<div> Chapter 362: Who’s dead now?
 Unknown.
 I know that the girl or woman reading this now may have her face scrunched up in disgust because to them, I have been nothing but cheap— and I can not blame them for thinking that way about me.
 Why?
 Because they are right.
 I am cheap. Very cheap.
 And my cheapness is the only reason I would look at the face of the man who has made me feel less and less of myself with each passing day and not feel anything else besides desire.
 My cheapness is the reason I loved my tormentor so much simply because he was so good in bed, the mere thought of him touching me would make me exceedingly wet.
 And my cheapness is the reason I am now kissing him like my whole life depended on it even when only a couple of minutes ago, he had just shown a crowded room just how desperate he wanted Leilani to be in his bed.
 Leilani, not me.
 And do you know what?
 I always knew.
 I mean, why else would he go through all that stress just to have her sister out of the picture? Why else would he make me disguise as a girl who ’had killed her own mother’ just to be locked up in the Stormborn’s dungeons simply because he wanted me to get close to Chalice?
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 </div> Why else would he make me the bad guy only to swoop in like the hero of the day because he wanted her to feel indebted to him so much that she would agree to take his mark?
 Why?
 Because he loved her.
 And I knew this. But despite this knowledge, I still kissed him with all the fire in my body. I still pushed my bare breasts into his face, hoping that he would take the initiative and suckle on them.
 My body tingled with raw pleasure when he fisted one of my breasts in his hands, and the other free one, he slapped his lips unto, licking and sucking at the sensitive bud until I was nothing but a writhing mess before him. And until my entire body was so charged, heat pooled between my legs.
 When he kissed the spot between my breasts, I moaned. But just as I did that, I could also remember the way elder Timothy looked at me like I was a fool when Darius almost exploded after being told to take a wife.
 The disgusting memory coupled with the sweet sensation charging up my spine made me insanely confused and I found myself biting down on his lips while wrapping my legs around his waist as if asking him to leave but stay at the same time.
 You see how confusing that sounds?
 Exactly that.
 "Anita, I do not want to do this right now," his voice was gruff as he barked into my ears but despite saying this, his fingers still trailed quickly between my exposed thighs.
 They glided upward and upward until he arrived just at the entrance of my heat and I threw my head back, moaning in delight when he stuck a finger in and another.
 "Mhmnnn!" I moaned so loud, my voice echoed around the space between us.
 "You feel that?" He gritted against my ear, "you like it?"
 I didn’t get the chance to respond before he stuck another finger in and another... until he was almost fisting me.
 "Fuck!" I yelled, gasping. "That is too much! Take it out!"
 His touches came with an immeasurable amount of pleasure but with it came so much pain, I couldn’t understand it.
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 </div> But because I was too carried away by him, and too lost in the moment, I let him carry on.
 After a moment of intense fingering, I dropped to my knees, pulling down his pants with me as I went and immediately took his dick into my mouth as soon as it sprung out of his boxers.
 His reaction to that was fisting his hands into my hair. He gasped, stilled before me and moaned; "Fuck it, Annie!"
 "Just know that that wench will never do you like this!" I lifted my head to say before going back to devour his dick. But as soon as I said that, something in him snapped.
 His eyes sharpened and the haze which had clouded his features slowly dissipated. Goddess, I had almost feared that he would ask me to leave. That he would throw me out. But he didn’t do any of those.
 Instead, he roughly pulled me to my feet, slapped me hard across the face, and before I could respond, he bent me over a table and rammed into me without so much as a preamble.
 The scream that wrenched out of my throat was loud and agonizing. But what was more agonizing was the way he fucked me without a care in the world. It was the way he pounded his massive cock into me from behind without caring if I hurt or not.
 I was still reeling, still crying from the brutal treatment when he suddenly lifted my legs in such a way that I was completely bare to him and slammed so deep, I felt him reach my hilt.
 "Arghhh, stoppp!" I cried out in pain, shaking when I felt something warm trickle down my thighs.
 But it wasn’t my juices, neither was it his semen.
 The pain I had been feeling intensified when he thrust one last time into me and staggered away, panting as he went to rest against a wall.
 His eyes flashed as he said; "I loved you, Anita..."
 But it wasn’t the words that worried me. It was his choice of tenses.
 Loved. Like it was in the past.
 Loved. Like I no longer existed to him.
 I shuddered as I fell to the floor and it wasn’t until I tried backing into a wall that I felt a sharp pain at my lower back. It ripped through my body and soul, tearing at everything until all I felt was the urge to close my eyes and sleep.
 "If you sleep, you’ll die." He said slowly, emotionlessly, his eyes never leaving my face.
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 </div> "If you do not sleep, you’ll also die but you’ll just take longer to do so."
 "What did you do to me?" My voice was gruff, reflecting all the pain I was in.
 "I stabbed you." He answered so callously, one would think he was talking about the weather. "Talking to you earlier, I realized you’ll be a problem for Leilani... so I had to take you out of the picture. I had to make sure that—"
 "But she’s dead!" I snarled at him, hating the way he rolled his eyes at me.
 "She isn’t. She never was, and I’ll find her."
 Oh boy, he’s insane!
 "But do you know who will be dead now?" He asked coldly but before I could answer, he finished; "...you."
 Something twisted in my guts when he said that and I felt anger and frustration rush into me all at once. In annoyance, I tried to cast a spell but because I was too weak and in too much pain, I could do nothing.
 So I lowered my head and hissed; "You’ll regret this..."
 But even as I said that, I didn’t fully believe it. So I spent the last few seconds of my existence cursing him out, and cursing myself out too because I am indeed cheap.
 I am indeed stupid.
 And I am indeed the dead one now.</div>
 

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Chapter 362: Who’s dead now?

Chapter 362: Who’s dead now? Unknown. I know that the girl or woman reading this now may have her face scrunched up in disgust because to them, I have been nothing but cheap— and I can not blame them for thinking that way about me. Why? Because they are right. I am cheap. Very cheap. And my cheapness is the only reason I would look at the face of the man who has made me feel less and less of myself with each passing day and not feel anything else besides desire. My cheapness is the reason I...

Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.

Chapter 362: Who’s dead now?

Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose. - Chapter 362: Who’s dead now?