“Lieutenant,” he commanded Bowie quietly, “clear the room.”
Immediately, Bowie and the other lieutenants, Connar, Lukas and Tomi, herded the silent people, funneling them out the enormous arched doors until the immense glittering room contained only the throne, Sveti, and Dev.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Knowing his eyes would be blazing venomous white by now, Sveti couldn’t look at him, or keep the tremble out of her voice, “Sire, I-”
“Shut. Up. You do not speak.” Dev could feel the granite in his graveled voice. So angry he could not control his horns, fangs, claws, but, he stared at her lowered head, she is so beautiful, so self-sacrificing, his stomach twisted.
The timber in his low tone dark and grim, he said coldly, “You left me. I ordered you to not leave the suite, the station.”
Keeping her body sideways to him, tilting her head slightly, she lifted her flaming lashes, the anxious blues searched his white discs for any kind of compassion or warmth and found none. “I had to help Ryen-”
His hand gripped her hip, he roared, “Shut up!”
Dev worked to keep the beast from taking him over, inside his body it roamed and pushed, snarled and fought to come out. It wanted to lift her gown and impale her. Now. It had waited a long time and it wanted her now.
He growled, “I don’t give a bleeding fuck about Rembrandt or anyone else but you. You put your fucking life on the line for a grown man who should have been protecting you from the start,” the hand he put on her shoulder turning her to face him shook with rage.
“Sire, I’m sorry but Ryen-”
Keeping his temper from blasting out of control, Dev put his fingers over her lips. “How dare you put me through that agony, worrying that I wouldn’t get to you before your fucking bráthair assaulted you, skinned you, burned you alive.” The nightmares had tortured him day and night while she was gone, and he couldn’t fucking get to her.
With a guttural sound he moved his hand to drag his fingers through his long loose hair. “You fucking have any idea what it did to me seeing you all…beaten, broken and bloody, barely conscious, in pain, goddamned bitten for fucking sake, with that bastard brutalizing you in front of his audience, about to violently rape you and whip you more?”
“Sire, I had to-”
He barked over her, “You do not talk! You deprived me of my wife, my husbandly rights, my comfort.”
“Comfort?”
“Aye,” he ground harshly. “Braydon Frasie, a friend of mine from the centaura Tamba-mer, was killed in an airjet explosion.”
“Oh Devi- Sire, I am so sorry.” She set her palm on his face, compassion and sympathy shone in her beautiful eyes.
He leaned into her hand for a second, then firmed himself.
Contrary to his words about missing her comfort, he said, “I do not want your sympathy. I want my rights you have denied me for ages. Get down, on your knees, and put your hands on the chair.”
At her confused look he barked, “Do it! Shall I bring your family back in to bear the brunt of my rage?”
She went to move off his lap, but before she could, he grabbed her jaw and kissed her with all his raging fury, suppressed passion, aching heart, until they were both dizzy.
Letting go of her face he ran his lusting hands up the front of her and cupped her breasts with barbarous strength, squeezing, crushing, growling gutturally until she cried out from his roughness.
He set her on her feet and moved off the chair. “Kneel, bend over and put your hands on the seat cushion. We have time to make up for.”
A fleeting glance at his leaden face, his slate eyes narrowed in acrimony, Sveti sank gracefully to her knees, bent over and placed her hands on the chair.
Chapter Thirty
Leaving his throne, Dev stood behind her staring down at her slender back, so delicate, elegant, the long flaming hair draping over the sides of her face. The most luscious ass in the world pushed up for his perusal and to take. And he was going to.
He grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it up to reveal pale pink silk panties. He was already hard from her sitting on his lap.
Her body shuddered at his touch. She was terrified of him. She should be. No one had ever defied his orders before, and lived.
The living hell she’d put him through, the agony of not knowing what was happening to her, the impotence to get to her, then the true hell of seeing her so…brutally injured. His big body shuddered with the dread he’d felt, the helplessness.
