Page 31 of Broken Souls

Until I’m riding him so fast I see stars. Until my limbs no longer seem to know how to work, they’re so exhausted, so poised on that edge of ecstasy.

He sits up behind me, his cock hitting me at a new angle, and I cry out in utter pleasure. One of his hands reaches around me to rub my pussy, applying pressure just the way I like it. The other tightens around my throat.

His breath tickles my ear. His teeth latch onto my lobe. “Don’t you fucking come,” he growls as he tightens his hand around my neck.

He removes his hand from my pussy to force my head to turn to the side so he can kiss me, then puts it back, his fingers stroking me slowly as his other hand grips me too tight. His tongue dives inside my mouth, stealing the last of my air. Taking my breath and making it his. I try to kiss him back, to keep riding him as he needs me to, but all the oxygen has left my lungs, and my limbs are becoming too heavy. My brain too sluggish, then too loud as it screams at me that I’m dying.

That he’s killing me.

That the person I love is too dangerous a man.

No.

No, he loves me.

He’s just scared of the vulnerability I make him feel, but he loves me.

He won’t hurt me.

As the last of my consciousness starts to fade, I rub my lips against his, mouthing, “I love you. I am here…”

I will always be here.

Eleven

HIM

She’s a fucking liar.

She doesn’t love me.

Doesn’t want me.

She’s just trying to manipulate me.

She never even started the blood bond. I’ve tried these past two days to connect with her, to find it, to use it as a reason to ignore all the evidence painting her as guilty. Every fucking hour I tried searching for it, as if the past forty-odd other attempts were somehow done wrong even though that’s impossible. A blood bond involves soul magic; a person just has to want it hard enough to make it real. No curse can stop that.

Sothisis what the bitch deserves forfucking betraying me. For tricking me into loving her until I showed her the ledger. Until I let my guard down. She pierced my heart with her fucking barbed arrows, and I need to pull them out despite the pain.

So I squeeze her neck harder. Keep her air supply cut off even as she passes out. I just need to do this for a couple minutes longer, and all thispaininside me will be gone.

“I fucking loved you,” I growl.

My fingers clench a little bit more as my lips move across hers. She doesn’t kiss me back. Doesn’t move at all.

She’s dying.

I’m killing her.

And my heart can’t fucking take it.

With a guttural cry of pain, I release her neck. She sucks in a breath immediately.

I’m sorry, Micha. Fuck, I’m so sorry.I hold her up as she sags against me, locking my arms tight around her. Her eyes flutter open to find mine, and there is trust there, like she knew I would stop even when I didn’t.

My throat thick with words I don’t know how to say, I grab her thighs and hold her above me. Then I start fucking her hard and fast and feral. But now it’s desperation driving me rather than rage.

Fuck.