Page 59 of Bought to Break
She didn’t stir for a few moments, but Viktor knew when she woke. She shifted next to him slightly, and he could feel tiny tremors shaking her body. Gods, she was crying. Her silent misery speared him through his chest painfully and he gathered her up.
‘Hush,’ he whispered as he tried to kiss away her tears – but more just took their place, wetting his clothes. ‘Lana, don’t cry. Sorin and I will keep you safe. I promise.’
‘What about Kane,’ she hiccupped.
‘Kane is being a fool and, if he doesn’t soon realise it, he won’t be a problem anymore,’ he said ominously.
She buried her face in his chest and heaved a breath. ‘He wanted to hurt me, Viktor. I could feel it. He was going to whip me worse than Ather ever did.’ She stifled a sob.
Viktor closed his eyes and hugged her more tightly. ‘But he didn’t, and he won’t get another chance. I swear to you we will fix this. Come, let me make you feel better.’
Her tear-filled eyes found his and she nodded. That was all the encouragement Viktor needed as he gently pulled the blanket down to expose the creamy mounds of her breasts, the pink nipples tightening deliciously in the cool air.
He bent his head and pulled one beaded nub into his mouth, sucking it gently. She moaned and arched into him, her fingers threading through his hair and pulling him closer to her. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment and revelling in the soft whimpers he was eliciting.
He shed his tunic and shirt, baring himself from the waist up, and she immediately began to caress him, following the contours of his body with a reverence he’d never experienced from a woman before. Her touch lingered over his chest and, suddenly, she pinched one of his nipples hard enough for him to gasp like a maid. She grinned at him impishly and he smiled back just before pulling her sheet away completely, leaving her entirely naked to his eyes.
‘You’re going to pay for that, little bird,’ he growled, glad her tears had dried and loving this other playful side of her as she scrambled back on the cot, against the wall and out of his grasp. He divested himself of the rest of his clothes quickly and grabbed for her, catching her legs and pulling her back to him. She giggled and struggled away, twisting and turning to escape him, but he didn’t let her go, instead forcing her knees apart. Opened to him, he looked his fill, pulling her nether lips wide to examine her at his leisure.
‘Remember the apothecary,’ he murmured. ‘I still dream about you spread on that table. I could see every inch of you on display. I’m going to tie you up like that in our tent and leave you there all day so I can see you and touch you and play with you whenever I like,’ he promised darkly.
She wriggled under his gaze, her cheeks colouring, and he chuckled at her embarrassment.
He began to touch her lightly, up and down her slit, delving into her channel with a finger just a bit and her arse as well, giving attention to every fold and crevice except that place he knew she longed for him to touch. She whimpered and squirmed, the little minx trying to force his hand to rub against that vital area by accident, but he didn’t let her have her way.
He pushed her thighs open and dipped his head down, the smell of her arousal and the wetness glistening there almost enough to finish him right then. He groaned as he tasted her, licking and sucking gently as he thrust two fingers deeply into her. She cried out her release instantly, bucking wildly as she came hard, writhing under him and calling out his name. Giving her a final lick, he grinned as he moved up her body, kissing her, knowing she could taste herself on his lips. He pushed into her hot, tight entrance, still pulsing from her pleasure, and began to move within her. He’d wanted to take her slowly, gently, but found he couldn’t.
Viktor pulled out and slammed back in hard, and she gasped as her body tried to adjust to his size. He searched her eyes, afraid he had hurt her.
‘Don’t stop,’ she gasped.
With a feral snarl, he flipped her easily onto her front, holding onto her hair with one fist. She arched her back and raised her hips in invitation and he pushed his cock into her depths. She moaned as he set a punishing pace from the outset, pounding into her hard and deep, making her take every inch of him. The noises of pleasure she made spurred him on as he let go of her hair and reached down to rub the little bud between her legs. He pinched it and she screamed, her walls clenching and spasming around him as he shot his seed into her with a yell of his own.
Sated, he collapsed next to her and gathered her to him. She let him, breathing hard.
‘Did that help?’ He kissed her forehead.
She snuggled closer. ‘I feel better, thank you, but, Viktor …’ She was silent for a moment before she spoke again. ‘There’s a … a void inside me, a grief. It’s difficult to explain, but I feel so sad. There’s something missing.’
He sighed, wishing he had more of a solution for her than fucking her into oblivion. ‘I will help, I promise. Sleep now. Tomorrow is a big day.’ He heard her murmur contentedly even as he frowned in the now-dark cabin, wondering how he was going to fulfil such a vow.
Chapter 30
Lana
Lana had been listening for the sounds of battle from the cabin since before sunrise. She looked out of the porthole and, seeing nothing for the thousandth time, cursed. It must be mid-morning. How long did a battle usually last? And how did one know when it was over?
Viktor and Sorin had woken her in the dark, but when she’d thrown back the covers to get dressed and join them, they’d stopped her. She was still too new to the Brothers, they’d said, and it was best she stayed on the ship and waited for one of them to come for her or she would be in danger. She had wanted to argue, but she knew they were right. What they hadn’t said was that the units that were fighting were whole, their bonds strong, and theirs was not. That too was truth.
So they had both kissed her chastely – which she had found odd, especially given Viktor’s possession of her body a few more times during the night while they’d shared the cot – and left her in the cabin, going off to fight with the rest of the Dark Brothers. Practically by herself on the ship, Lana had never felt so alone nor such an outsider. It wasn’t that she aimed to hurt or kill anyone, but she didn’t want any of them to be in danger while she twiddled her thumbs in thisbower, not even Kane.
She hadn’t seen him since yesterday evening. She tried not to think about what had happened only hours before, not wanting to start crying anew when they were out there in the mêlée. She paced, not able to stay calm as the hours crawled by, even though she didn’t feel well at all and longed to lie down and sleep. She hadn’t mentioned her malady to the Brothers, though she thought now it had been coming on gradually for days. She didn’t want whatever ailed her to be a distraction that might get Sorin and Viktor hurt or worse. She snorted in spite of herself. She doubted Kane would care.
She sat on one of the cots as the headache she’d been trying to suppress for hours finally took hold. Pain in her temples and eyes came in waves, forcing her to rummage in Sorin’s healing bag for something to relieve her symptoms. She found the powder he’d showed her during one of their lessons and poured it into her mouth, grimacing at the bitterness. But soon the medicine did its work and the light of day became tolerable again, though there was still a lingering ache and fatigue.
She stayed where she was with the door bolted, as she’d promised Sorin and Viktor faithfully that she would. More hours passed until the sun was at its highest. Even then, no one came for her.
She waited until finally she could bear the worrying no longer and, donning her cloak, ventured into the abandoned corridor and up onto the deck slowly. There was one sailor who seemed to be on guard, but he didn’t try to stop her as she made her way along the narrow gangplank and onto the long, wooden dock that led into the city.