His legs on either side of Sveti, he bent over her, grasped her blouse and shoved it up as high as it would go to expose her pink bra. Unhooking the bra, he shoved the silk up too, exposing her breasts that hung like full ripe honeydews. Her nipples hardened with her fear.
Zues, how he had missed the sight of them, the feel of her supple globes in his hands. His dreams had been rife with images of them.
He growled, “I told you as your husband I would expect my due. You have denied me. That ends now. You will not disobey me again. You will never leave our residence without my permission. You understand?”
She didn’t move.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair lifting her head. Her lips parted, eyes wide. He barked, “Do. You. Understand? I will not ask again.” She nodded as much as she could. “Out loud, Wife, say it out loud.”
“Yes, I understand you, my Sire.”
Kneeling behind her, he let go of her hair and covered her breasts with his big hard hands. She wriggled, he moaned. Fondling them roughly, he pinched her nipples, clutching and squeezing her full flesh just short of causing her pain.
His cock rampagingly hard pressed into her ass, he pulled her body tight against his chest, relishing the feel of her safe in his arms.
But, she had disobeyed him and could have died for it. And, it wasn’t the first time. His growl low near her ear, he could have lost her forever. Releasing her breasts, he slid his palms down her side and to her back, grasped the silk panties to push them down.
“Sire, please,” she whispered.
He snarled bitterly, “You had your time to talk, woman, before you chose to leave me. Now you will be silent and give me my due.” Dev heard her gulp back a sob. With a grinding sigh, he re-hooked the silk bra, shoved her blouse and skirt down to cover her, got to his feet and lifted her into his arms.
His voice a mere abrasive whisper, he said, “I warned you Svetiessa, what I would do if you called me fucking Sire again.” He strode through the back passageway to his chambers.
Her voice small, Sveti replied, “I was giving you respect in front of- of your people-”
“Ha!” His scathing ire a coarse rumble. “If you respected me you would not have left me, not have thrown yourself at utter danger to go rescue your boyfriend. Nay, if you respected me, Wife, you would have respected me enough to trust me that I would have gotten Rembrandt safely away from your sociopathic freak of a bráthair. But, nay, you did not respect me. You have never trusted me to take care of things, of you.”
The doors to his massive chambers whooshed open at his approach and closed behind him.
Dev carried her to his huge bed and set her on her feet beside it.
He brushed her hair back, and slid his hand around her jaw to hold her still for his plundering, riotous kiss, bingeing on the savory taste of her, the feel of the plush lips yielding under his tough mouth and scavenging tongue.
The relief to have her there, his mouth finally on hers again washed through him with a shudder.
He didn’t bother with the buttons Sveti had so carefully done up like a protective vest, he grabbed the blouse at the collar and ripped it apart. At her gasp, he jerked the destroyed blouse off and tossed it.
He caught her wrists as she raised her hands to cover her breasts in the tiny bra. “Do not fight me, Svetiessa,” spat sarcastically, “Wife.” Releasing her, he spun her around and undid the back of the skirt and yanked it to her feet.
On his knees, he lifted each foot and removed her shoes. Sl
iding his calloused palms up her legs, up her thighs, her butt, he slipped his big fingers into her panties and with a hard jerk ripped them off. His eyes on her bottom, he clutched her round cheeks and groaned.
Bowing his head he rubbed his rough face on the smooth skin of her ass, pushed his thumbs into the crease to crush each cheek with his huge hands in a frenzy of anger and frustrated desire.
“Kneel,” he commanded. When she hesitated, he moved his fingers deeper into the crease of her bottom. Without comment, Sveti moved down to her knees.
Dev unclasped her bra, she didn’t fight him when he pulled it off, before it hit the floor his hands covered her breasts. He allowed himself a moment of enjoying their soft weight in his palms, clinching the chubby treasures.
Thinking of Krystian mauling her, his perverted hands on Sveti’s tender body, biting her, his anger overtook him.
He put his hard hand on her back, pushed her to bend and face the bed with her arms on the mattress, and roughly nudged her legs apart.
