by Raven Dark
The words were like a slap to the face.
I rolled my eyes, every ounce of attraction I’d felt for him turning ice cold. I’d almost started to feel a connection with him, had started to understand him, and now he’d ruined it.
“You kidnapped me, Malek,” I snapped. “What was I supposed to think?”
Saying nothing, he slid his hands around my hips and pulled me closer still, so close his cock brushed my thigh. He leaned forward, brushing his lips across my belly, close enough to my pussy to cause heat to flood my sex. I tried to step back, but he hooked my legs with his ankles, trapping me.
“I like that you’re a bitch, nayna. It’s more fun fucking you.”
I shoved at his shoulders, livid. “I am not—”
He knifed to his feet, looming over me. Before I could step away, he spun me around so that my back was to him, one of his arms pinning me against him like a steel bar across the shoulders. The sudden aggression took my breath away, sending a mix of fear and excitement through my blood. Somehow, even his appreciation for what he called my bitchiness made me hot.
“Yes. You are.” His lips brushed my ear, the steely ridge of his cock jabbing at my ass. “You know you are, and I think you like it. You wear it like an armor, and you think it gives you strength.”
The delight and the threat in his voice terrified me, but it also turned me on, offering the promise of punishment. My nipples peaked. The scent of him flooded my head and the peaks hardened as if he’d plucked them.
There was no argument I could give him that would have shut him up, so I said nothing, trying to control my breathing.
“Do you know what we heartless barbarians do with women who wear armor?”
The warning in his tone made me panic. I twisted in his grip. Malek seized my hair in his fist, yanking my head back painfully. I cried out.
“There are worlds we have taken women from where they are warriors. Do you know what we do with them?”
His voice had taken on a frightening edge.
“Malek—”
His grip tightened on my hair. His other hand grabbed my ass, squeezing hard. “We conquer them, nayna. We rip the fucking steel they wear from their whore bodies, truss them up, and have our strongest, hardest warriors fuck them until they can’t walk straight. Until they know there is no hope but to bow their heads and take what we give them.”
I twisted again, hating and loving his roughness all at the same time. I wasn’t a warrior, but I got what he was telling me. He liked the fight in me, like the idea of taming me.
“I will strip you of your armor, nayna. We all will. There will come a day when you realize we are all there is for you. When we will be your only protection, and the thought of being without us, of disobeying us, will terrify you.”
Fuck, I hated him. I hated him so much that I felt it in my blood, in my bones. “I was right. You are barbarians.”
He spun me to face him, and the next instant, he’d turned around with me pinned against him, then lifted me up onto the deck so that my ass slapped against the cool, hard marble.
His palms slid over my breasts, the heat nearly scalding them. He squeezed them almost roughly, and my nipples poked at his palms. Humiliation heated my cheeks. He had to feel my arousal.
One of his hands ran up the front of my chest between my breasts to my shoulder before he shoved my back down against the hard marble floor.
This was going to happen. Again. And there was no way out of it. Worse, the guards stayed right where they were, and apparently, Malek didn’t give two shits about it.
I closed my eyes, trying desperately to shut him out. To shut out the way his touch set my skin on fire, the way his scent made my head swim, the way he made my whole body burn with need. The way the knowledge that we had an audience only made me hotter. If I couldn’t escape him physically, I’d at least take my mind away to a place where he couldn’t affect the rest of me.
Malek seized my chin. “Open your eyes, nayna,” he ordered.
My eyes opened. The anger, the passion in his gaze startled me. Despite the fire in his eyes, his face was hard, his lips a harsh, unforgiving line, his jaw hard enough to cut stone. His eyes burned with hunger and lust. A conqueror’s gaze. My pussy ached, begging for his invasion.
I shut my eyes without thinking, anything to escape the danger in that look.
His tapped my cheek, just hard enough to sting. “Open your eyes, shleta. I want to see your hatred for your V’ir while I take what’s mine.”
Again, my eyes opened. For some insane reason, the sting of his palm across my cheek went straight to my pussy, licking a path right over my eager clit.
