Page 85 of The Harbinger
I’d laid awake nights before, resisting the urge to touch her smooth skin while I counted her rhythmic breaths. But as per the covenant, she now belonged to me, and no other man could lay claim to her. Any who tried would face my wrath.
I inched closer, deliberately scuffing my shoes against the floor, gauging her reaction. “I know you’re awake, Mia.” When she didn’t so much as twitch, I yanked the covers off her body and faltered the moment my gaze landed on the bloody binding sigil.
Mia screamed, ripping me from my stupor, and rolled to the other side of the bed. I caught her leg as she folded in half off the edge and dragged her back across the smooth sheets, my gaze landing on our dried blood.
She didn’t clean it off… yet she’d washed the blood from her face and wrapped her hand… Why?
“Leaving so soon?” I spread her legs and pressed between them as she flailed, her nails slashing across my chest, nicking the fresh wound. Razor-sharp pricks branched out over my chest. I roared like a pained beast, latching onto her wrists with a fierce grip, and crossed them at her belly, abating her recklessness. My blood soaking my shirt and pants smeared against her thighs like a virgin torn into on the sacrificial altar, feeding the voracity welling inside of me until her doe-like eyes tamed the ardent urge to squeeze her until her bones snapped.
“Shhh.”I hushed her as she struggled against me, and she went still, the fight in her vanquished with a single sound.
Her chest heaved from the struggle, the sigil on her chest dried and flaky. Her skin glowed with the essence of youth and a healthy dose of fear, yet she’d rebelled against me despite it.
With agonizing curiosity, my thumb rubbed against her scarred wrist, the raised flesh running horizontally across her tendons. “I wonder what it felt like when you drew the knife across your skin?” She shook her head, her brows furrowing. “Did you cut deep enough, or did you only do it for the attention?”
Was there a fragment of memory in her mind about that day? What had she felt, gone through, and experienced, in order for her to take such a drastic step? Did she feel her soul slip from her body as her life faded into the ethos? I brought her palm up to my cheek and placed its warmth against my beard, keeping her other hand pinned to her belly.
Now that I had proof she wasn’t meant for the altar, her existence became mine, and that sent a jolt of life to my cock. Although I’d sat on that information while Ruslan’s work forced me to neglect my little morsel but not anymore. I’d indulge in the wicked desires I’d suppressed since the moment I found the mark on her back telling me I couldn’t.
A purple bruise formed on her breast, my mark. My claim to her and my sigil bound her to me. The only means of escape was death, and even then, she’d be mine in the afterlife.
“Stop.” She tipped her head to the side, avoiding me. “I’ve done everything you’ve wanted.”
Laughter bubbled up. “Is that right?” She struggled, trying to pull her hands out of my grasp—her nails clawing down my cheek. “I understand English isn’t my first language, but I do believe obedience holds the same meaning across the globe.” I ran my nose along her throat, inhaling her scent of chlorine, spices, and copper. She was a unique specimen all on her own.
“Let me go.”
“Begging for your freedom has become exasperating. You had your chance to leave, and you blew it. Now, you’re mine, and I will ensure you know it.”
“You wanted me to kill you.”
I pressed my throbbing cock against her center, and she whimpered, sending chills rushing down the backs of my legs. “I guess your freedom wasn’t worth the blood on your hands.”
She pinched her eyes closed and clenched her teeth, but the slight dig of her hips against me gave her away. My chest swelled as I released her hands and pulled her off the bed by her hair. She called out my name, sending tingles down my spine, and grabbed my hand in her hair as she slunk to the floor, landing at my feet.
“There’s something about you on your knees, waiting for my next command…”
“You’re hurting me.”
“That’s the point.” I pulled on her hair a little harder, and she winced as she squirmed. “Undo my belt.” She looked up at me through her thick black lashes, her eyes wide and inquisitive, with her upper lip pinched between her teeth. “I won’t tell you again.”
Mia slowly moved her hands up, adjusting the metal buckle slick with my blood. She pulled the leather through the hole until it hung at my waist.
“Now my zipper.”
She shook her head. “No”
I tugged her head back until it rested against the mattress behind her. “Mia… we’ve discussed this.”
Her teeth dug deeper into her lip as she pulled my zipper down, her cheeks flush and rosy.
I popped the button at the top of my pants, and they fell to my knees, exposing my erection. “Put it on your tongue.”
Her cold hand wrapped around my hardening length with hesitation trembling her fingertips. She traced along the veins running beneath my skin and shivers peeled up my neck as fervent pulses gathered at my groin. Her laborious breaths whispered against my exposed skin.
“But I…”
“Don’t think. Just do it.” I placed my hand under her chin and forced her gaze up to mine. “Now open your mouth.” I grabbed the base of my weeping dick as her mouth slowly opened, placing my swollen, glistening head against her imprinted flesh, and then smeared my pre-cum across her lips. “Are you ready to be my good little whore?”