Page 11 of Bought to Break
Sorin was silent, but she could tell something was passing between him and Viktor again. She felt his fingers lower, following the marks down her arse, and flinched. He hushed her and told her to loosen the blanket so he could reach the lowest marks on the backs of her thighs. She did as he asked, feeling his hands move down. She began to feel a peculiar sensation between her legs, though his hands were nowhere near, and she shifted slightly.
Sorin’s hands massaged her skin, relieving the aches from the whip as well as from the horse-riding she wasn’t used to, and she sighed, her eyes drifting closed as she relaxed.
‘Did you enjoy your bath?’
‘Yes,’ she murmured dreamily. ‘It was lovely. I hadn’t had one of those since I was a child.’
‘A child?’
She yawned. ‘Before my mama died.’
There was a brief pause before he spoke again. ‘I thought that would have relaxed you, but you’re still very tense,’ he said softly.
She felt his hand drift up the inside of her leg and, without meaning to, opened her legs slightly for him.
‘Very good,’ she heard him say. He teased lightly and delved into her slit. To her mortification, it felt wet, and she clasped her legs together, her eyes opening. His hands left her, but he picked her up and deposited her lightly on the bed. He pulled the blanket gently from her grasp and parted it, looking at her with open enjoyment. Then he lay next to her. He licked a nipple and bit it softly, causing her to arch off the bed.
‘What are you doing?’ she breathed, her eyes closing again.
‘Helping you to rest,’ he murmured back. His fingers were gentle as they moved, finding the place that Viktor had before that made her moan suddenly in pleasure.
‘I don’t think this is helping.’
He chuckled. ‘It will.’
His fingers teased her entrance and he plunged one inside her. She gasped and instinctively opened her legs wider as he moved it in and out, stretching her just a bit. She opened her eyes to look at him and instead locked eyes with Viktor, who was now standing beside the bed. She thought he might do something, but he didn’t – just watched.
‘Do you like what Sorin’s doing, little bird?’
‘Yes,’ she said, trying to stifle a moan.
‘Don’t close your eyes again. Look at me, Lana,’ Viktor ordered, every bit a battle commander that made her shiver in anticipation.
Sorin’s finger began to move faster and she felt something begin tightening within her with every thrust as she stared into Viktor’s eyes. Sorin’s thumb began to move over that part he’d found before and suddenly her body went taut. She couldn’t help it; she closed her eyes and screamed Sorin’s name as a wave of pleasure washed over her.
Sorin’s finger left her and she opened her eyes just in time to see him put it to his mouth and suck. Her eyes widened and he grinned. ‘Good girl,’ he cooed.
Then he stood, wrapped her in the blanket again and lay back on the bed with her. He drew her into his arms and she sighed.
She rested her head against Sorin’s chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breath. ‘I’m sorry.’
‘What for?’
‘I called you by your name. I didn’t mean to, Master. It just came out.’
She heard the door and looked around the room. Viktor had left.
Sorin cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him. ‘Call us by our names. “Master” doesn’t suit us.’
Lana wokewith a start alone in the bed once more. Sunlight streamed through the closed casement. She looked around the room as she replayed the evening. What had Sorin done to her? She cringed. Had she told them about her mother? She put her head in her hands. What was happening to her? How did they make her lose her faculties so easily?
She sprang from the bed, washed in the now-cold bath and donned the clothes Sorin had procured for her. The forest green gown was serviceable and, luckily, easily laced up the front so she wouldn’t have to ask one of the men for help getting dressed. She grabbed her stolen bundle from under the bed, checking the coins and dagger were still inside before tying it far beneath her skirts, tightly so it wouldn’t jingle. She was determined to escape them – and their crafty wiles.
Chapter 8
Viktor
Viktor had already been up for hours as he neared the lodging house and found Sorin readying his horse. ‘I thought we were going to wait.’
