Page 59 of Rapunzel Unchained
I grinned against his mouth. “You haven’t earned that information yet.”
“Oh?” Gage mused, moving his hand from my chest and down to the edge of my pants. “What do I need to do to get that information?”
It would be so easy to just tell him that I didn’t know anything about the rebels. Which I didn’t. Rebecca and Nick kept a lot of the specifics quiet. It was better that way. The less people who knew about the whole operation the better. I only cared about getting my pound of flesh.
But Gage didn’t need to know that.
“We’re not talking about rebels,” I reminded him, my hips wiggling against him. “We’re talking about me.”
He popped the button of my pants and pulled them open, his hand ducking beneath the material to cup my center. His thumb made a circle around my clit, ripping a moan from my lips. If I wasn’t careful, he would beat me at this game.
“Are you sure?” Gage purred, pressing his mouth to my lips, chin, and then the junction of my neck before thrusting two fingers without warning into my soaking heat. “I could make you feel so good if you’d just tell me where the rebels gather.”
I almost laughed, had he not curled his fingers inside of me. Instead, I threw my head back to let out a gasping scream.
Gage’s mouth sucked on my exposed throat, growling and thrusting his hips against my back side with each thrust of his fingers.
Pleasure meshed my thoughts together, making the only thing I wanted was to reach that peak. So close. Just a little more.
His hand stopped moving.
I cried out in protest, trying to move my hips, chasing that release.
“Tell me, and I will let you come.” The wicked gleam in his eye both pissed me off and made me laugh. He’d played me at my own game. Except he didn’t know that we weren’t playing on the same level.
Breathing heavily, I pressed my forehead against his, my hands cupping his face once more. “You misunderstand me, Gage.” I let my gaze meet his, my powers billowing beneath the surface. “Ferdinand didn’t die.” I poured my persuasion into my voice, my eyes a hypnotic lure that made the smirk on his lips flatten out as I whispered against his mouth.
“I killed him.”
Gage’s body flinched against those words, but he didn’t move, his face slack and his fingers still buried deep inside of me. I kept eye contact with him as I fucked myself on his fingers, racing toward that edge while Gage stayed locked in place.
I shattered and released my hold on Gage’s mind.
Gage threw me onto the table, a hand around my throat. Snarling down at me, one of his daggers appeared out of nowhere. He pressed the tip into the center of my chest.
I breathed heavily and laughed up at him, my body still recovering from my release. “Was it good for you?”
“What the fuck was that?” The hand on my throat tightened until I could barely breathe. “I couldn’t move.”
I licked my lips, my breasts exposed now beneath the dagger. I pressed up into it to draw a rivulet of blood. “Are you going to kill me, Gage? After all your talk of wanting to protect me? I’m hurt.”
“How did you do that?” Gage asked, ignoring my taunting. “How did you control my mind?”
I lifted my hand, and he flinched.
Enjoying his wariness, I let my finger trail down the exposed muscles of his biceps. “Ferdinand was the first man I ever loved, the first one I’d ever let myself love. My whole life was for revenge. I married the king for revenge. I let him fuck me every night for revenge. I played the dutiful wife, the perfect queen, the doting stepmother. I did everything I was supposed to do. I gave up everything for my vengeance until I met him.”
Gage’s breathing slowed as I spoke, his hand loosening around my throat.
“We were going to run away together. I was going to give it all up for him. Fifteen years of planning and sacrificing my own happiness just to toss it away for a single man, unextraordinary by most people’s standards.”
“You controlled me just now, didn’t you?”
I didn’t answer.
“Shit, Eva. It’s no wonder you ended up in that tower. You can’t just control people like puppets on a string waiting around to be used as you want.”
Ignoring his accusations, I continued my story. “She stole him from me. He was mine, and she stole his love and took him. He was going to run away and marry Snow instead of me.”
