Page 81 of Enemy of the Heart

“What’s love without a bit of pain here and there?” I reply with my gaze trained on Sean as he lifts the other brand from the coals.

Jace’s grasp on my shoulders tightens as I thread my fingers together behind my back, jutting my chest out. The moment he’s before me, I drag my eyes up Sean’s body, my attention lingering on my initials branded onto his chest before meeting his thundercloud-colored irises.

“I love you, Louhi Koskinen,” he declares, dark shadows smoldering in his gaze as he presses the poker to my chest.

Agonizing pain as white-hot and acute as the poker itself lances through me as my flesh burns. A piercing scream snakes up my throat in response, but I don’t release it, even as my knees battle with the unyielding floor as Jace steadies me.

After what feels like an eternity, but is only a few seconds, I force myself to drag in a breath. While that hurt like bloody hell, I’d endure a lifetime of burnings and brandings if that’s what it took to be with Sean.

When I glance down, my entire soul sings as I take in the SBD imprinted on my right breast in line with my heart on the other side. While I would’ve loved to have Sean’s mark over my heart, the serpent winding around my left breast claimed that position for herself.

Sean’s calloused palm slides over my cheek, his voice full of awe as he breathes, “Incredible.”

My nipples tighten as I take in his heated, shadowy stare, and a shiver tumbles through me; my body sparking to life as a flame glows brightly in my belly.

“Well, I’m going to head out before the show I’m not allowed to see,” Jace mumbles before releasing me and making for the door, where he stops. “Congratulations, you guys! Your ‘in case of emergency contact’ can now be easily identified,” he tosses out with a chuckle before quickly retreating as Sean chucks a hammer that was lying on the nearby table at his back, but it bounces off the now-closed door.

“Why did he have to come?” he grouses. I laugh, getting to my feet.

“Because we like him, Sean.”

“He’s alright sometimes, but I like you more.”

I scoff playfully. “I should bloody hope so.”

He smirks, but it fades into an expression sizzling with that sultry darkness that promises both pain and unimaginable pleasure as his eyes track from my face down to my chest, lightly trailing a finger around the fresh burn. “I didn’t think it was possible for you to ever be more breathtaking than you already are, but I’ll admit that the sight of you bearing my initials is more stunning than I can begin to put into words.”

An adoring smile spreads over my face. Suddenly desperate for the contact, I launch myself the short distance, my body colliding with his as I leap into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist when he catches me. He backs me against the wall, my bare skin knocking against the cool concrete wall.

His tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth as my tight nipples rub against his chest. Nothing has ever felt as good as losing myself in this man, just as he loses himself in me.

When we finally break apart, sincere words that I never would’ve imagined saying until I met Sean dance on my tongue. “You’re mine, Sean Diggory, forever. I love you.”

The moment he sets me on my feet, we frantically rip at each other’s waistbands as if it’s a race to see who can undress the other fastest. I kick off my boots, and he strips me in record time, but when Sean’s trousers catch on his muscular thighs, I growl in frustration. He chuckles as he steps out of them, his thick cock bobbing.

My mouth waters, and I lick my lips, dying for a taste.

“If you’re so anxious for my cock, why aren’t you already on your knees?”

I may not know God, but I know Sean Diggory, and I’ll worship at his altar any time I can.

I hardly have time to swirl my tongue around his leaking tip, the taste of him settling before he’s thrusting forward. Relaxing my throat, I mewl around him as he begins to fuck my face in earnest, gripping the hair at my scalp roughly. I suck and lick as he pummels in and out of my mouth, my hands roaming over the muscled planes of his body.

He abruptly withdraws, my spit tethering us until he scoops me into his arms, dropping me on the table. I hiss in a sharp breath as my warm flesh makes contact with the chilly metal, but ignore it as I spread my legs wide in invitation.

“My gorgeous little slut, opening up for me, silently begging me to shatter you before I glue you back together again.”

I whimper in confirmation, reaching for him, but he grasps both of my wrists in one hand and pins them over my head as he leans over me, his face hovering above mine. I buck my hips, seeking friction, seeking him.

“Beg for it, Lou. Beg me to break you.” His voice is low and rough, and my body tightens in response.

“Yes…break me, Sean, please.”

“Louder, baby. I want this entire goddamn country to hear you crying out for me.”

I do as I’m told, trilling his name like a melodic prayer, imploring him to tear me apart, to make me whole again.

I’m writhing as he unexpectedly ties my wrists together and secures them to the legs of the table. Shamelessly, I plead with him when he hooks each leg over the sides and fastens them as well. I’m spread open for him, and the cool air of the room strikes my wet and wanting cunt as it flutters in anticipation.