Page 106 of Once Upon a Fable

And yeah...that was all I could handle.

Bound hands or not, he would pay for stealing my final chance at freedom.

“Youbastard!” Throwing myself at him, I wedged my shoulder into his chest and bulldozed him to the muddy ground.

He crashed into the dirt, flat on his back, gasping as his lungs struggled to drink air.

I stood over him with rope-wrapped wrists.

The temptation to run while he was incapacitated came and went.

There would be no more running. He’d made sure of that. From now on, I had to stay. I was his, whether I liked it or not. But I wouldn’t make it easy for him. I wouldn’t let him keep barriers and shields between us.

He felt what I did when his cock was buried inside me.

I know he did.

He’d felt that punch to the heart, that utter destruction of everything inside, and until he admitted it, we were both as good as dead.

Raising my foot, I stomped directly over his demonic heart. Pressing my toes onto his rib cage, I added all my weight so he felt a fraction of the worry and wrongness that I did. I wanted to crush his heart. To stop its tattered beating until he was reborn a gentler, kinder version of himself.

I stomped harder.

Anger roared through me as the image of him tossing my keys into the darkness replayed over and over again.

“God!” I twisted my foot harder into his skin, needing to hurt him. Needing him to feel as wretched and as horrified as me.

In reflex, his hands latched around my ankle. His biceps bunched with the instinct to jerk and throw me off him. But...the second he touched me, the droplets ceased falling, the forest stopped splashing, and it was just us.

Us in terrifying silence.

Silence full of intimacy, sympathy, and worst of all...need.

His hands on me.

His fingers tightening around the paper-thin skin of my ankle.

I swayed as the chemicals in my blood made me useless and utterly incapable of being rational.

His hips rocked up, seeking. My belly clenched, answering.

Madness.

This is madness!

We were once again infected withmadness.

The silence ended as quickly as it’d deafened us, returning to crashing rain and growling thunder. We shivered at the same time, leaving us at the mercy of lust.

His fingers glided up my calf, electricity sizzled from his skin to mine—lightning bolts between us instead of from the sky. My knees threatened to buckle beneath the desire to fight and fornicate.

His eyes turned heavy and hooded; his head shifting in the mud as his fingers crept higher.

A moan crawled up my throat as he traced around my knee.

His bare cock thickened, smeared in mud and rain, looking as if we’d both been animals of the woods for far longer than just a night.

Our gazes locked.