His tongue dragged through me, and I bit down hard on my knuckles to trap the traitorous moan clawing up my throat.
Voices floated from the event. Laughter, clinking crystal, a woman's shrill giggle slicing far too close down the corridor.
We were barely hidden. Pressed against the cold marble pillar, a flimsy curtain the only barrier between us and the glittering swarm of nobles ten feet away.
One tug and we'd be exposed to everyone.
And this bastard didn't care.
His broad shoulders shoved my thighs wider beneath the slit of my gown. Hot breath ghosted over my exposed flesh before his mouth sealed over me, greedy and merciless. He sucked hard, like he wanted to devour every drop of my unwilling shame.
I hated him.
Hated the way his silver eyes had mocked me for weeks. Hated the cruel tilt of his smile every time he reminded me how thoroughly he had ruined my life. Hated that this arrogant monster was now on his knees making my body sing for him.
I arched against the marble as his tongue plunged inside me. My fingers twisted viciously in his red hair, yanking hard enough that I hoped it hurt him.
I despised the slick heat flooding between my thighs. Despised how my hips rolled forward without permission, grinding shamelessly against his face like a desperate whore. And I absolutely loathed the vicious, blade-sharp wave of pleasure twisting deeper in my belly with every flick of his tongue against that place.
A cluster of nobles strolled past the curtain. Their silhouettes loomed large. One paused.
His tongue drove deeper.
A broken whimper nearly escaped me. "Stop…"
He only groaned against my cunt, the low vibration ripping through me like lightning. His fingers dug bruises into my thighs, spreading me obscenely wider as he licked a long, filthy stripe from my entrance all the way up.
"I said stop!" I yanked his head back violently.
His eyes met mine, dark, feral, and gleaming with triumph. His lips and chin were smeared obscenely with my arousal, a thin glistening strand still connecting his mouth to my pulsing flesh.
He held my gaze.
Then he shoved back in and dragged the flat of his tongue over my clit in one long, lazy stroke.
My thighs clamped around his head, hips jerking against his face while wave after savage wave of pleasure tore through me.
I slammed my hand over my mouth to smother the sob ripping from my throat, trembling as he kept sucking, and milking every last brutal pulse from me.
He finally pulled back and rose to his feet with that ugly, satisfied smile curling his lips.
I slapped him with every ounce of fury in my body.
The crack of my palm against his cheek echoed sharply off the marble. His head snapped sideways. When he turned back, blood welled bright red at the corner of his split lip.
His tongue slid out slowly, dragging through the blood and the glistening mess of my release still coating his chin.
"You taste better when you're angry," he murmured, his voice laced with wicked amusement.
My chest heaved. My body still pulsed with vicious aftershocks. I wanted to claw that smug look off his face.
_
_
_
Thank you for giving this book a read. Here are a few things to note:
※ This is a dark romance
※ NO rape.
※ The FL is not a pushover. She starts out weak but is never passive or lacks agency.
※ The ML is unhinged, but thankfully, you have been blessed with an FL that is going to traumatise him in return.
※ I am open to any criticism. If something isn't working for you to the point that you're considering dropping the book, I would genuinely appreciate knowing why. I can't please everyone, but I can learn. And learning makes the next chapter better than the last.
※ This novel is a passion project. I don't intend to drop it.
※ I'm aiming for a long run without dragging the pace, and I'm committed to making each chapter worth your time.
If you find my work deserving of your support, I would appreciate it wholeheartedly.
Thank you for reading.