Fate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe, #1)(70)

“I hate you, too.” The hand that was on my throat comes to my jaw and he squeezes so hard my lips pop.

“Yeah? Then why the fuck am I here right now?” Thrust. “Fucking you.” Thrust. “Owning you.” He lowers his mouth and captures my tongue, his nose brushing against the bridge of my own. “Who do you belong to?”

My mouth slams closed as I lift my hips to meet his, desperate to be closer to him. I feel my heart pulse to a steady beat the longer the seconds go on. I need him. Everywhere. Right now. Sweat spills over my flesh, and nothing can be heard but the slow slapping of our bodies meeting.

He rests his forehead on mine, his lips grazing mine ever so softly, a breath, minimal break in his anger, but it comes right back.

“Gonna break you, Little London. Rip your fucking heart out and run my talons through the middle. Wanna know why?”

I feel myself treading close, so close to that dangerous cliff of euphoria. My body buzzes as heat rushes through my fingers, right down to my toes. His pelvis hits my clit and I lose it. My body explodes from beneath his grip as little colorful dots dance behind my eyes.

“Because. It’s. Fucking. Mine.” He pulls himself out as my body trembles from the orgasm tearing through me. He yanks me down so hard that I fall on my knees in front of him as he jerks his cock over my face. “Open.”

Shit. My mouth parts as I look up at him from damp lashes and hot cum shoots out onto my face.

Well shit.

With his head tilted back, I slowly rise to my feet, running my finger over my cheek and bringing my eyes to his as I suck my finger into my mouth. “You have the story twisted, lover. It seems I’m the one who lives in your head, not the other way around.”

His hand flies to my jaw again, and I watch as the anger that was just there slowly transforms into a dark smirk. It’s wicked. The kind you’d imagine the devil to give you right after you sign your soul away and he prepares to take his first bite.

He shoves me backward, and I land against the hood of the car. “Now every time I see you, I can picture my cum on your face.”

Then he’s gone. Poof. Disappears into wherever the fuck he came from and there’s nothing but me, this field, and my pink Ferrari.

I shove my clothes back on, wiping the rest of his cum off my cheek with the back of my hand and ignoring the way it sets fire against my flesh. Fuck my life.

I land in the driver’s seat, staring off into the distance. How is it not bothering me that I’m in a completely different world, surrounded by strangers who don’t feel like strangers?

I hate Knight.

I hate that I can’t hate him when he’s naked in front of me with his monster cock in his hands, but I hate him.

I tap the button to start and put the car into reverse. I need to get out of here. Away. As away as I can, anyway.

I remember when I was a little girl, and my uncle took me to a carnival. It wasn’t the traditional kind, it had rides, sure, but it had all kinds of other shit. Like animals that would chase you, people who knew how to make everything homemade, and small kids who could recite books like they’d read them thousands of times over. I thought that was weird.

Next to this? It’s nothing. I sit in the car staring at the empty road in front of me. Completely empty. What is the point of having a damn road if there are no cars, anyway?

People—I think—are walking down the streets, going about their day as normal. The buildings are all large, over-the-top. I can’t see past the little shop in front of me, though. Nestled between two larger buildings, the small castle-like structure is lined with neon purple lights with a sign that reads Majick.

I drive the car into an empty parking spot right in front of the town square, shutting the door behind myself. A chapel is built into the middle of the gardens, only if I squint my eyes and look closer, the cross is upside down. Chills spread over my skin as I bring the key fob against my chest, swallowing past my fears.

He stole me.

Brought me here.

I have to keep believing there is a reason, and that reason needs me alive. I rush across the road and pass the small lantern lights that pave the way through the tiny shops. I stop outside the purple one, staring in through the windows. Someone brushes past me, but I don’t move, unable to look away. My hand comes to the handle and warmth fills my fingertips.

Crap. Okay.

I pull the door open and a rush of warm air washes over me with the sweet scent of burning sage. I let out a deep breath, finally able to relax for the first time since waking here, before stepping inside and allowing the door to close. Little crystals hang from the ceiling, with clouds of smoke drifting around the space. Tarot cards hang on the walls, with small silver paintings lined over the onyx-colored walls. It’s artistic and different, yet I feel completely at home.

“I wondered how long it would take for you to find me,” a voice says from behind me, and my hand pauses an inch away from the dark tektite rock in front of me. Created when an asteroid strikes Earth, I can’t help but feel drawn to the old stone. How did it get here? I know we aren’t on Earth, or at least that’s my understanding of Knight’s not at all helpful “my realm” comment. Do they have crystals the same way we do? Where even are we?

I slowly turn to see where the voice is coming from, when I’m met with a pair of the softest pink eyes I’ve ever seen. She has deep lilac-black hair that flows down to her tiny waist, pale yet flawless skin, and her lips have the perfect cushion that girls back home pay for.