Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

Desperation filled me now. “So make me one.”

“No,” he said instantly, rage glinting in his eyes as they fixed on me.“Hell no!”

But I wasn’t letting this go. “You need to find your sister, right?” I looked toward the others. “Youneeda way in…letmebe that way.”

Riven shook his head.Goddamn stubborn man.Didn’t he see what I was doing here? Didn’t he see why—

The image slammed into me. Dark. Erotic.Desperate.

Him and me and all the dark, depraved things he’d done.

“It’s not the craziest decision,” Kane offered.

“No.” Riven scowled, this time with a shake of his head. “I’m not having her at the mercy of those bastards.”

“But I wouldn’t be,” I whispered, and took a step toward him. “I would be at yours.”

The scowl disappeared.

“You need to train someone, right?” I murmured, searching his eyes. “So, train me.”

“Jesus,”Kane whispered.

But it was Riven I focused on. Riven was the one who’d make the call. He flinched, his face paling as he shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Don’t I?” I slowly sank to my knees in front of him.

In my head, I saw all the women he’d touched, their mouths, lips, breasts, his fingers deep in their pussies as he forced them to obey his every debased whim. I wanted to be that for him. I stared at that crisp black shirt, then the gleaming buckle of his trousers. I lifted my gaze, looking up at him like a god.

Because he was in that moment.

A dark, murderous god.

I leaned forward and closed my eyes, rubbing my throbbing cheek against his cock. The warmth of my breath heated the fabric. It didn’t take long for him to respond, twitching, thickening.

“Helene…” he croaked, unleashing a bestial sound as I opened my mouth and rubbed my lips against the outline.

I pulled away and reached up, tugging his belt and working the buckle. “Use me. Train me. Let me be atyourmercy.”

He grabbed my chin, stopping me. Fear blazed in his stare. “You don’t understand. There’ll be others.Allof them, and it’s not just the ones here. It’ll be streamed. Anyone could be watching.”

“Then let them watch.” I was past the point of caring. All I wanted was him. I opened my mouth, pressing it over the head of his cock. “You want to do this with one of them out there, or me?”

It was that simple.

He moved fast, grasped my arms and dragged me upward until I stared into his eyes. “Tell me again. Tell me you want to do this.”

There we were…

Not a no.

He was thinking about it.

“If you have to touch someone, force someone…train someone. Then let it be me.”

A tortured need filled those dark eyes. I reached up, brushing my thumb across his cheek. This wasn’t right…but none of this was right. I shouldn’t feel breathless around a man like Riven Cruz—I glanced at The Teacher, Kane, and The Priest, Thomas—or any of them.

But I did.