Page 112 of Wicked Curses
No, he didn’t get jealous, but this little witch had done something to him. Maybe she really was an enchantress who’d cast a spell over him while they were having sex.
He would have noticed that. He’d never seen her fingers working their magic on anything other than his cock, and if she’d tried to cast a spell and he somehow missed it, he would have felt a shift and the rise of her power in the air.
So thenwhywas he like this? He couldn’t think of any logical explanation.
He liked her, he admired her strength and courage, but that still didn’t explain this unfamiliar intensity of emotion he was experiencing. And he couldn’t let it go either. He had to know.
“Did. You.Fuck.Him?”
At least this time his words were more controlled as he bit them out, but anger still seethed in his tone.
The little witch lifted her chin. “I don’t inquire about your abundant sexual partners and sex life; don’t inquire about mine.”
“Do you want to know?” he murmured as he leaned closer.
He was pleased when her breath kicked up a little and she flattened herself against the wall. She was trying to get away, but the slight parting of her lips and the way her eyes fell to his mouth before returning to his told him all he needed to know. The enchantress still wanted him too.
With the back of his knuckles, he caressed her cheek. “Would you like to know who I’ve fucked since you?”
She slapped his hand away. “You’re disgusting.”
Orin chuckled as he found himself back on familiar ground. It was better when she was the riled one while he was calm and pulling the strings. It was better that she believed he’d been blowing through all those women when, in truth…
He hadn’t believed it possible, but he became angrier because the truth was he’d been waiting for her. He’d enjoyed twisting the screws into her while biding his time for when she returned.
She’d been a feast the likes of which he’d never experienced before; he was still mostly sated from their time together, though hunger was starting to creep in again. Still, he hadn’t needed to bed anyone else, so he hadn’t.
Was that entirely unusual for him? Yep, but he’d been okay with it.
Now, he was infuriated at himself for being so sure of what would happen, while she was playing by a different set of rules and screwing someone else. He had a new game to play with the little witch: fuck her, break her, and make her pay for this.
“I’ll tell you a secret.” He leaned so close his lips brushed her cheek and ear while he spoke. “None of them were as good as you.”
She planted her hands on his chest and shoved him back. “Get away from me!”
Orin relented a little as he leaned away again but kept his hands on the wall beside her head. “And picturing you helped me get off with all of them.”
“I hate you.”
He stroked her cheek again. “Maybe that’s what makes it so good between us. We’ll find out again soon.”
“I’mneverhaving sex with you again.”
“And at one point, you said you’d die before fucking me, but you’re still alive, so never say never, little witch. Your body belongs tome.”
He skimmed his hand down to her waist and smiled when she squirmed away from him. He saw the punch flying toward him a second before he caught her hand only centimeters from his cheek.
He chuckled as he lowered her hand. “That fire is what makes you such a good fuck.”
Keeping a firm hold on her fisted hand, he held it while studying her. Now that he was in control again, he could think better, and they had bigger things than sex to deal with.
“Where are you going?” he asked, releasing her hand and stepping away.
“That’s none of your business.”
“But it is, because I’m coming with you.”
“You’re not going anywhere! We’ve been planning for this and gathering supplies to keep us alive out there. You’re not ready, and I wouldn’t want you with us even if you were.”