Tearing at his belt buckle, he yanked it apart and ripped his pants open. When the zipper grated down, he felt her shiver.
One hand splayed on her back to hold her down, he grabbed her pelvis lifting it, then took out his cock, wrapped his fist around it and jammed it against her woman’s opening.
“Devilos, don’t-”
“I am your husband, I will do as I please,” he stated coldly, so raging furious and blind with lust, he was about to just thrust his thick steel length into her, when she cried, “Devilos, please don’t take me like this, with anger and hate. No different than Krystian. Your strength, you’re too big, forcing me,” a sob hitched out, “you will hurt me in your rage,” in a whisper, “I will never forgive you.”
His temper unconstrained, he paused, growled fiercely, “You will never forgive me? You forget, my wife, you left me. Will I ever forgive you?” His knees shoved at her legs pushing them farther apart, he reached down and palmed her woman’s mound so hard she jumped.
A big hand spread on her slim back to hold her down and in place, he grabbed his cock to thrust into her when he felt her shaking under his palm with her silent weeping.
Drawing a hard ragged breath, he let go of his cock and wrapped his fingers around her hip. Lowering his other hand to slide down, he gently cupped her sex. She quivered at his touch. Whether in fear or desire, he couldn’t tell.
Dev caressed her feminine folds, slicked his thick fingers up her slit and circled her clit with his thumb until he felt her silk ooze out into his hand. Feeling her relax somewhat, and the evidence of her body’s reaction to his caresses, he reached for her breasts, cradled one, kneaded it, then the other.
His fingers stroking her sex, and gently groping her breasts, he felt her hips start to move with his fingers, a slight moan slipped from her as she wriggled against him, and more of her silk wet his hand.
Leaning over closer to her, he put his mouth in her hair, inhaled her fragrance, her familiar scent went right to his dick making it swell even harder and pound with the want to thrust into her.
His lips near her ear, he kept working his fingers on her core, and whispered, “This what you want, my sweet wife?” He carefully slid a thick finger into her small passage. So tight since they’d only made love those few times then she left him.
Feeling the anger build again, his long finger penetrated her harder, deeper until she cried, “Please!”
“Please, what, Svetiessa?” He thrust his finger faster then added a second finger stretching her so she could take his engorged, broad length.
“Please Devilos,” he snarled, mocking her, “I will never leave you again? Please don’t stop, Husband?” Growling through rugged panting breaths, his dick shoved against her naked butt rubbing her harshly, “Or, please take me now,” he shoved his fingers hard into her.
“Uh-” grunting from the dominant impact, moans burned her throat.
“Well? What is it, Svetiessa?” He whispered seductively in her ear, “Tell me you want me, tell me I can take you now.” His thumb stroking her hard bud, his fingers rough inside her tender sheath. Squeezing her breasts he put his lips on her neck and sucked so hard a red mark rose instantly.
“Answer me, Wife,” his heavy growl a harsh grunt from the strain of holding himself back from just savagely plunging into her.
Sveti writhed back against his throbbing manhood shoved between the crease of her bottom, then wriggled with mindless purling moans, thrusting forward into his roughly probing fingers, “Sire,” her breath caught.
“Devilos, dammit,” he smacked her bare butt with a sharp whack.
She bucked with a squeal, the smack punching her sex hard against his fingers.
He ground out, “Svetiessa, answer me. Can I take you now?”
Her gasping breath gushed the words out, “Yes, please, yes, Devilos, I- I want you.” She lifted her head with a needy whimper as he bore his mouth back down on her neck, crushing her breast in his violent hand.
He suddenly removed his fingers, stood up with her in his arms and laid her on the bed. He positioned her hands palms up next to her head then gripped her ankles and spread her legs apart.
“Don’t move,” it came out gruff in his strained throat. His gaze licked every inch of her body like a flame.
He stared at her lying as if in surrender, her hands up, soft rounded breasts calling for his hands and his lips, her legs wide apart to expose that tender pink knot, the lady slit he had been dying long lonely months to plunge into.
