Chapter 8 Better come quick
Better come quick
KADE
“I’m never going to fuck you,” she spits.
My jaw ticks and I watch her stumble around, amused by her defiance.
She’s disgusting and the thought of my cock going anywhere near her fills me with dread, but there’s no point fighting the inevitable.
I understand the implications of the bond between us, but it appears the pathetic, horrific witch I’m stuck with hasn’t.
Yet.
I’m irritated. More than that, I’m outright insulted that she’d dare reject me.
I’m one of three high warlocks and she should be honored to have my attention, of any kind, no matter how fleeting.
It’s been a fucking long time since anyone turned me down and Zara’s about to learn the hard way that I don’t tolerate being disrespected.
“You’re going to fuck me, darling.”
“I’d rather fuck a dead donkey,” she snarls.
My temper flares and I close my eyes, deciding that a hole is a hole and hers cannot be that bad. Zara needs to learn some goddamn manners and she needs to know her place, and the sooner we get that sorted, the better.
It might disgust me to fuck her, but if I have to fuck the sense into her, then I’d rather get it over and done with. Before she does something stupid. Before the bond compels me to act against my wishes.
“Manners,” I hiss. “I don’t tolerate inappropriate behavior of any kind.”
“I don’t fuck creeps.”
“Yeah?” I ask, my tone a threat.
“Yeah,” she says, unaware she has no choice.
Zara’s words hit me like venom, each one laced with defiance and loathing.
I should find it laughable. Amusing, even.
A pathetic witch with nowhere to run and no way to fight back, spitting poison like she holds any power here.
But it lights something raw and molten under my skin, stoking a rage I can barely leash.
Her chin tilts up like she’s unbreakable. She’s not. I could snap her like a twig, crush her pride and her body in the same breath, and yet she dares to challenge me. It’s foolish. It’s as reckless as it is brave. It’s almost admirable. Almost.
“You have no choice.”
Her silver eyes narrow, burning with unfiltered hatred. “I’d rather die than let you touch me.”
I cast my gaze over her, noting the trembling in her hands, the quick rise and fall of her chest. Her lips are slightly parted, her pupils dilated, and the way her eyes try not to follow the lines of my body tells me she’s imagining the way I’m going to feel against her.
She’s trying so hard to hold the line, to keep standing when her body is begging her to collapse.
“Careful, darling,” I hiss, stepping closer until the heat between us is almost unbearable. “The bond doesn’t care about what you want. It doesn’t care what I want. You can keep running your mouth, but denying me is a hell of a lot more painful than surrendering to me.”
Her laugh is harsh, brittle, and full of disdain. “You don’t scare me.”
The lie is so blatant, I almost smile. Almost. “I should.”
Fear flashes through her, and it turns my dick rock hard.
The girl’s stoking my arousal, and my cock’s desperate to find out what her cunt feels like.
I inhale sharply and I catch the scent of her, the lavender and rosemary mingling with the sweet smell of her dripping cunt, and I’m fucking sure that Zara wants to know what I feel like too.
It’s inevitable, and it’s too bad if she doesn’t want this.
She’s mine, whether I like it or not, and whether she likes it or not. And I’m taking her before my balls start aching and my cock explodes with need.
She’s repulsive, but the connection between us is undeniable, and it’s burning hotter with every second.
I don’t want her, but I can’t be without her, and no matter how hard I try to fight this, I know I’m going to lose.
We’re hurtling around each other and the only way we’re leaving this cave is after we’ve fucked and satisfied the bond’s needs.
“You can’t fight this, Zara. It’ll pull at you, it’ll twist through you and it’ll break you until you give in to it. You’ve got no choice but to give in to me now there’s a blood bond between us.”
“I’ll die before I give in to you,” she repeats, her voice wavering this time.
“Funny thing about the bond,” I say, my lips curling into a cruel smile. “It won’t let you die, darling. Not without me. Not without giving me what I want.”
Her face pales, and there’s genuine fear in her eyes.
It’s a delicious sight, one that sends a dark satisfaction coiling through me.
Other images run through my head, visions of her on her knees, of her crawling, of her bound and ready to be fucked.
Of her after she’s been fucked and my come’s dripping from her cunt.
“Now,” I murmur, leaning in close, “let’s skip the theatrics and get this over with.”