Jesus Christ, what kind of sick girl were these men turning me into?
He saw my arousal; the light in his eyes left no doubt of that. I clenched my jaw against the sudden urge to cry. Loathing for him seared my blood. It took all I had to keep my eyes on his with the humiliation that roiled in my gut. He owned me. All of me, and worse he knew what I was.
He and Raul knew now. Great.
Malek swiped his thumb over my mouth, pushing it against my teeth. A low, animalistic sound left him. “Perfect little whore mouth.”
My hatred spiked. I wanted to rip his face off for calling me that, but there was no use. Chest heaving, I said nothing, trying to shut down. To fade into a dark place where I could hide in the shadows with my lust and my shame.
He backed up a little. “Spread your legs, shleta.”
Livid, I jerked my knees open. Giving him what he demanded, but nothing more.
Malek grabbed my knees and pushed them further apart. Baring all of me for him and jerking me across the deck toward him until I was barely perched on the edge.
“Your hatred is a beautiful thing to behold, nayna, but let’s see if we can’t tame the bitch in you down a little.”
I expected him to ram himself inside me right there, punishing me for my defiance. Instead, he shoved my knees up to my chest, holding them open and forcing me to lean back on my arms instead of ending up sprawled in front of him.
Malek’s fingers stroked my pussy once, twice. Pleasure shocked through me, instant and intense, making me jolt. I instinctively tried to close my legs.
Malek slapped one of my breasts and the sting made me cry out. “Keep them open.”
I huffed huge breaths and deflated, letting my legs drop wide.
His strokes resumed, but slowly. “It doesn’t have to be this way, nayna. Your life with us can be as pleasurable for you as it is for us.” His voice was gruff, each slow, insidious stroke of his fingers eating at my will to resist. I squirmed, and he gripped my shoulder, holding me still. “We’d take care of you. I’d spoil you in every way you could dream of if you let me. Don’t make it so hard on yourself.”
His words were probably supposed to subdue me, but they had the opposite effect. Not daring to close my legs, I swore and bowed my back.
His head dove between my thighs.
Oh, God, this again!
Malek’s magical tongue lapped at my core, swirling around my clit and sucking on it, then licking at my folds again. I whimpered, trying to twist away from the pleasure he was inflicting on me, but he spread my legs wider.
Desperation clawed at me. If I came now on this man’s tongue, I couldn’t live with myself. I tried to push his head away.
A rumble of warning left him, vibrating against my clit and making me moan. Malek reached between my legs and grabbed my hands, pinning them to the deck at my sides, using his elbows to keep my legs open.
The fight went out of me like water out of a leaky bucket. He was too strong, too powerful, too big and overwhelming. Unfortunately, he, as much as Raul and Z’pheer, had made it clear they owned my pleasure, and I knew the moment I let myself give in, he’d take it away.
Unwilling to give him such satisfaction, I gritted my teeth and pushed back the rising tide. Every flick of his tongue took me higher, threatening to tear me apart. I bucked, trying to jerk free, but his h
ands were like vice grips on my wrists, locking them in place.
I closed my eyes again, but it didn’t shut him out or the insane rapture that was spiraling me toward release.
He lifted his head. “Open your eyes, nayna. Open your eyes and watch me eat your pussy.”
Oh, fuck. Watch him… I couldn’t handle that. Mortification filled me, and I shook my head.
Malek released one of my hands and slid his palm to the back of my head, holding it up so there was nowhere to look but between my legs where he’d already resumed his feast.
He gave my clit a few licks—long, slow flicks of his tongue—then sucked on my clit with long hard pulls that made me buck and moan.
Fuck, this was hot.
He rumbled in pleasure and sped up, letting me see every wicked flick of his tongue over the hardened bud, every wet, hot stroke bringing me higher.
This didn’t make any sense. He was a brutal barbarian, and he’d shamed me with twisted acts I would have scarcely imagined less than a week ago, and yet here he was, eating me the fuck out, worshiping my pussy as if he could have lived down there licking his life away. I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.
