Page 67 of Betrothed in Fury
“Maybe you and your brothers should stay at Rothguard for the next few days,” I say, “until we’ve captured whoever’s done this and put an end to it for good.”
“That might be for the best.”
“Or have us all in one place for someone to kill us all at once,” I mutter.
He leans toward me. “If we fight together, we die together.”
Once again, I see a flash of the true leader in him. The man his father entrusted with his family’s safety.
“I’m proud to have my seed inside you. Proud to know I’ve claimed this ass and it’s mine.”
“It’s my ass.”
“Not anymore.” I offer a subtle thrust, and his jaw tenses. “I’ve stained your ass, your mouth, and your throat. I intend to mark every inch of flesh on this body, mark it so that everyone knows it’s mine.”
“I’m not something you can own,” he insists with the same frustration that’s been there since he first learned about our arrangement.
“It’s too late for that.” I slide my hand down my belly, collecting some of his cum along my thumb before stealing a taste. “There. Now I’m stained too.”
“Does that mean you’re mine?”
“Yes.” The fact that I don’t hesitate seems to catch him by surprise. I rest my hand against his cheek. “That’s what this all means. Marrying me means I’m yours, just as you’re mine. I’m a servant to your every wish and desire.” He leans his head against my hand, indicating that, despite how resistant he can be to me, he wants this too.
I trail my knuckle along his jawline, tracing the beautiful structure of his face.
In this moment, being so subdued and appreciative for what he gave me, I want to be honest with him, even knowing the cost. “Logan, I saw a rare thing in you that night when you killed Sik Vik. I can’t unsee the brilliance of this image in my mind. That primal state, so perfect and free. Like a bird in the wild, a falcon. One of a kind, and I’ve set my sights on you to capture, to totally possess, cage even. Subdue, train. It’s a sick thing, isn’t it? Because I know in my heart, even with this sickness that possesses me, that a free falcon is so much more beautiful, if you’re allowed to fly to the sky…” I should stop there, but this is my confession. “…but all I want to do is clip your wings, watch you struggle in vain to escape me, knowing you’ll never leave me.”
There it is, the glint in his eyes, the horror that assures me he really heard me, knows now how black my darkness is.
He avoids eye contact. “Why would you say something like that to me?”
I wonder myself too, but I already know the real reason. “Because it’s not fair to keep going on like this without you knowing about this evil thing inside me. The reason why I demand your submission. The reason why I won’t stop until I have it. And it’s worse than even all that because I know the only way I’ll be satisfied is once I’ve broken your spirit, worn you down until there’s only a hint of the light I see in you, and you’re totally mine.”
“Stop,” he demands.
But I can’t. “Everything they’ve said about me is true. I am truly a monster.”
If I weren’t, all this would repulse me, but I feel my cock pulsing inside him, filled up with the wickedness of my character, something he clearly notices as he locks eyes with me.
“What you’re describing is about power. Is that all you want?”
“As opposed to?”
“Opposed to? What do you think? We’re getting married. And you expect me to be faithful to you, never be with anyone else. You understand why this isn’t something I can go along with easily. Won’t either of us ever have any hope of finding love?”
“With each other?” I ask.
“That’s not what I meant. Just that, by creating this cage for me…and us…neither of us will be able to have that. Don’t you want that?”
He still won’t make eye contact, which surprises me because he’s the one who brought it up.
Love.
The word is so foreign to me. It’s not something I ever considered.
“I can understand why that would bother most people, but I don’t know that I’m capable of feeling. I don’t know that any of the Lordes are.”
“What do you mean? You don’t experience it? What about what you felt for your father?”
