"Start telling me everything, or I'll make your life a living hell until I hunt down that damned Luce," I threaten, and it's when I mention the leader's name that she snaps out of her stupor.
"I'm not afraid of you." That's the answer the witch practically spits at me.
" There never was a little bird, damn it!" I curse, almost growling. As my hand on her neck slides to her jaw, I pull her against me and capture her lips without any mercy, our mouths crashing together with an exciting violence. My tongue invades and lashes against hers, imposing and demanding. I kiss her with anger, with rage, and with lust. I impose a punishment, while simultaneously flagellating myself. My body recognizing her and wanting more, while my mind accuses her of being a traitor. A f*****g De Luca, whom I shou
