“No, it would not be better, Braxis! That would be betraying the men I loved. Men I made vows to.”
“That's right—you haveseveralhusbands. But you will never see them again. So, what difference does it make to take me into your body and find pleasure in what I will do to you regardless of whether you accept me or not?”
“I don't love you.”
“Love,” he scoffed. “This isn't about love. This is about righting a wrong. You will receive my body into yours, my pretty pixie. Thatwillhappen. Why not receive some pleasure with it?”
“Because I don't want any pleasure from you. I refuse to betray the men I love. If you're going to rape me, Braxis, go ahead and do it, I can't stop you, but know that itwillbe rape. I will not give my consent and I certainly won't participate.”
“I could make you participate enthusiastically.” He grinned viciously and sat back on his haunches. His knees pressed my thighs open further and his turgid length rose into my line of sight.
“And that would still be rape.” I met his stare, refusing to look at the rest of him. “Forcing me to participate is still using force.”
Braxis threw his head back and roared, flinging his arms out to the sides and clenching his hands into fists. He looked like a man ravaged by demons and the irony wasn't lost on me. Nor was the fear. I drew back, clutching my knees to my chest as I watched him warily.
When the roar finally echoed into silence, Braxis dropped his head onto his heaving chest and let his arms fall to his sides. His face was twitching but I couldn't tell what emotions moved it. Braxis lifted his stare to me first and I flinched; it was crimson. He was either about to rape me or kill me. And I had every confidence that he could do both. Instead, he closed those menacing eyes and took a deep breath.
I breathed with him.
“Get up,” Braxis whispered.
“What?” I whispered back.
“Go and stand at the foot of the bed,” he said more firmly.
I crawled off the bed and went to stand at the foot. As I did, he went to where I had laid. His head dropped to the pillow and his eyes closed again as he breathed in deeply. His whole body shuddered. I gaped at him. What was happening?
Braxis shoved the pillows up onto the headboard/shelf and sat down to lean against them. One thick leg bent to the side while the other sprawled before him. He looked at me, his heavy stare coasting over my entire body as his chest rose and fell in a shivering motion. He took his turgid length of flesh in hand.
“If you will not submit to me,” he growled, “you will at least help me to ease the ache you've set in my stones.”
Braxis started stroking himself, his skin rolling under the pressure of his grip. A bead of moisture collected at the top and he gathered it with his thumb and dragged it down his length. I jerked my gaze back to his.
“Take off your panties,” he commanded with a glowing mouth. “And do it slowly.”
I bent automatically and slid my panties slowly down my legs. When I straightened, his stare went to the thatch of dark curls between my legs. Braxis licked his lips and stroked himself faster. The muscles in his chest rippled, his arms clenched, and even his thighs seemed to tighten. He slid his free hand below his cock and took his sacs in hand. Braxis squeezed them, rolling them within their thin case.
Then he cursed and stopped stroking himself. “Come here.”
I crawled back onto the bed but started to protest, “Braxis—”
“Damn you!” Braxis snarled, cutting me off. “I'm not going to rape you. Just come here!” He slapped the bed beside him.
I went to kneel on the spot he'd hit.
Braxis held out his hand, palm up. “Lick it.”
My eyes went wide even as I bent my head to lick his palm. The sharp taste of salt and man burst over my tongue. Braxis gasped, then groaned.
“More,” he said urgently. “Get it really wet for me, Amara.”
I laved his palm until it was dripping wet and Braxis brought it back to his cock. He let out a long sigh as he began to pump his shaft again. His breath became ragged as he slid his hot stare back to me.
“Massage your breasts,” Braxis ordered breathlessly. “Take them in your hands and knead them as you like to be touched.”
My body obeyed him. My hands went to my breasts and massaged them. I lifted my stare to somewhere above his head.
“Look at me!” Braxis snapped.