I tossed my head, rocking my hips and moaning.
“That’s it, nayna. Take your pleasure. Come on my tongue.”
Oh My God. The words sent me careening over the edge. I dropped my head back, thrusting against his face like a wild woman.
A growl escaped him. Somehow, he hardened the pad of his tongue, adding just the right pressure to my clit. I groaned, unable to hold back the orgasm tearing at me, piece by piece. Flattening my back to the tiles and lifting my hips, I spread my legs wider.
Fucking my alien master’s tongue. Exactly like the little whore—the shleta—he so often told me I was.
“Ah! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, you bastard!”
Malek hummed in delight, sucking hard on my clit and drawing out my pleasure. I hissed between my teeth and cursed.
When the last of the orgasm ebbed, he lifted his head, leaving me panting and spread open on the deck. Horror at what I’d just done made my chest tighten and I covered my face with my hand, my throat constricting.
“See?” He leaned over me, his face in mine as he took my hand away, refusing to let me hide. “You may hate us, but your body feels differently. Fight us all you want, but this sweet body of yours will betray you every time.”
“Leave me alone,” I gritted out.
“No.” He seized my wrist and jerked me into a sitting position, then pulled me down so that I was sitting on the pool’s ledge. “I will use your mouth now, shleta. You can’t come on my tongue without showing your appreciation.”
My eyes slid closed, shame eating me from the inside out. Someone coughed behind me—one of the guards at the door. My cheeks flamed. It would never end, would it? This degradation, this debasement? And this time, it cut so much deeper because I’d partially brought it on myself. I’d let myself come, let myself take pleasure from him when I knew where it would lead.
I jerked my face away, too ashamed to even look at his cock, much at less him.
“You’re doing it again, nayna.” He jerked my face to his. “Making it harder on yourself than it needs to be.” He cradled my chin, stroking himself, pointing the head of his cock toward my mouth. “It is easy. Just open your mouth and suck like a good shleta.”
The amusement—the smugness, the outright mockery—in his tone made me shoot my gaze up to his, my teeth clenched.
Taking in my expression, he chuckled. “Or not. Just open your mouth and I’ll do the work, but either way, that pretty little mouth is getting used.”
The sound I made was about as close to a growl as a woman could make. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he wasn’t such a fucking asshole about it. He was hot as hell, and his giant hard-on made my mouth water. There was pre-come leaking out of the tip, making my nipples harden with the need to taste it on my tongue. If he weren’t such an arrogant ass, I’d have licked him to release and been done with it, hiding my secret pleasure away forever where he couldn’t see it. The problem was, he’d milk this for all it was worth, making the act into something dirty and shameful, costing me too much to do such a thing.
Again, with nothing else to do but obey—and with the guard detail looking on, no less—I closed my eyes and opened my damn mouth.
Malek slid his thick cock between my lips, pushing in slowly and hissing between his teeth as if I’d burned him. “That’s it. Open wider. Take my cock into that gorgeous mouth, whore.”
The word whore made me freeze, but Malek grabbed the back of my head, controlling my movements as he slid slowly in and out. Stretching my jaw until it ached. Taking his time and enjoying every stroke.
The taste and heady scent of him, alien and spicy, assaulted my senses, making my pussy slick all over again, my nipples hardening to the point of pain. Pre-come coated my tongue, rich and masculine. I squirmed on the seat and almost stroked myself right there.
“Open your eyes, damn you. I want to see your beautiful eyes while I use your mouth.”
Jesus, the man was like a demon. A demon I’d sold my soul to and who now wanted every piece of me he could get. Every piece he could devour and make me watch.
I forced my eyes open and kept them on his burning, purple gaze. His eyes were filled with so much lust it threatened to corrupt whatever part of me these men somehow hadn’t managed to destroy.
Malek slid in and out of my mouth, growling his pleasure. Owning me and making me wetter for it. His grip on my head tightened and he sped up, thrusting firm, commanding strokes that demanded complete submission.
God, I almost came.
“That’s it. Let V’ir use your perfect mouth. Rosht, My perfect little shleta.”
