Page 3 of Bought to Break
He saw one of the wenches thrust an earthenware jug into her hand with a pitying expression and try to usher her back outside quickly, but the drunken group had spotted her. One of them approached while the others looked on, their eyes predatory. The wench intercepted him with a smile, pushing her tits into his face, and murmured something meant to entice, but he pushed her away hard and grabbed the slave girl she was trying to protect.
Interesting.
‘Where were you when I came looking earlier?’
‘I was at the shop for your da,’ she said meekly, not looking at him.
‘Why aren’t you at the stable where you belong?’
‘Your da asked me to get him this.’ She raised the jug, still staring at the floor.
One of his friends piped up from the group. ‘Thought you said you’d fucked her, Ather. She doesn’t look well-pleasured. Give her to me for the night. I’ll give her back to you with a smile on her face.’
‘I’d give her a bath!’ said another, and they all laughed heartily.
Ather’s face turned bright red with anger, hers with embarrassment.
Viktor took a long swig of his ale. Why couldn’t he stop looking at her? He glanced at Sorin. His Brother was the same.
‘The next time I’m looking for you, you’d better be where you should be. Understand, slave?’ Ather sneered.
‘Yes,’ she answered and turned to leave.
He grabbed her and wrenched her back hard. ‘Did I tell you to go, you little bitch?’
She stifled a cry. ‘No.’
‘Sit with us.’ He pulled her towards his friends.
‘I must get this to your fa–’ she began, but he interrupted her.
‘My da will be dead to the world by now.’
She struggled in his grip and he grabbed the front of her rags. There was an audible rip and suddenly Viktor could see a large expanse of fair skin. She covered herself in an instant and fled, but Viktor felt himself inexplicably hardening all the same.
Ather went back to his friends, laughing off his embarrassment at the girl’s expense.
Viktor looked at his Brother and raised a brow.
‘Flesh white as freshly fallen snow,’ Sorin breathed. ‘And certainly not so young as she appeared.’
‘She’s not as filthy as she looks, either.’
Sorin nodded as he gazed at the door thoughtfully.
Viktor knew that look. ‘There won’t be time to make a conquest of her. The job is done now that that girl’s decided to stay at the keep with Mace and the others. Kane will be expecting us. Besides, this one doesn’t seem interested in men.’
Sorin waved a hand. ‘These provincial boys learn how to fuck from watching farm beasts. What do they know about pleasure? Ten gold bits say I have her screaming my name before we travel on.’
‘Twenty.’
Sorin’s eyes gleamed and Viktor almost felt sorry for the lass. His Brother loved a challenge.
Chapter 3
Lana
The next morning, Lana awoke to sun streaming in through the door of the barn. It was cold but, she was nice and cosy, nestled in the straw beside one of the horses for warmth. She stretched and yawned.
