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And for all the agony and horror of this sentence, of this epic fall from grace, she could scarcely breathe from the lust on his beautiful face and the utter joy it brought her.

“Knight,” she croaked, unable to get enough air in her lungs as his hands slid slowly toward her womanhood.

“I understand why you panicked,” he whispered, his gaze not moving from his target. “But you should know… even though I wanted to devour your delectable body and all that is attached to it...” His gaze finally moved up and locked on hers. “I had decided to give you power through a hug.”

His confession set her heart ablaze and filled her with the power in them.

“Because you needed one of those like the world needs a savior.”

“Reuban,” she panted, clenching the covers as tears overflowed her eyes from his crushing words.

Her cries erupted when his finger glided slowly along her opening.

“There isn’t a single part of me that isn’t rejoicing over your treachery,” he whispered, twirling the tip in her opening. “And that it falls to me to tend to your punishment.”

Lust belted through her at those words as his power made her watch him carry out his unholy pleasure sentence.

She was riveted to the vision, no longer fighting, giving herself to it.

Ten seconds and she was reaching for it with her hips as his wet touch moved up toward the heat pounding at her clitoris.

“Knight!” she shot out, her mouth opening more with every increment toward that spot.

“Larena,” he whispered, moving along the perimeter of the desperately pounding bud. “My beautiful angel has many lessons to learn. And I will teach her all of them. The first being to never tease her Kollaborator King.”

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The rage in Reuban’s cock was visceral. The sight of her squirming hips had his undivided attention even while clauses and loopholes danced in his head regarding the Sinner’s Bond.

He understood enough to know it would not physically allow him to violate it.

Which left him to explore his appetite while praying he was permitted everything he craved to do.

He was also aware of a very interesting clause in regard to his position as a Kollaborator King.

He had to remain untainted by sin. And she had surely sinned.

But the fun part was his options for dealing with it.

Depending on the crime, he could simply judge it with punishment.

Or he could cleanse it if he was feeling merciful. And in her case, he was all merciful.

She’d taken his power with a kiss that unlocked his Kinghood. And that gave him the key to use the other King’s powers. The Dark Lust, and the Divine Fires and Winds. They were all his for this. To wield however he needed.

She’d provoked the Dark Lust, and the Fire and Winds were merely guarding the door while he used it to discipline her. They were do not disturb signs that came with lethal consequences if you tried.

“Confess to me, my Bellatore,” he breathed, working half his middle finger inside her. “Tell me why I’m punishing you.”

Her pleasure came in shocked bursts as her head fell back then came forward to continue watching. “I… I kissed you and… and…”

“And?” He pushed the rest of the way inside her, his powers picking up every detail of what she’d endured at the hands of the wicked. He closed his eyes, forming the exact concoction of fire and divine winds, then infused his aching need to heal her with them.

“Reuban! Oh!”

“Look at me.” Her tormented gaze found him as he touched every inch of her. “How does it feel my Bellatore?” he asked softly.

Her brows pulled together harder as his powers directed him to a spot inside her. “Oh God!”

“Answer me.”

“So good.”

“You want me to touch your clit?” He stroked his thumb all around the sensitive bud.

The agony in her eyes built as her perfect mouth went wider. “Please. Please, yes.”

Fuck, he’d intended to deprive her of an orgasm but that meant depriving himself. Why should he be punished for her sins? He asked himself the cute question merely for the fun of it.

He lay between her legs, deciding he wanted to both feel and taste her glorious breaking.

“Reuban, what are you doing?” she shot out as he lowered his mouth.

He paused just before devouring his dessert.

“Kissing your pussy.” There was something niggling in his memory about the etiquette of talking to a woman, but this power said his words had to match the crime.

Filthy. “And licking it,” he added, moving his finger along that spot inside her.

“Do you want my lips and tongue on your perfect, naughty pussy my Bellatore?” He needed to hear it while she was burning alive.

“Oh my God,” she panted, the words shaking as she fully realized her utter end and helplessness.

He stroked his face against her inner thigh right as her taut nipples became a fatal attraction.

He moved his other hand up her tight body, greedily claiming the perfect mound.

Her hot gaze snapped to her breast as he slid his thumb over the hard nipple.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she barely said, her hips jerking frantically for what he dangled before her.

“Answer the question, Bellatore.”

“Yes!” she half yelled. “Please, I want it, I want it more than anything!”

“I want to hear the words,” he decided, his own breaths thick as he lowered his mouth back to her pussy. Fuck. He closed his eyes, letting it consume him. “You smell fucking divine.” He traced the hot silk near her clit with the tip of his tongue, groaning at the jolt through her body.

“I want it, I want your lips and tongue on me. Your beautiful mouth all over me.”

The unexpected confession rocked him. He licked over her clit once, barely a flick as he squeezed her plump breast hungrily.

“I’m not sorry,” she panted.

That confession hit the pause button on his power.

He drew his finger slowly out of her, only to add a second before gently pushing back inside.

“I wanted it,” she shot out between breaths.

“I wanted to kiss you. I wanted it more than anything.” The cry wrenched from her chest, and he pressed his mouth on her clit with a victorious growl, moaning and sucking her orgasm from her.

She forced his mouth tighter to her pussy with every finger latched in his hair.

His dark powers showed him the perfect way. The pace, speed, and pressure for the longest, hardest climax she was capable of.

And while she rejoiced to every entity in the universe, he felt it. Her signature on some dotted line, binding her to a contract he only vaguely understood.