Dev reached over his back to grasp his shirt and jerked it off his head and threw it. Crouching, he undid his boots, kicked them off, then his socks, standing, he shoved his pants down pushing them the rest of the way off with his feet.
She hadn’t moved, just kept those baby blues on him, they slid from his blinding white eyes, down his massive chest to his sinewy hips. Her pupils dilated when they reached his rigid penis he gripped in his fist as he moved back to the bed.
Pumping his heavy cock, Dev climbed on the mattress, it sank and jostled slightly with his weight, he moved on his knees between her legs.
Reaching down, he trickled his fingers over her slit, and smiled as her silk dampened his hand. He took some of her natural lube and layered his seething iron rod with it.
Her small hips bucked up at his fingers massaging her sex, his fingers plunging inside her. “Devilos, now,” her shy voice begged, emboldened with the desire he burned in her, her body writhing on the cool sheets.
“Aye, baby.” His knees nudged her thighs as far apart as they could go, he dropped down on his elbows, his cock in his hand, voice a rough haze, he murmured, “You ready, baby?”
A bare whisper, “Yes.”
He slammed into her. She cried out with a hoarse rasp that choked from the bottom of her chest and scraped out of her throat.
His cock only halfway in, he paused at her cry. “Svetiessa, are you all right?” Dark face tight with the strain of holding his throbbing cock back from blasting off, heavy groans rumbled in his chest.
Dev watched her face ripple in pain, he eased back, caressed her warm cheek. “Baby?”
Her gulp audible, she nodded with shallow gasps. “Yes, I’m fine, keep- keep going.” Her serious gaze up at the tumultuous tornados that roared in his enigmatic eyes, told him of her own hunger.
“Ah, my wife.” His tense grin relieved, still angry, hot as fuck for his bride, then he remembered something. “Wait,” without leaving her body, he squirmed them as one body to the edge of the bed then reached over to grab his pants.
“Devilos?” He was squashing the breath out of her and she was on the pinnacle of coming, her body twisted and burned inside ready to surge into the sun.
He took something out of his pocket and dropped the slacks. He held it out for her to see.
“My ring?” her lips parted. “How did you-” her eyes darted up to his. “Did you…kill…”
The long black hair swung with the shake of his head. He l
ifted her hand and pushed the ring on her finger.
“Nay. His father, your father, rushed in and begged for his life. Svetiessa.” White seethed in his enraged orbs.
“I was so fucking furious seeing your ring around his neck, I was about to rip his head right off to take it, but,” he let out a breath, “your father interceded. Pleaded for his heinous life. So,” a grin nicked up the corner of his beautiful masculine mouth, “instead of death, since he said he broke your finger getting it off,” he shrugged.
“I felt it was only fair that I break his neck as I...removed the chain, which I then shoved down his throat. His next shit will be pretty, all gold and sparkly.”
“Oh, Devilos, that’s…sick, don’t tell me anymore.” She held up her hand to view her wedding band.
He gently stroked her face, said softly, “Krystian said you kept wearing it, refused to give it to him.”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, his growl pained with his words, “It means everything to me that you wore it even after giving yourself to him. It means you didn’t abandon me out of your heart.”
“Never,” she swore. Her gaze slanted up at him. “I just don’t get it, Devilos.”
“Hmm?” he murmured, resuming his slow push in her, still working his way through her tiny channel.
“Uh,” a sigh pushed out of her with his careful thrusting. “You, I mean, that day at the river. You said you didn’t want a commitment, then you turned around and deliberately seduced me into marrying you.”
The corners of his eyes crinkled with his smile, he kissed the tip of her nose. “Foolish girl, you misunderstood me. I was saying that you were mine; that I will not share. You anyway, other women I could have cared less,” he kissed her nose again and smiled when she wrinkled it.
“I was saying that day, Svetiessa, that you didn’t need to worry about me not wanting commitment because once I took you, you would be mine, there would be no other people for either of us. That you didn’t need to fear I wasn’t committed to you, I was fully into us being together forever.”
“But your other women-”
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