Page 72 of Throne of Ice and Blood
“For what?”
“Please let me come. Oh Goddess… Oh God… Draven.” Desperate moans drip from my lips as I squirm against the sheets and throw my head from side to side as the tension inside me reaches unbearable levels. “Please.”
“What? No honorific?”
“Please, sir.”
He curls his fingers inside me again, but he’s moving them too slowly for it to make me come. Another whimper escapes me as I pull on the handcuffs and stare up into Draven’s smirking face with pleading eyes.
“Beg me to fuck you,” he orders.
I don’t even hesitate. “Please, I’m begging you to fuck me.”
A satisfied laugh rumbles from his muscular chest. It makes his warm breath caress my lips, which sends another ripple of pleasure down my spine.
He thrusts his fingers faster and rubs his thumb more firmly against my clit, sending me careening towards an orgasm. I suck in shuddering breaths as the edge draws closer. At long last, I will finally?—
He stops moving again.
This time, I do scream.
A cry of pure desperation rips from my very soul as release is once again denied me. Thrashing furiously, I yank against the handcuffs while trying to get my legs into a position where I can kick the fucking bastard who dares to torment me like this.
Draven just slides his hand higher up my throat so that it’s placed directly underneath my jaw. With a firm push, he closes my mouth and cuts off my frustrated scream.
There is a truly villainous expression on his face as he takes his other hand from my pussy and locks eyes with me. “Andthatis how I felt when I had to watch you saunter around half-naked and gloriously cocky in a place where I couldn’t just shove you up against a wall and fuck you into the next century. So remember this feeling, because this is what I will do to you if you ever try to pull another stunt like that again.”
And with that, he releases my throat and instead reaches for a key in his nightstand. My chest is still heaving and my body is vibrating with pent-up release when he at last unlocks the handcuffs and removes them before dropping them on the nightstand. They land on the dark wood with a metallic clattering sound.
For a moment, he just remains straddling me like that. The faint light from the lone faelight he had lit casts silver highlights in his messy black hair.
Then a wicked grin full of challenge slides home on his mouth, and he reaches up to give my cheek two brisk pats. “Good luck trying to sleep now, little rebel.”
My mouth drops open in furious disbelief.
But Draven just climbs off me and straightens on the dark wooden floor beside the bed.
Scrambling off the bed, I growl curses at him and try to storm away. But every nerve inside my body is so tightly wound that I can barely make my limbs move in the way I want them to. I throw out a hand, bracing myself on the edge of the bed as I almost topple over.
After throwing my long hair back over my shoulder, I straighten again and start towards the door.
“And where do you think you’re going?” Draven demands from a few steps away.
I cut him a glare over my shoulder. “Back to the bath. To finish what you started.”
Black wings boom through the air as Draven shoots across the room and slams the door shut right before I can reach it. That villainous grin is back on his stupid mouth as he draws himself up to his full height in front of the now closed door.
“Oh I don’t think so.” Flicking a look up and down my tense body, he slides his tongue along his bottom lip. “I told you I would make you pay, and I keep my promises. And my threats.”
Narrowing my eyes, I glare back at him where he stands, blocking the door.
His defined muscles flex and his massive wings flare out as he spreads his arms wide in a cocky gesture while he raises his eyebrows at me. “Wanna try to fight me over it?”
For one single second, I consider it. But my legs are still so unsteady and my whole fucking soul is vibrating with so much desperate tension that I don’t think I would even last more than five seconds against Draven right now.
But physical strength has never been my advantage anyway. I didn’t win the Atonement Trials because I was stronger than the others. I won because I was smarter. And because I know how to play dirty when I need to.
So instead of trying to leave, I do the opposite. I walk backwards until I reach Draven’s bed. The mattress sways slightly underneath me as I drop down on the edge of the bed. Draven flashes me a smug smirk. Which I’m about to wipe right off his face.
