“Look at that. It reaches past your belly button, kitten.”
She squirms. Or tries to.
“Your little cunt’s gonna cry around me.” I drag the head of my cock down her trembling stomach, between her ruined thighs. “I’m gonna feel every fucking inch of stretch. Gonna hear every sound you make when I shove it in raw.”
Her lip quivers, but her jaw sets.
Then she mutters, “I’m not one of your Sovereign Sluts you can just fuck and command.”
My hand stills. Slowly, I look down at her.
“What did you just say?”
She flinches—fuck, she knows she fucked up.
“Tell me,kitten…” I lean over her, bracing my weight on one arm while stroking my cock with the other. “How the fuck do you know what a Sovereign is like in bed?”
She avoids my eyes. Her cheeks flush deep red.
“I don’t,” she mutters.
Liar.
My mind locks onto the words.Sovereign Sluts.Most people don’t even know Sovereigns exist. And the ones who do? Don’t speak about us like that.
My entire body goes still.
Who the hellisshe?
Before I can rip the answer from her throat, the door slams open. Dalton stands there, infuriated, his eyes roaming over her pussy and sweat-streaked skin. His gaze snaps to mine.
“They found us, Priest,” he spits. “Who the fuck are these guys?”
“Grab gear from the armory,” I order over my shoulder, “I’ll be right out.” I draw my knife and slice through the zip ties.
“Get dressed. We’ve got to move. Now.” I don’t wait for a response before I storm out, yanking on my shirt as the door shuts.
Disgust and anger claw at me as I stumble around the room. I can’t believe I came for him.
That I gave in.
That I liked it.
Fucking asshole.
I could’ve bitten him harder. Kneed him in the balls. Screamed until someone came running. But I didn’t.
I opened my mouth when he told me to. Swallowed when he spat in it. Let him use me and humiliate me. My pulse pounds, hot with shame, my thighs aching, the muscles still trembling. Every breath reminds me of what he did—what I let him do.
The worst part? The ache between my legs isn’t just from him forcing himself on me. It’s from the way my body betrayed me…from the way I wantedmore.
Boots thud down the hallway, men’s voices shouting to each other.
I finally find my jeans, hastily tugging them on and fastening the button. The blood stain on my thigh has darkened from red to maroon.
I need to get the fuck out of here, but first, my stuff.
My phone and the burner sit on the countertop. I snag my things, hastily shoving them in my back pockets. How the hell did I end up surrounded by fucking Sovereign, again?
