Page 28 of Bought to Break
She didn’t move.
He sighed. ‘You can do it your way or mine. The outcome is the same, but you’ll feel better if you decide to do as I say on your own terms.’
She took a long look at the bedroll and then lay down in front of him slowly, trying not to touch any part of his body with hers. He grinned behind her as he took her uninjured wrist and manacled it to his own.
She pulled at the irons with a small cry. ‘What are you doing?’
‘You’ve proven yourself to be untrustworthy. This way I know I won’t wake up tomorrow alone, both horses gone and my bags stolen.’
‘I wouldn’t do such a thing,’ she muttered.
He snorted and lay back. After a few moments, he felt her relax in front of him, her breathing steady.
He wondered what had really happened to her in the house. It took more than a single beating to break a person, man or woman, but broken she was. He found to some surprise that it gave him no satisfaction. He’d spent days thinking of what he was going to do with her and now she was here, thoughts of all the plans he’d made to torment her were as ash in his mouth.
Observing her sleeping form before him, he shook his head in confusion. A newfound conscience wasn’t good for a man who made his living killing for money. Perhaps it would have been better if he hadn’t found her. With a long sigh, he closed his eyes. This journey was going to be very, very long.
She gaspedas he took her wrists, her naked body writhing as she struggled, but he forced her arms above her head easily, dominating her, stretching her lithe form beneath him. He opened her roughly and his hand felt between her thighs. His fingers came away slick and he chuckled. ‘Pretend I don’t excite you all you like. Your body doesn’t lie.’
She moaned as his hand returned to her folds, teasing and caressing until she strained against him, whimpering, silently begging for more with her movements.
He kissed her neck, biting and suckling gently before doing the same to one pert nipple, his other hand still holding both of hers captive.
Her body was so responsive to him. Her innocence was plain, but where that might have bored him in the past, in her he found it to be a potent aphrodisiac.
He let her hands go and gripped her tightly as she undulated her hips against him, seeking contact with him wherever she could find it. Her hands now free, she moved them over him, caressing his arms, chest, and down his stomach to his cock. Her hand closed over it and she made a sound of contentment as she rubbed her thumb over the tip, spreading the bead of wetness she found there before bringing her thumb up to her mouth and tasting him. He growled and his lips descended on hers, deep and insistent, and she returned the kiss just as intensely. He threw her back on the bed, his arms holding hers above her head once more.
‘Leave them there,’ he ordered.
She looked like she wanted to protest, but her half-closed eyes were enthralled. She liked his command of her. She just didn’t like that she liked it.
She did as he said and he moved down her body, pausing to kiss, lick and suckle wherever he saw fit as she squirmed under him. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he bent her knees and spread them wide, flicking his tongue between her legs. He licked up and down her slit, slowly but firmly, before fastening his lips over her bud. She moaned so softly with every breath, as if she were ashamed of her pleasure. He wanted to tell her that he loved the sounds she made, loved what he could make her feel.
He plunged two fingers inside of her suddenly and she cried out, bucking wildly as that sent her over the edge. Her body shook as it was engulfed by waves of ecstasy and she melted back into the bed, boneless and sated, her legs quivering with the aftereffects of her pleasure.
He grinned at her and positioned himself at her entrance, and then he noticed a manacle running from her wrist to his and frowned. That hadn’t been there befo–
He openedhis eyes at the same time as she did. He was on top of her, her dress unlaced and bunched around her hips. He held her knees. They were bent and her legs were spread wide beneath him. His breeches were undone and his cock was pressed against her entrance. He could feel her silken heat. She was so wet, so ready, but the shocked look in her eyes made him roll away with a curse only to roll back over her again a moment later.
He took her by the shoulders and shook her. ‘How are you getting into my head like this, woman? How do you invade my dreams?’
She drew back as far as she could. ‘I’m not doing this.’
‘Lies,’ he accused.
She was breathing hard, looking at him with an adorably confused and wholly innocent expression. She shook her head. ‘I’m not. I swear it.’
She suddenly took in the state of her dress and began to try to wriggle out from under him, pressing against his groin in little strokes that made him want to continue what he’d been about to do in the dream. He grabbed her hips with a groan.
‘By the gods, stop moving! You can’t go anywhere, anyway. You’re still chained, remember?’
She stilled at once. ‘Please.’
‘Please what? Let you up or fuck you?’
She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. ‘I – Why is my head so muddled?’
‘How should I know?’ he growled.
