His lips tickle the shell of her ear, causing her breathing to hitch in her throat. “I own you.” His gruff words are a sick promise. “Your mind,” she whimpers as two fingers trace her temple, “your body,” his possessive grip gropes along her curves, forcing her to strangle a moan, “and your spirit.” He presses his hand on her chest between her breasts.
Their eyes meet, and she swallows hard.
His hand tangles in her curls. Her heart thumps as she anticipates he will dip his head and kiss her. Instead, he withdraws abruptly, leaving her cold and empty. When he returns, he bears the familiar rope to bind her to the cot for the night.
“Please, no.” A choking sound wrecks from Avina as she scrambles away from him. Not that a night of freedom will offer her a restful sleep. She is desperate to track their progress to flee at the right moment.
“I cannot allow you to escape me.” He stands over her and removes his cock. He forces it into her mouth while he binds her wrists to a leg of the cot.
Her eyes water as his head hits the back of her throat. Despite securing her, he does not relinquish his assault on her mouth. She kneels on the ground, helpless, gagging, and crying around him.
He grips her hair, holding her head still and stroking her cheeks. “What is this hesitation? You took me like a fucking whore when I was at your mercy.”
She glowers at him, loathing herself for allowing his touch to stir anything within her.
At least, not anymore.
“You are a pleasure slave, not a Queen. You will take my seed like we both know you can.”
Before she can fight back, he relentlessly pounds into her mouth. She chokes and drools as he restrains her head.
“Swallow it all. Do not lose a drop.” His guttural command arrives moments before he unloads at the back of her throat.
She sputters and chokes. His taste mocks both her twisted desire and the trapped situation.
When he steps away, she spits at his feet, glaring upward with drool and cum coating her chin and neck.
He grabs her chin, forcibly tugging her so close that she can feel his hot breath caressing her face.
“I am going to enjoy you.” He pats her cheek before settling onto the cot with a groan—a routine that keeps her imprisoned through the night.
“If you get any ideas about escaping me, I have Drengr stationed around the tent tonight.”
“You will find I have my methods of avoiding their notice.”
Like invisibility.
He barks a laugh. “Run, Avina. Run away and see how long you can escape my wrath. If you manage to leave this camp, understand this,” he pauses.
She looks up to see he has shed his tunic and lies shirtless. His inked muscles are on full display on the cot.
“I will take you in front of every single one of my warriors.”
She pales as her body goes numb. Despite his glistening burly chest, the thought of being used before the two hundred Drengr is nauseating.
“You have yet to know my vengeance for capturing me and weakly allowing another ruler to pass judgment. You can not even comprehend what torture you will face at my hands.”
“You are despicable. A truly evil man,” her lips quiver as her anger frustratingly stumbles out as tears. “Youwill never understand what you once meant to me. I hope the wretched early winters in Salt take me to the Golden Citadel.”
The cot creaks, and he shifts toward her.
“I will never defend your beast again.”
He catches her cheeks in one hand, squeezing so hard she whimpers.His eyes pierce into hers even through the growing darkness outside the tent.
“Look at me, Avina! If you thought I was a good man, you are sorely mistaken. I am the sadistic beast of your worst fucking nightmares. You have no idea what savagery you unleashed upon yourself.”
He smiles so she can see his teeth before he sinks them into her neck. She screams, thrashing in her bindings as he chuckles darkly against her column. When he pulls away, she can feel sticky blood mix with his drool as it trickles down her shoulder. Genuine fear of him shakes her to the core.
