A Ruin of Roses (Deliciously Dark Fairytales #1)(43)

I struggled against him as he dragged my legs off the bed and dropped them. They swung down until my knees bumped the mattress. He leaned forward, his hard length resting right where I needed it. Where I hated that I wanted it.

My animal thrashed against my hold and my hips bucked back, in her control. Shivers coated me as I rubbed along his cock, momentarily dropping my head and closing my eyes, focused solely on that delicious sensation. He growled, his free hand gripping my hip and keeping me still while he rocked, the glorious friction dripping liquid fire into my desperate pussy.

“Hmm, Nyfain, fuck me,” I moaned.

My eyes snapped open at the realization of what I’d just said. Not what my animal had made me say—what I had said.

Had I no self-preservation? My mind had gone completely haywire.

“That’s not what I meant! I meant, take what you want and go,” I said, fighting my animal again. Fighting myself. Fighting the glorious sensation of his weight against me, pushing me into the mattress. The hard peaks of my nipples rubbed against my binding as I wriggled, my eyes fluttering as we rubbed against each other.

“Take what I want?” He reached around and down, sliding his hand against my stomach and then pelvis. He dipped farther, and his first two fingers slipped over my swollen clit.

I bit back a moan. The feeling of his beast rolled through me, dominant and possessive. It was almost like the dragon was in control. A moment later, power followed, lending me strength. Was the man giving me the ability to fight back against the dragon? That was what it felt like. Like Nyfain was fighting his beast, too, and trying to help me stand on my own.

Just a bit longer, my animal purred as his firm fingers made circles against my—his!—pants. His cock slid against me, the two working in tandem. My body was tightening up, rocking with him.

I did want to wait a bit longer. Goddess help me, I wanted him to flip me over, tear off these pants, and sink deep into my greedy cunt. My body was so keyed up. My pussy swollen. Eager.

“No,” I said to myself, using that power and twisting.

I threw off his hand and managed to pull up a knee. Before he could grab it and spread my legs, I kicked as hard as I could, the sole of my foot hitting him in the sternum. I expected his eyes to widen as I knocked him back, but instead a flare of pride soaked into that golden gaze.

I didn’t have time to wonder about it. I jumped from the bed and shoved him, careful not to let his reaching hands take hold of me. He staggered back toward the doorway. I fished the key from my pocket and held it out.

“You want to take me prisoner? Fine. Here’s your key.”

He stood panting for a moment, his huge cock erect, the tip glistening. I tore my eyes away from it, then away from that perfect chest, cut up from his many battles. This man was impossible, but he was affecting me in gut-clenching ways. It wasn’t fair. I’d always thought I’d land a nice guy who would smooth out my crazy. This bastard hands down made it worse.

“But tell me this—why me?” I asked. “Why take me prisoner and no one else? What did I do that was so wrong?”

He stalked forward, slinky like a predator. My body trembled under his gaze. He plucked the key from my fingers.

“Maybe someday I’ll tell you. I’ll have Leala come up and bathe you and bring you food. Get some rest. I’ll be your escort when it is time to harvest.”

He closed the door behind him. The key turned over, locking me in. Metal clinked, and I knew he was taking the key with him this time.

Annoyed, frustrated, and pissed off, I paced across the room and spread my hands on the windowsill. That overgrown and half-dead garden waited below, rosebushes reaching out in every which way without one bloom to cheer me up.

He’d said I could choose a garden and bring it back to life for my herbs. I’d choose that one so that when I was locked in here, I’d at least have something to gaze down at. For now, I shed the clothes that were not mine and put on a slip of fabric that had been left at the edge of my bed. It was likely for sleeping, but it would do until I had something else. No way was I going to try those cake-frosting dresses. They were probably from a past girlfriend of his. Or maybe he liked dresses as well; it was impossible to say. I just knew that they weren’t mine, and I wasn’t going to look a fool anymore.





Later that night, after a relaxing bath, meal, and bed, the swell of desire washed over me. Nyfain’s fingers wrapped around my ankles, the memory morphing into a dream. I groaned as his large hands spread out and took the inside track of my legs, reaching my knees and pushing them wide.

I lay flat on my back in bed as the moonlight soaked up the darkness. The slip of fabric draped over me, light and soft against my fevered skin. The covers had been pulled back, and Nyfain sat between my spread thighs, nude and gorgeous despite his scars. It looked picture perfect, like this was actually happening. Like I’d come softly awake without realizing it.

He worked his hands farther up, bunching my nightgown as he went. His touch seared the insides of my legs. I arched back, spreading wide for him, desire drenching me.

“Do you want me to fuck you, pretty girl?”

His voice was different, not the scratchy sandpaper laced with power and confidence and pain that I was used to. Now it was silky and sensual, winding my desire higher.

“Do you want me to thrust my hard cock into your wet depths?”