Page 31 of Cut of the Dark Elf's Blade
Rhiucra takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a second. I watch while Luocre examines Rhiucra intently, as his hand goes to the dagger that is hanging loosely from the belt around his hips.
I cannot help but be entranced by the movement of his large hand as it circles the hilt of the knife.
I swallow convulsively and have to suppress a small moan as Luocre strokes the hilt of the knife up and down as if he is stroking his cock.
My eyes widen when a small grin stretches across Luocre’s face. Almost as if he knows that I am hiding there, watching him.
Rhiucra opens his eyes then and exhales heavily as he stares at Luocre.
“Why don’t you go home? Why don’t you just go to your apartment in the city? I am quite sure that it must be inconvenient for you to stay here, away from your…work. Why don’t you return when Father returns? I’ll even write a letter telling you when he returns.”
Luocre smiles languidly and finally pulls the knife from his belt, where he has been fingering it the whole time that Rhiucra has been speaking.
Then Luocre takes a step towards Rhiucra, the small smile still on his face while he twirls the blade of the knife between his fingers.
“The only reason you do not want me here is because of a certain human servant girl. You don’t give a fuck about me scaring away servants, or even scaring poor Mother to death.”
This time when I have to swallow, it is not from desire. It is a blend of fear and curiosity.
Is Luocre talking about me?
“You just want her all to yourself, and you’re using all these other reasons as fodder to get me to leave. And that is very devious of you, Rhiucra. You claim to be such a good, upstanding dark elf. And yet, here you are, using deception to cover up the truth of your feelings.”
“How can it be deception if it is the truth?” Rhiucra asks Luocre staidly.
“Just say you want her!” Luocre throws his head back and laughs. This reveals his unnaturally sharp, white teeth. I have never seen anything more frightening.
I am sure that he could kill Rhiucra while laughing like that. He would kill Rhiucra and not even break a sweat. He’d kill Rhiucra so quickly that the echoes of his laughter would still be bouncing off the walls.
“Just say you want her! Fuck, you should have taken her a long time ago! You should have just taken what you wanted! But no, all you do is continue to be a coward! You shame me, Rhiucra! You shame me!”
And with those words, Luocre’s face contorts into a sneering snarl, and he spits at Rhiucra.
Rhiucra flinches back and wipes the spit off his face.
“I will have her. You never will. You should let go of dear little Neveah and the idea of her being your lover. You should give up on her completely because she will never want you.”
Luocre is still sneering at Rhiucra as he continues speaking.
“That’s what you want, right? You want her? You want to take her to bed and make sweet love to her. You want to mate with her and have small half-human children with her? Right?”
My cheeks burn as Luocre seems to reveal Rhiucra’s darkest desires.
Is that really what he wants? To bed me and make me into a little, subservient mate?
Luocre’s expression changes again to one of delight as he looks at Rhiucra, whose head is hanging as he stares at the ground.
“Trust me.” I shiver at the darkness in Luocre’s voice. His voice is also cold and depthless, and treacherous. “That is not what she wants. I know exactly what she wants, and it isn’t you.”
“You can’t know anything about her!” Rhiucra’s face is angry. “You don’t know her at all! She is sweet and kind and good and not meant for you at all!”
I feel almost bad that Rhiucra is trying so hard to defend my honor when in reality, everything that Luocre has said about me is true.
“Neveah isn’t like that. She’s not like that.” Rhiucra continues to repeat those words over and over again, while Luocre laughs quietly.
“Neveah isn’t like that.”
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