Zara’s hand flies out and her nails rake against my cheek. It’s a pathetic attempt to stop me and the sting only fuels my anger. The girl’s making me want her more and her fire is an inferno of righteous indignation I’m looking forward to playing with.
“I hate you,” she breathes, her voice shaking.
“I hate you too,” I reply coldly. “But I don’t have to like you to fuck you. Now, turn around, sweetheart.”
Zara trembles and bites her lip. I want to know what that feels like, what that tiny drop of blood forming on her bottom lip tastes like. I want all of her pain and suffering, every scream she tries to stifle. My cock wants to slam into her and I want to make the girl I hate scream my fucking name.
“Turn around, Zara.”
“No.”
My eyebrow arches as I close the distance between us. She shivers and her hardened nipples press against my chest. Zara wants this and yet she’s fighting me, and it’s as infuriating as it is exciting.
“Are you a virgin?” I ask.
She shakes her head before stopping herself.
“Good,” I hiss. “I don’t have to be gentle.”
My hand wraps around her neck again, and she stiffens, already submitting to my control. Her back arches as I lift her up to me, holding eye contact and making it damn clear who’s in charge. She whimpers and I swallow the sound, delighting in her predicament as I lick the side of her face.
Zara shudders again, and her fingers dig into my stomach. They’re pushing hard enough to hold me, but they’re not pushing me back, and I wait, wondering what she’ll decide to do. She sighs and stares up at me, her emerald eyes burning as brightly as they did in the clearing.
I crash my lips onto hers, my control breaking as I decide against waiting any longer.
I’ve given her too much leeway and offered her a choice I shouldn’t have let her know existed.
My tongue forces its way into her mouth as she pushes against me and I don’t give a fuck, taking what I want from her as I overpower her feeble protests.
Her hands pummel against me and I grab her wrists, holding them until she relents.
Zara’s fingers uncurl as my tongue plays in her mouth and then she slides her hands over me.
She’s exploring the lines that intrigued her earlier, finally discovering how good I feel as she imagines how good it’s going to feel in a few minutes.
My fingers slide up the back of her neck and into her matted hair, taking a firm grip.
I yank her head back, pulling her off me as my hand holds her waist, spinning her around and then forcing her back against me.
My fingers splay over her lower abdomen and my cock digs into her back, and she sucks a stuttered breath in.
“We’re fucking, darling,” I hiss in her ear. “My cock needs release, and your cunt’s going to provide it.”
Zara shakes her head, but her ass pushes into me, saying yes. I hold her against me, grinding into her as my cock strains against my jeans and begs for release. I’m dripping and I’m betting she’s soaked, even though neither of us likes each other, let alone wants to be this close.
I tighten my grip on her waist and move us away from the wall.
Zara struggles against me, her movements weak and futile.
Her defiance only fuels my desire, and I drag her to the other side of the cave.
She stumbles and it forces me to lift her slightly off the ground, carrying her across the cave.
We reach the far side and I shove her over a rock, my palm pressing into the small of her back as I hold her down.
“I don’t…”
I wait for her to finish and her weight sinks onto the stone as she accepts her place and the inevitable.
“We’ll make this quick,” I sigh, yanking at her trousers.
Her thighs rub each other and I imagine the throbbing between them is more than she can bear. My cock’s straining and I hate myself for needing her this much, but it’s agony to go without her and I need to claim her pussy.
I haul her clothes down, leaving her ass exposed. Even I have to admit, it’s a fucking sight to behold. Round and pert and practically begging for a spanking as the wetness leaking out of her drips down her legs.
“Fucking slut.” I run my fingers over her and she bucks. “So fucking wet for me. Does the thought of being taken by me turn you on, Zara?”
She stills, and her silence makes me unhappy.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I spit and she writhes. “You’re turned on by the idea of being fucked hard, aren’t you?” My hand twists her hair and she moans. “You want me to force this, hmmm?”
My hand connects with her ass and the spank echoes through the cave. I stare as her pale skin flushes a pretty shade of pink and Zara whimpers, shifting her weight again. I spank the other side and she moans, and I’m damn sure it’s in pleasure.
I undo my jeans faster than I thought possible and yank my cock free.
My hand pumps it as I run the head over her, teasing her clit as I find a little release.
The drops of precum forming at the tip glisten before they mix with her wetness and we’re both in desperate need of the relief a damn good fucking will provide.
“Admit it,” I hiss.
“Never,” she spits back.