I hated the words, but they also called to something in me, settling in with that God-awful rightness I knew so well. I moaned, half need, half shame.
The sound of it must have made his control snap, because suddenly he was fucking my mouth like a savage. He grunted and gripped my head so hard his fingers dug into my scalp, pushing his cock so far back into my throat I almost choked. His other hand gripped my jaw, keeping it open and giving him complete control while he swore and let out strings of alien words that were probably dirty insults for me.
My soul shattered at his brutal use, the greedy way he moaned, as if I had no feelings to worry about. As if I were just a hole for his pleasure. A conquest that had nothing left but to let myself be used. Tears streamed down my face.
Malek roared in release. His come spilled down my throat. I choked and coughed, instinctively trying to spit it out. He tightened his hold on my jaw, leaving me with nothing to do but take him as he gave three more thrusts, sending fresh jets of hot seed down.
He pulled out of my mouth just enough to let my throat work without choking, while keeping a vice-like hold on my head and jaw. “Swallow,” he growled, panting. “Swallow my come, nayna.”
I made myself swallow every drop. A sob escaped before I could stop it. Malek released my head and pulled out, but his other hand stayed on my jaw, keeping my eyes on his.
“See? Was that so hard?” He dropped his hand and brushed my tears from my cheeks. “Your mouth was made for sucking cock, so you better get used to it.”
Then he bent and raked his mouth over mine. He didn’t seem to care that he could taste himself on my lips. He groaned, so maybe he even liked it.
Christ, so damn hot.
When he drew back, he wiped the moisture from my lips with his thumb. Then he turned and walked up the steps as if nothing had happened. “Clean yourself up. Z’pheer will be in to collect you momentarily.”
I twisted on the deck to glare up at him. Malek pulled on his clothes and did up his belt with a flick of his wrist.
Disbelief and horror at his callousness tightened my muscles near to the point of snapping. “You’re unbelievable,” I gritted out. “You really don’t give a shit.”
He sh
rugged. “It didn’t have to be that way, nayna. You brought this on yourself.”
“How?”
“When you learn to submit and enjoy what we give you, you’ll see how beautiful this world can be.”
Beautiful? Beautiful! Oh, I’d kill him!
He turned and unclipped my leash, handing it to the guard until Z’pheer came for me. Then, without so much as a glance back for me, he left, the doors hissing shut behind him.
I glared at the space where he’d been, nails biting into my palms.
He had won. He’d conquered me for now, but I’d be damned if he’d break me.
23
Tara N’a
Z’pheer came for me as soon as I was dressed. He’d put that fucking muzzle on me again, strapping it around my head before I could ask where he was taking me.
It didn’t matter. Minutes after we’d left the bathing chamber, I found out.
Beyond a set of steel double doors, we’d walked into what was clearly the tavern Malek’s brother had mentioned. Deep in the stone-walled tunnels, the tavern had the same cold grey walls, giving it that unfinished basement look, but fancier touches had been added. Finely carved metal wall sconces held torches that gave off a soft light, and the floor was a polished dark wood. Tables and chairs with fine leather on the seats were scattered about the room.
Keeping his hand on the small of my back, Z’pheer guided me further into the room, and I took a careful look around. Uniformed guards sat at some of the tables laughing and carousing. I saw one or two men in the fancy robes like those I saw at the king’s vigil, and a handful of men were dressed like Z’pheer in those leather-snakeskin pants with wide belts and bare chests. I assumed those were men of the Order.
And not one woman among them.
Unease crawled up my spine, quickly replacing the sympathy I felt for these people. My ears rang from the clamor of drinking and drunken men, some of them looking like they were on the verge of breaking into a fight.
“Stick close to me,” Z’pheer murmured in my ear. “No eye contact with anyone.”
Good plan. I kept my eyes on the floor, pressed closer to Z’pheer, and folded my hands in front of me to keep them from shaking. Everywhere, I felt the heated gazes of men pressing in on me. Now I knew how a fox must feel walking into a lion’s den.
