His body presses incredibly close, too close, the hard planes of him pushing against my curves, forcing me back from the table until my spine knocks against a bookshelf and I wince.
His free hand trails down my shoulder, my side, to my wide hip. My body shamefully reacts just as expected, igniting at his effortless touch. Though he looks as dashing and controlled as ever in his gaudy cloak, with his long auburn hair perfectlyswept across his shoulders, I can sense the indignation and rage swelling behind his façade.
Trapped in a corner, body pinned against his, all I can do is summon the brat princess he simultaneously loves and is infuriated by. “How can you blame me for something I had no control over, my lord?” I know calling him by his title is sure to get the desired effect. There’s nothing stopping this capsizing ship from crashing into the rocky shore. It’s inevitable.
“I’m sure I can find a way,” he whispers. Deep, brooding, angry. His gold-flecked eyes darken to crimson, a deeper hue than his wicked blood.
“I didn’t go looking forhim,” I continue, and Skar’s hand on my neck tightens slightly. “H-He foundme. You should be happy I’m safe!”
“Oh? Should I behappy, little temptress?”
Why does this damn man’s voice have to be so delicious and dark? Why does it smooth over my skin like the most calming oils, pulling me apart at the seams with hardly a touch?
“Master, please,” Garroway says from behind him. “Punish me instead. It’s my fault she left my sight—”
“Oh, I plan on disciplining youboth, graybird. Get over here and get on your knees.”
Garro gulps audibly and does as commanded. There’s no need for a mental bloodbond to control him—Skar’s voice is enough to get him moving.
The nobleblood ignores his kneeling thrall and slips a hand beneath my tunic to touch my heated flesh. His fingers inch up to the swell of my breasts, palming handfuls of my flesh and drawing out a delectable whimper from my lips. Ever-so-gently, he flicks my hard nipples, his hand hidden the entire time beneath my shirt.
“Fuck, my lord,” I groan. My head slants back on a boneless neck, and I’m his to control. His to punish, discipline, degrade—whatever he has in store for me. My body spreads on its own, legs parting, ass flush against the bookshelf behind me, eyes staring up at a heavy chandelier hanging from the dusty rafters.
“Don’t you understand, love?” he asks in a seething tone. “I can’t lose you.”
My eyes level from the ceiling to his smoldering gaze. “Because of what I possess in my veins?” I question, frustration coloring my words.
“You know it’s more than that, temptress.Muchmore.”
He leans in, slanting his head to place a warm kiss on my lips. His full lips part, bringing mine with him, and his tongue slips into my mouth and dances with mine. I close my eyes, wishing for nothing more in the moment than for Skartovius Ashfen to punish me for a crime I never committed.
The bastard nobleblood has that impact on me. I’ve never been able to defend against it. I’ve been separated from him for so long I don’t even try—I willingly sink into his grip, his body, wishing to become one with him.
My hands fall on his hips, while his stay on my neck to control the movements of my face, with the other digits forcing out whimpers from his heated touch on my breasts. “I’ve been training, love,” he murmurs, leaning into my ear and nibbling on the lobe, making my eyes roll.
“W-With what?”
“Experimental punishment, we can call it.”
My brow furrows when he pulls back and fixes me with a rictus grin. While his eyes stay on my face, his knuckles brushing lightly against my cheek, I feel something below. Gasping, my head snaps low between us, expecting the prodding of his hard cock against me.
That’s not what I see. I see my pants . . . lowering past my hips, down to my knees, before tumbling to the floor at my feet. Baring me to him.
Confused, I look up. His hands are still there, on my face, on my tits, controlling me. “W-What in all that’s True?” I croak.
A soft ticklish sensation trickles up my leg, coiling around my ankle and lifting to my knee . . . then the inside of my warm, pale thighs. My body tightens and I look down—
To see a tendril of physical shadow inching its way to my wet pussy. My mouth falls open when I realize it’smyshadow Skar is controlling with his mind, even while his hands do his dirty work on my skin.
“Fuck.”
The shadow tentacle is black and semitransparent. I can see my own skin behind its hue, and the end of it looks bulbous and shaped just how—
The shadow unceremoniously plunges into my entrance, shocking me and making me stand upright and close my legs. There’s no protecting my modesty from an entity that isn’t truly corporeal.
“Fuck!” I gasp, louder this time. “That’s fucking a-amazing, my lord.”
Skar smiles cruelly. The nobleblood’s shadow appendage pulses inside my cunt, widening me, preparing me for the real thing. It drives into me and then withdraws—repeating the process until I’m dripping all over the floor, trembling from the sudden exertion. It coils with angles no natural appendage could hit, rubbing against my walls and diving deep inside me before suddenly receding and leaving me a panting mess.
