I walked the next day with a subtle limp. Not because I was sore, but because he’d insisted I wear the damn thing, and I wasn’t going to lose this game of ecstasy. It wasn’t even noon when he took to me to our room and pushed me down to my knees, then used my mouth like it was his to control. When he’d finished, he’d lifted me up and kissed me as if I was the most precious thing he owned.
“Is it sore?” he asked.
“No,” I lied, and smiled. I could lie! He couldn’t.
“Good, come here,” he said as he dragged me to the bed and removed my clothing with his magic. I looked at him questionably, but only had a second to guess his intentions before I was placed over his lap and the first slap landed.
I screamed, and then felt heat flood to my cheeks as pleasure washed over me.
“Count, Synthia,” he growled and slapped my ass again, this time he caught my pussy with his fingers and swore. “Damn, you’re wet,” he growled and took me on the bed without warning. When we were both in another pile of arms and legs and soaking wet with sweat, he grinned. “I fucking love you, there’s no question about it. No one has ever made me stop a game of seduction, or remove something before I was ready. I felt you wet and it was game over. I had to be inside of you more than I had to draw air.”
I kissed his lips and then fell back on the bed.
There was a knock at the door on the castle corridor side and we both froze and then laughed. “Do not get that,” I warned.
“I’m getting it, right after I fuck you again,” he growled. He pressed his erection against my leg. “You make me insatiable. Like I’m stuck in Transition, and it’s going to be never ending.”
“Good,” I laughed.
The knock sounded again.
“Get dressed!” Ristan’s angry voice shook the door.
We both paused, and then Ryder growled enough to shake the entire room.
“He’s wounded,” I whispered as I stood and looked at Ryder as I waited for him to glamour my clothes on.
“Fine, but I’m not finished with you, Pet,” he warned as he glamoured clothes on us both.
Ryder opened the door, and I gasped as the rapidly healing wounds on Ristan’s face told some of the story of his torture. “Where is she? I wanted her in my quarters,” he bit out.
“I put her in the dungeon until you heal,” I answered him and then ran to him and threw my arms around him. He didn’t hug me back. Instead, he tensed and gently pushed away from me which Ryder noticed.
“She isn’t a part of this, and she’s shown the girl no mercy, Ristan. She told the guard to hold her in in a cell, without water and food, as you yourself instructed.”
“No one has fed her?” he asked as his demeanor took on a coldness I didn’t recognize.
“She’s yours to kill,” I whispered even as I felt a little part of me die inside. “That is, if that’s what you think she deserves.”
“Oh, I have no plans of killing her, Synthia. Not any time soon,” he seethed, his skin turning red as he allowed his Demon to take over. “I want to find out everything she knows and she will suffer for what she has done, but she won’t die anytime soon.”