Her own breath shuddered, pushing her breasts, desperate to escape from her corset, into his shirt.
She was slick and fragrant, lush and wet.When she writhed against him, he could only do one thing.
He pulled out of her just enough so that he could thrust into her with a smack, with all the violence she’d come at him with.
She screamed into his throat, slapped her hands to his bare ass, and demanded more.
Chapter36
V Points Like an Arrow to Treasure
This wasn’t bloodlust.
Bloodlust had overcome me on the beach of Zaraga—the one and only time.This was different.I was hungry, yes.Starving, even.Ravenous.But it still wasn’t bloodlust.I was mostly lucid.
My thoughts came and went, sometimes muddled, at times crystalline.I felt both of this world and in another transcendent one, filled with equal parts pain and pleasure.
My maddening and unbearable desire for Alobaz wasn’t bloodlust at all.It was a lure I should have resisted.And yet I’d been the first to give into it.My actions were what catapulted Alobaz into a frenzied arousal that matched my own—thrust for thrust, teeth-gnashing kiss for desperate kiss.My body—every single fucking part of it—wanted to collide with him and never separate.
Absolutely terrifying.
For a long time now, probably since I fought in the pits as a young girl, I’d accepted that I was fucked-up in the head.Here was further proof.Totally irrefutable proof.
“I hate you,” I said into the curve of Alobaz’s throat as he pounded into me with wet slaps that turned me on more, had me jerking my hips toward his, wanting to take in his slickened dick to the hilt every time.
“I hate you too,” he said on a grunt.“You almost killed me.”
His dick was thick and enormous and perfectly stiff, and all I could feel while he was inside me.He slammed into me.My eyes rolled upward.
I hummed.“I will … kill you.”
I’d ripped his shirt open, and now ran my hands along his bare chest, dragging my nails over ripple upon ripple of hard muscle.
My breasts had popped free of my corset.He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth so hard I gasped, then nearly left my body when he did it again.
“If your dick doesn’t get me first,” I said on a smoky chuckle, and next a lascivious moan that was suitable soundtrack for a brothel’s advertisement.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he snarled into my neck, right beside the iron collar, imbued with inescapable shadole faithum, he kept on me.
“We def’nitely should … n’t be doing this,” I panted.
By the Ethers, how fucked up could one woman be?He was my captor.He had me chained up like his bitch slave.Collared like I wasn’t a person.I was all but leashed.
Plus—plus—he was my twin brother’s motherfucking murderer.
As if that weren’t enough to land me solidly in theI’ve lost my ever-loving mindcategory,he was a Rubor.
A Rubor.The sworn enemy of any and every D’Arco from birth—or rebirth, depending.
Not just any ol’ Rubor either, but the dynasty’s principal enforcer.The very reason the Rubors were dominating the D’Arcos.
If Rafaela could see me now … well, locking me up in the cage would be the least of my worries.The cage, I could endure.I’d done so many times before.But her disappointment?That was a cage I couldn’t escape.Yet here I was, jumping his bones.And I really, really didn’t want him to stop pounding into me.
“I hate you,” I told him again.This time, what I really meant was,I hate myself.
“I know, beautiful, I know,” he murmured softly as if we were lovers.
But we weren’t lovers.We were mortal fucking enemies.
