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‘You’ve learned a few things since last time, I see,’ he breathed, and she smiled against his lips.
He raised her arms over her head. ‘Leave them there,’ he ordered, and she did as she was told, holding her breath as he loosened the laces of her dress under her cloak and bared her breasts to the warmth of the fire.
She realised he didn’t need his gift to have command over her. It didn’t frighten her, it made her crave him. Her nipples puckered and she shivered as he played with them, pinching and rolling them in his fingers until she could bear it no longer. She lowered her arms and delved into his breeches until she felt his cock. Taking it in her hand, she moved along it, feeling it grow harder and harder, straining against the cloth.
He muttered a curse and she felt his hand caress her leg, moving up. He grabbed her mound hard, eliciting a whimper from her lips as she parted her thighs for him. Fingers found her aching bud and began to tease it, pinching and touching in gentle circles that made her legs go weak.
‘Please,’ she begged, tightening her hand around him as he paused his ministrations.
‘Put your arms back over your head or I’ll bind them there,’ he growled.
Knowing he would make good on his threat, she immediately did as he said even as her nethers clenched at his order. He made a sound of approval as he got to his feet, taking her with him. He stood in front of her and lifted her dress slowly, staring at her as more and more of her flesh was uncovered for him.
‘Are you cold?’ he asked as her teeth chattered, but she shook her head.
She was not cold, not at all.
‘Good.’ He bunched the skirt up to her waist and told her to hold it as he kicked her legs apart. Then he stepped back and looked his fill. She could only imagine the sight of herself, half undressed and on display for him, and felt herself clench in anticipation.
He looked like he was enjoying the sight of her, she thought, his eyes sharpening on her breasts and mound as he stroked himself through his breeches while he stared.
He stalked back towards her with a predatory gleam in his eye that made her want to flee, yet she held her ground as he took her arms and wound them around his neck. She gasped as he picked her up with ease and settled her against him, his jutting cock rubbing against her, drawing such a pleasurable sensation from her body that she moaned and ground against it, almost not understanding what her body was doing. But he did and grinned at her response as she wrapped her legs around his hips, needing more.
And then there was more; his staff thrust into her as he pushed her back against a thick tree trunk. She panted and scratched at his cloak, pulling at his hair as she wriggled around, moaning with his sudden intrusion. He stilled, letting her tight channel conform to him. Then he began to move, gently. He eased into her, making her cry out in pleasure with every thrust. Then he went harder, lifting her up only to let her fall over and over, his cock driving into her so deeply it hurt. But with it was a feeling she now knew well – that coiling in her belly, the places he stroked again and again inside of her while his thumb brushed over the sensitive bud. His hand clamped over her mouth as she screamed her release, cutting the sound short. He buried his face in her neck and cried out with her, surging deep.
They didn’t move for a few moments, then he pulled out of her and lowered her to her feet. Her knees wobbled and she grabbed him to keep from falling.
She thought she saw the ghost of a smile, but then it was gone. Without a word, he picked her up again, cradling her like a babe, and brought her back to the fire. As she began to doze in his arms, she felt him put her dress to rights and wipe his seed from her and sighed contentedly.
Well, he didn’t hate her, of that she was certain. Eyes closed and a small smile on her face, she nestled against Kane, for now, his warmth banishing the cold.
Chapter 39
Sorin
Sorin woke to sounds he already knew well. The drip, drip, drip of rancid water on stone, following grooves made over countless years. The clanking of far-off chains. The rustling of men or beasts in the black, mouldy reeds covering the floors. As far as he could tell, the cleaning of the cells consisted of two men, who looked as bad as the prisoners, throwing fresh straw on top of the old and that was it. Consequently, a musty, dank smell permeated the air, beneath which was the usual for places like these: shit and rot.
He looked at the three marks he’d scratched into the wall. Three days and nights and still he had not yet seen his enemy. It wasn’t surprising. If he knew Vineri, he would be made to wait upon his former master’s pleasure, contemplating the awful fate that awaited him, the fate of an escaped slave. But Sorin was no longer the cowardly boy who had run away that night years before. He no longer let fear rule him, and he vowed that the cunt would get no satisfaction from his torture and death. None.
The thick, heavy door to this, the lowest dungeon, opened with a creak and someone with an almost indiscernible limp moved towards his cell. The man himself. Sorin smiled darkly. The injury to his leg that Sorin’s mother had inflicted before they’d killed her still caused him pain.
The figure came and stood in front of him. Sorin didn’t look down. Instead he did what he had never dared to do as a slave: he stared straight into Vineri’s face, one well weathered by the passage of time. His jowls hung down, in contrast to his other sharp features, and the flesh of his neck was creased and loose. He was still much the same man bodily; his shoulders had always lacked broadness even in his younger days. Now, though, his finely tailored clothes seemed to swallow him just a bit. But then, not much strength was needed when you had men to crack the whip for you, and the man still had a presence. Much as Sorin hated to admit it, the sight of his former master made him break out in a cold sweat.
‘You are much changed, boy,’ Vineri finally said, though his tone held no inflection.
‘Come closer and see how much changed, you old fool,’ Sorin goaded, hoping the man couldn’t see his discomfort. And wishing he’d be stupid enough to get within arm’s reach.
Vineri flashed his white teeth so quickly that Sorin wasn’t sure if it was a smile or a grimace. He didn’t move.
‘You disappeared so suddenly that night and I had such plans for you.’ Vineri’s tongue darted out to moisten his thin lips as he leered, making Sorin want to retch.
The bastard squatted down in front of Sorin. He was more agile than first appearances suggested. ‘You arebiggerthan my tastes currently run, but after seeing you perhaps I’ll make an exception. The others will be here soon as well. I’m sure you remember them. It’ll be quite the reunion.’
Sorin didn’t try to reply. He wasn’t sure he could. He pressed his hands into his thighs to keep Vineri from seeing them shake as he outwardly tried to keep himself composed. He had been trained to be part of the most formidable army in the realms. Men feared him. He would not cower like a beast. Not ever again.
Chapter 40
Lana
