The Heir of Night

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Theia jerked back, staring down at Nyx in bewilderment. All willingness to succumb to his sin had vanished, her body going taut with shock. He just grinned at her, brushing her hair back. Her throat worked on a swallow, tongue lodging in her throat when he shifted his hips beneath her.

"What's wrong? Don't like someone knowing your deepest secrets?" He cooed, leaning forward to plant a kiss to the hollow of her throat. Despite the growing soreness in her spine, she threw herself back, rear landing between his ankles.

"Nyx," she warned, unable to keep the tightness in her voice from showing. He tilted his head, feigning innocence like the monster he was. The rage sparked to life in her chest that rose and fell with the impending knowledge of what power he possessed.

"Theia," he mirrored her voice. Her hands fell to his shins, nails digging into the skin. He rolled his eyes at her and laid back down, lifting his hands to motion two fingers at her. "Come here and sit on my face, I'll help you see why you should live."

"Nyx!" Theia barked his name, shoving his legs and she climbed from the bed. If he was daemati- if he knew what thoughts she'd been having...

"I do, Theia. I know every thought that runs through that pretty little head. I know how badly you want me to fuck you, I know how badly you want to die," he groaned, pushing himself up onto his elbows. The painful thoughts felt that way from his damn claws in her mind. Panic flared in her stomach and chest. She shouldn't have come here, she should've ran home and let fate take her. Her breath wheezed from her chest as she scrambled to find her torn leggings. She needed to leave, she needed-

Theia hadn't even seen him leave the bed. Nyx's hands slammed into her shoulders, rocketing her back against the wall. She cried out at the pain, eyes shooting to his. He truly was deserving of her hate. She should've killed him when she had the chance- though had she ever?

"It's not worth it running away from me. I know what you plan to do, you're not going to leave this house," Nyx snapped, towering over her.

"You're going to hold me hostage? You fucking-"

"Not hostage. More like my patient, since I'll be keeping you here until I know you're stable enough to be on your own."

Her eyes bulged, hands trembling with rage and anxiety. "You're insane, Nyx. You're fucking crazy."

He grinned, dipping his head down to kiss her neck. Her hands curled into fists when she felt herself tilt her head, giving him more access.

"I made a promise to myself to keep you alive. I did what I could before, but now you want to kill yourself. How is that fair?" He asked, tongue trailing her rapid pulse. Theia let her head drop to the wall, eyes squeezing shut.

"Why does it matter to you? You met me three months ago," Theia breathed out. Nyx chuckled against her skin.

"And I promised I'd help you. Are you going to let that all go to waste by killing yourself? Let all my father's and my own hard work go to nothing?" He let his teeth graze her neck and Theia cursed herself for the whimper that left her.

"So you're going to keep me locked in here as your plaything until I claim I'm satisfied with living?" His tongue flicked against her skin again. Theia wanted to shove him away.

"Theia, you know I won't fuck you unless you are begging me for it. I'm keeping you here because now, your life is in my hands," he cooed, pressing a long kiss to her jaw. Theia shivered, squeezing her eyes shut. "You've been neglecting yourself for weeks. I'll be the one to feed you, I'll be the one to make sure you're bathing and sleeping regularly."