Page 64 of Sacrificing Zoriah

“I don’t need you to tell me how to care for my husband,” I say, pouring coffee into a cup and turning to him. He has his eyes narrowed, and I smile brighter at him. “You, Roman, and Ben are my husbands. You three would, and have, taken care of me when I needed it, so it’s only fair that I do the same. So… Take your coffee and go sit down.”

“Or what?” he asks.

“Or I’ll drink it, and it will be my fifth cup. Do you want to be responsible for that?” I ask sweetly, blinking innocently at him. When he doesn’t say anything, I bring the cup to my lips. Before I can take a sip, he takes the cup.

“Brat,” he grumbles and walks to sit at the island.

“Good boy,” I shriek as I run to hide behind Corbin when Huxley jumps up.

“Don’t you hide behind me,” Corbin laughs as he pulls me in front of him and pushes me toward Huxley.

“I love you, and I’m nervous,” I giggle when he grabs me by the throat and pulls me to his chest. “Also, I’m sore. Be nice to me.”

“No shit. I wonder why.” Lance mutters, making everyone turn and look at him.

“I thought you said…” I start to ask with a grin.

“Oh, look at the time,” Lance says, looking down at his watch. “We should go do this walk-through of the bunker.”

I look at Roman, and he laughs. “If you break him, Riah, I won’t save you.”

A wicked grin spreads across my face, and Lance frowns. “He’s too pure and submissive. Nothing to save me from,” I remark innocently as I walk to leave the kitchen. Lance turns like he is going to grab me but stops when Dad walks in.

“Morning, everyone,” Dad says cluelessly.

“Ha. Pussy,” I mock. Lance growls, and I hug Dad, stopping him again. “Morning, Dad.”

“Are you being nice?” Dad asks as he hugs me tightly.

“Me? Always,” I laugh. “Want some coffee?”

“Nope. I don’t drink coffee anymore,” he says.

“You know coffee won’t get you drunk… right?” I ask with a teasing tone.

“Yes, smartass. I know,” he laughs. “Everyone ready to go?”

“Yep,” Roman says from behind me.

“Let’s load up,” Vanessa says. Roman pulls me back into the kitchen as Dad, Corbin, and Vanessa go outside. I turn to face Roman, Ben, Huxley, and Lance but back up when they all start to close in on me.

“Don’t do it, Riah. I won’t stop him,” Roman warns. I ignore him completely, because what’s the worst that could happen?

I turn and try to run to the door to escape them, but right as I near the couch, Lance shoves me forward, so I fall over the arm of the couch. “Wait, wait, wait!” I squeal when he yanks my skirt up and my panties down. Ben grabs the back of my neck to pin me to the seat cushion with my legs unable to reach the floor. My brain is slow to process what’s going on. Lance starts smacking my asshard,and I gasp and try to evade his hand.

Flames ignite across my ass, and the more I move, the harder he slaps my ass. My nervous giggles turn to tearful whimpers,and he stops. Lance grabs me by the hair and drags me up before spinning me to face him. The once innocent and pure-looking detective is now a scarily dominant man towering over me, practically snarling as he looks down at me. He's obviously a tall, handsome man who clearly works out. He has a well-maintained, short beard with matching dark brown short hair. His deep brown eyes cast a spell on my mind, and I feel that much smaller and weaker without effort on his part. He grabs me by the chin, gripping my entire bottom jaw with his huge hand, and tips my head up to look at him as emotion swells inside of me.

“I will fuck that bratty attitude out of you, Zoriah. Don’t think for a second that you are immune to punishment just because it’s me and not them,” Lance scolds. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” I say tearfully.

“I’m sorry?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper as tears roll down my cheeks. “I’m sorry... I don’t know why… I shouldn’t have…”

Lance wraps me in a hug, and I nearly disappear in his arms when I bury my face in his chest to stifle the emotion dumping out of me. “Shhh,” Lance says softly. “Breathe, Zoriah. You’re okay.”

When I pull back to wipe my face, he cups my cheeks with his hands and wipes away my tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry, Lance.”

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