“I amnotcorrupted.”
Both men chuckled, the mannequin servants all noticeably absent.
“You’re in le Voile with me. You begged me to claim you. You were eager for it, enjoyed the way I finalized our bond.”
Irritation welled in her chest, heat flushing her cheeks with righteous fury.
“I didn’t understand what that meant,” Isabelle said, turning to look at his face. “You tricked me.”
His smile only enraged her further, the subtle rocking of his hips sending continued jolts of arousal through her.
“What’s done cannot be undone.”
“Not all enjoy the bonding as much as you,” Rul said with a lick of his lips, interrupting the heated exchange.
Isabelle glared at him, though a tremble of fear coursed through her.
The bath may have lulled her, but she needed to remember the danger she was in, the fact that this wasn’t a mere abduction. These men were beasts in every sense of the word, Bellinor’s true form so monstrous that he could tear her apart in an instant. Rul had locked her up and had his way with her. It was only a matter of time before something worsehappened, at least, if she didn’t step up and try to do something.
For now, she played along, rocking her hips into Bellinor’s touch, which earned her a delighted groan. He slid his fingers through her slit, wetting himself with her arousal before pressing two in and petting along her walls. She ground against his palm, the stimulation making her head spin.
“Should I let her come?” he asked, and Rul chuckled. “I can smell her blood pumping, hear her pulse quickening. Already so close to the edge.”
“I’d rather make her come on my cock again.”
Bellinor tsked, tapping at her sensitive spot from the inside, squeezing it between his palm and fingers.
“Something that you will still be paying for, naughty boy.”
Rul’s forked tongue flicked over his lips as Bellinor kept a steady pace, gripping her around the middle when the pleasure was too much and she tried to squirm away.
Goddess, his fingers weren’t enough. She wanted him to bend her over the table and take her right there while Rul watched. There was something seriously wrong with her, the way her mind was reeling more than it ever had before, the dark and improper thoughts brought to the surface with just a touch.
Isabelle moaned, closing her eyes and trying to forget where she was, focusing on her building pleasure until she felt herself teetering on the edge.
Bellinor was merciful, keeping his movements steady until she let out a gasp, her climax racing through her and leaving her a quivering mess in hisarms. He withdrew his fingers, moving them straight to her mouth, which she accepted eagerly.
Rul’s eyes widened as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard and enjoying her own sweet taste.
What was coming over her? She’d been tempted by Henri and Pierre back in Marilet, but never had she been so inflamed with passion, so desperate formore,more,more.
With Bellinor’s hands on her, it was as if she completely forgot about her faith, everything she’d devoted her life to since her father’s passing. Even that dark day that was always on her mind faded when she reveled in pleasure, her only worry being the quest for release.
Bellinor brushed her hair over her shoulder, planting a kiss right under her ear, surprisingly tender after all he had done to her. A knot welled in her throat, and she had to fight off tears, embarrassed by the overload of emotion. He was a monster, and yet it was comforting to be in his arms, to relinquish power to him. She could almost forget the knife burning a hole in her pocket, or the fact that she didn’t belong here.
“Such a good little whore,” Bellinor whispered. “Evidently, Rul’s cock was not enough to please you, was it?”
The ghastly word brought a flush to her cheeks, though not necessarily an unpleasant one. It intensified the shame she already felt about giving in to her lust and disappointing the moon mother, the doctrine of chastity and piety that had been instilled in her since she’d joined the temple.
Abasement and arousal went hand in hand, every lustful bodily reaction and thought causing her distress when she knew it was a sin. But here, she had no choice but to accept the wrongness of it all.
Rul glared, his tail flicking behind him.
“I pleased her just fine,Master.”
A growl rumbled in Bellinor’s chest, his cock twitching against her legs, coming to life once more. He glared at the door and a servant appeared, a mannequin that was the same as all the others.
“Take her to her room,” he ordered, helping Isabelle to her feet and shoving her toward the door. “I will come to you later, my dear.”
