A sick, sick recipe of exploitation, perversion, and abuse.
I’d been prepared to give up.
I’d longed for death.
I’d been weak.
How could I?
I could never let them win.
Never.
Swooping upright, I collided with the woman hovering over me with false kindness. The guest who poured gasoline over me, her touch the match, her voice the devil’s fire.
I’d never lusted for a guest before.
Never actually wanted to fuck one of my oppressors, but for her? I’d make an exception. She was different. She affected me. She was right and wrong and pain. So, so much fucking pain.
Snatching her arm, I threw her to the floor.
“No, wait—”
I didn’t hear the rest of her plea as flames gusted in my ears and snow swirled in my eyes. I was nothing but elements. Hot and cold. Biting and searing.
I wasn’t human.
I was wind and smoke, ice and frost.
My head howled with pressure. My hands pawed at my enemy. And my body. Fuck, my body was hard thanks to Levin’s touch. I was needy, desperate, and out of my mind with desire.
They’d broken me.
They’d given me a promise of pleasure, only to burn me alive.
I needed that release.
I thirsted for it.
And they thought they could take that away from me?
Deny me the one precious second I might’ve been free?
No.
Fucking hell no.
They owed me.
They all owed me.
“Kas, stop it!” the woman screamed as I shoved a fist against her sternum and kept her pinned to the floor. The spark of our skin was the worst kind of magic. Her heat. Her scent. It drugged me, corrupted me.
She struggled and fought, her legs flying as she tried to get away. With my other hand, I unbuckled my jeans.
My head cracked with a fissure of wrongness.
I’d been naked in Levin’s bed. Freezing and dressed in snowflakes.
Now I was clothed and on fire.
My mind made no sense anymore.
I was lost and alone, and she did this to me.
She was the one to burn me, to feed fire into my blood and ash into my heart. Just being near her made my body sing and snarl. She was a witch with the perfect spell to ruin me, and if I gave her the chance, she’d collar me, leash me, and have me bowing at her feet. I’d shamelessly lick her toes and plead in the mud, begging and crawling for a single scrap of her attention.
Why did she have such power over me?
Why had I never been summoned to her before? No matter the sick and twisted games she’d command, my body would’ve obeyed. She would’ve been the only one.
I knew that with my entire soul.
She was a siren in my head and the conjurer of my body.
I’d never been so fucking hard.
Achingly hard.
I didn’t know who she was, but she was the most dangerous guest I’d ever served. A single touch from her was a thousand needles of poison.
She has to pay.
My nose inhaled roasted flesh. My flesh. My tongue tasted musk. Her musk.
She still fought me, goaded me. Thinking she was in charge. Thinking she could fuck me, hurt me, rule me.
Not tonight.
Tonight, it’s my turn.
I shuddered as blinding desire shot through my belly.
So foreign, so unique.
I basked in it.
I got lost in it.
It was a gift, a curse, a beginning, and an end.
If I had to serve this witch for the rest of my days, then I would sure as fuck introduce her to the animal that she’d captured. I would teach her that even though I was worthless, I still had the strength to make her scream.
Chains snapped off me. Conditioning slipped away. They’d set me on fire to watch me burn.
I might burn tonight, but she’d burn with me.
We’d die together all while she submitted.
Die.
I want them all to die.
“Don’t do this! Wake up, for God’s sake! It’s me. It’s Ge—”
“Quiet!” I roared, ripping on my zipper and shoving the denim down. My ears buzzed. My head throbbed. Flames incinerated my eyelashes. My hips rocked on their own accord, selfish and manic, feral with the need to mate.
With jeans clinging to my thighs and the sounds of my own grunts mixing with the crackling fire, I fell on top of the woman.
She fought me. “Stop it!”
My entire body jerked.
It’d never felt like this before.
The tingling, the hissing, the crackle of connection and chemistry.
I’d never been so fucking mad or so hungry for sex.
If fighting her felt this good, what would fucking her be like?
My left arm, complete with some weird contraption around my forearm, kept her throat locked to the floor while my right went to her hips.
She couldn’t stop this.
It was already too late.
I had to have her.
She. Was. Mine.
Levin vanished.
Chewed by fire or waiting in the snow, I didn’t fucking care.
He’d turned me into this.
He’d snapped my mind and left me gagging for more.
I wanted to be the one in power for a change.
To hear someone else beg for their life.
To have them cry and writhe, to whimper and obey.
I sought her trousers. A skirt. Panties. I prepared to rip down any obstruction between us.
But there was nothing.
Just bare skin and delectable warmth.
Warmth of a human instead of fire. Warmth that was comfort instead of pain. Warmth that drew me in, intoxicated me, and made my vision turn black with desire.
“Think you can hurt me and not be hurt in return?” I hissed, wedging my hips between hers, spreading her legs with a strength that surprised me. I was stronger than her. By a lot. It took hardly any effort to kick her ankles apart, sink until our bodies pressed tight, then seek that perfect softness that had no choice but to welcome me.
“No!” Tears fell down the woman’s cheeks. “Don’t.”
Something inside me cracked.
Something commanded I stop.
But when had they ever stopped?
My tears had meant nothing to them. My screams, my begs, my blood. It’d all meant nothing. It’d all added to their lust. Their thrill.
That was me now.
I was them.
I was the monster, and fuck, it turned me on.
No, I wouldn’t stop.
I would never stop.
I’d earned this.
It’s my turn.
My hips surged forward.
Her back bowed. “Please—”
I found her entrance.
“No—”
“Fuck!” I thrust deep.
I sank fast.
I sheathed my entire length inside her.
“Oh, God,” she cried out, arching beneath me as I took her.
I couldn’t breathe as her body fisted tight around mine.
Holy Christ, I’d never felt anything this good. This intense. This toxic.
She felt like sin and air, freedom and suffocation.
It wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough.
I had to have her. All of her. I had to imprint her onto my soul and stamp ownership all over hers, just like others had done to me.
She was just...more. More pain. More lies. More perverse in every way.
I couldn’t get enough.
I pulled back and thrust deep.
She moaned.
I snarled.
Never.