Free Seducing Destiny by Amelia Hutchins Page B

sister? Maybe harder, as she did?”
    I felt nausea pushing to come up. He was sick, twisted and so fucking dead. His fingers pushed past my panties and I did it. I threw up on him.
    “Fucking bitch!” he growled as he dropped the knife and used his magic to slam my face as if I was being slapped and hit repeatedly. I felt pain but I took it. I could handle it, as long as he didn’t punch my stomach, or harm the babes. He dropped me to the floor and pulled off his shirt and started removing his pants; he wasn’t using magic, which told me he wanted me to beg him, he wanted me to know what was coming without the quickness of using magic; he was taunting me. “Let’s see how you handle a real King,” he snapped.
    “Isn’t she your sister?” the other man asked as he sat on a stool, slicing an apple into small pieces. From where I lay slumped against the wall, I still couldn’t tell which type of Fae he was, or if he was of another Caste. He’d been such a convincing Ryder, so he had to be some sort of Fae, and he had to be powerful if he could open a portal. Impersonating Ryder, I knew, would be an automatic death sentence, so this guy had to have giant balls to have done so in the castle with the real beast in it.
    “No, she’s a traitorous bitch who I plan to ruin. By the time I’m finished with her she will know real pain, and she will beg me for death!” he was spitting. His hands ripped at my dress and he grabbed my arms as he pulled me back up onto my feet, until I stood before him wearing only my bra and panties on.
    “Faolán, do not touch her. This wasn’t the agreement we made. I trade her to you, you trade her to the Mages, and you give me my sister back,” the other man said as his eyes slid over my tummy. He looked like Light Fae, but it was hard to see or concentrate through the pain. “If you try to fuck her, she will give birth to the Horde King’s spawn now, and unless you plan on delivering them yourself, I’d stop this very minute. She’s in labor, you fucking idiot.”
    “I’m done waiting! She’s bested me at every turn, and I’m through waiting for my revenge. She took my birthright; mine!” he snarled as he slapped me again.
    I had blood oozing from my eyebrow, nose, and lip. I coughed up blood, and felt my eyes roll to the back of my skull as he backhanded me yet again. The other man shot out of his chair and grabbed Faolán’s arm before he could hit me again.
    “Enough!” he growled, daring Faolán to try for one more. “She can’t even fucking hit you back,” he said calmly. “I will not watch as you fuck your sister, or hurt her anymore. Do you understand me?”
    “I’m going to rip your balls out of your throat!” I shouted, surprising both of the men in the room. “Do you have any idea how dead you are?” I snarled as I finally found my voice.
    “He won’t find you,” Faolán said shaking out of the other man’s grip as he smiled and picked the knife back up. “They plan to cut you open, sister dear, like this,” he said as he pointed the sharp tip of the knife up and cut delicately into the flesh at the top of my collar bone, slowly cutting a thin, fine line down to my pubic bone. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it burned like hell. “To here, then after they pull the fucking brats out, I’ll take your powers, and then I’ll fuck your rotting corpse until it grows cold and even then, I’ll use it when the need suits me. You see, I have a way of reanimating the dead, as you found out with Joseph, so I could bring you back at my will, and kill you again and again, sweet sister.”
    “You seriously need counseling,” I whispered and then gasped as he slapped me again.
    “That’s enough,” the other man said as his eyes slid over me with something akin to regret.
    “Dyson, I’ll fucking tell you when she’d had enough!”
    Dyson stood stiffly, and shook his head. “She’s in labor, you fool. What you are doing is unnecessary and will only bring on