lifted her dark eyes, drops of water hanging on her lashes.
I thrust the towel into her hands. But she didn’t conceal herself from me. No, she just stood there, the truth of our relationship between us.
