Page 67 of The Dark Prince
“Lady Black, that’s such naughty behavior.”
I gasped against him as a bolt of pure lust surged through my core.
“Say it again,” I begged. “Please!”
Genuine surprise and pleasure lit up his features. “Lady … Black …” he purred into my neck. I cried out with frustration and need. Why wasn’t he touching me?
“Behave,” he cautioned, letting go of my wrists long enough to throw my cloak behind him onto the floor and rip my underdress open with his bare hands. Cool air hit my breasts as he stared, and I used his distraction to grab his cock again and squeeze it.
“Bad,” he grunted, grabbing my wrists and pressing them hard into the mattress behind my head. I arched my hips up into him, desperate to touch him and have him touch me in return.
“Must I tie you up?” he taunted, kissing and licking a trail of fire down my neck and lapping at the hollow of my throat.
My body quivered with anticipation just imagining it.
“Youwouldlike that, wouldn’t you?” He asked, half mocking, half in wonder. I arched my body up and against his.
“Please,” I begged. “Make me your wife in every way.”
I thought that was what he wanted to hear. It’s how I felt, for fuck’s sake. But it was as if I’d told him I hated him.
His muscles went rigid, and he stopped, hovering with uncertainty above me. His face twisted with pain.
“No,” he grit out. “I won’t do that to you. I won’t.… I won’t kill our son.”
Just like when I saw Aella straddling him, I pushed away my first sense of hurt and pain, instead latching onto my anger. I thrust up against him again, wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding his pelvis against mine.
“You are my husband,” I growled at him.
His eyes rolled back in his head with agonized ecstasy. “I can’t,” he moaned. “I can’t.”
He pushed me back down on the bed, pinning my wrists with one hand. With the other, he pulled his belt off in one swipe. He wrapped it around my wrists and tied it to the end of one bedpost. I bucked and writhed against him the entire time, which only made him angrier. He finished tying me and backed away.
“I can’t bear to hurt you,” he pleaded with me to understand. “I’ve already hurt you. I’m a monster, Isadora. You’re just enthralled with the first man who’s treated you kindly. Don’t—”
I lashed out with my feet, landing a hard kick to his side. “You bastard!” I screeched. “How dare you tell me that what I feel is because of … because of them!”
Angry tears streamed down my face. My step-family had ruined everything in my life. They wouldn’t ruin this as well.
Tyr was still at the foot of the bed, as far away from me as he could get without leaving it. One hand held the good side of his face, his dark hair falling over his bad side, so I couldn’t make out his expression. He didn’t move or respond.
Oh, I’d be damned if he thought he’d ignore me again. I was settling this, once and for all. I knew I had to do something so damaging to his pride that he would snap.
I spit on him.
Faster than a striking cobra, he reacted, one large hand snatching my throat and squeezing, the other pinching my breast so hard I gasped at the sudden pain.
“This is what you want?” he cried out, claws bursting through his nail beds. His golden eyes went black, and his hairline grew, spreading down his neck and shoulders.
I should have been terrified. I should have apologized and tried to calm him down.Being with Tyr did make his beast come out, I was sure of it! But I wasn’t afraid anymore.
But his aggression only made me want him more, and he knew it. His nostrils flared as he smelled me. “Dirty. Little. Lady. Black.”
I moaned again as his hand went under the hem of my dress and he rubbed his furred knuckles against my bare sex. “So wet,” he panted. The hand around my throat squeezed again, and I bucked against his hand.
“You like it rough. You want the beast,” he accused, again torn between lust and amazement.
“I want you,”I clarified, writhing as I wished I could reach down and touch him. For one glorious moment I knew a brief flash of victory as his cock nudged my entrance, slick and ready.
