Page 29 of Pretty Little Prey
“And that warrants punishment?”
Growing tired of her questions, he said coolly, “Bend over the arm of the couch, Princess.”
Bend over? As in show him her bare ass? As in…was he about to spank her? “Um, I think you’ve got this wrong—”
“A slut is not a real thing. It’s a phrase used to build shame. Or a phrase used to stoke arousal. One use is not allowed in this house. Can you guess which?” Bastille stretched his arms and cracked his knuckles as he nodded behind her. “Now, bend over the arm of the couch and put your hands on the bottom cushions.”
She tried to back away again, but he had her trapped against the piece of furniture. “I—I didn’t mean it in a bad way!”
He tsked, shaking his head. “The more you resist, the worse your punishment.”
“This is getting good,” Sly commented from somewhere, but Luna was too caught up in Bastille’s intense gaze to look away.
She said, “I was only saying it that way because I thought that was what you were doing. Slut shaming me.”
“Tell you what,” Bastille said, tilting his head. “Let’s play a game. Your punishment will only end once you admit that the word ‘slut’ fills you with nothing but lust.”
“E-Excuse me?”
“Either that, or you can admit right now that the word ‘slut’ makes you wet. That the idea of being our dirty little slut, who gets teased and rewarded with our cocks, makes your clit tingle. I can smell your arousal, Princess. Best to just admit it now.”
“S-Stop it.”
“Fine. Game on, then.”
Bastille clutched her arms, turning her in front of him so her bare ass grazed his front. He was so tall, the swell of her rear did not quite reach his crotch, which instead leveled with the curve of her lower back.
Luna now stood, completely captured by Bastille’s alpha strength, nude in front of the others. Sly, Nikolai, and Kobe had formed some kind of half circle around them. The three men licked their lips as their gaze caressed down her neck, down her breasts, down, down…
“What are you trying to prove?” Luna asked, trying to summon more anger than arousal in her voice.
“Prove that you want us too. We’re changing how you see the word ‘slut.’”
“Just let me go!”
“Not until ‘slut’ fills you with nothing but lust,” Bastille purred into her ear, his breath twisting strands of her snow-white hair. “No more shame, Princess.”
This coming from the man who also enjoyed insulting her?
His mouth dragged down the side of her neck as he moved one of his hands from gripping her arm to fold around her throat once more. The dominating position should have filled her with fear, but damn if her nipples didn’t harden.
“Shall I begin?” Bastille’s other hand drifted down her arm to palm her hip. He may have been cold-blooded as a reptilian shifter, but his touch left an absurd amount of heat in its wake, shocking Luna.
“Moonbeam…” Kobe whispered, rubbing a hand over his jaw as his gaze devoured her body.
“You seem to have transfixed them,” Bastille muttered onto her neck. “I am not the only one here with the power to hypnotize, am I?”
Was that a…compliment? “Just hurry up with the punishment if you won’t let me go.”
Bastille’s hand shifted from her hip and trailed up to her shoulder with such a surprising gentleness, Luna went momentarily breathless. “How are we to let you go now?” Bastille asked softly.
She blinked and began to turn her head, needing to look at him and better understand his meaning, but his hold on her throat tightened.
“Fine, then,” he said. “Gentlemen, why don’t you sit back down and enjoy the show? It’s about to begin.”
Chapter 12
“When you think of the word ‘slut,’ you think of shame. Judgment,” Bastille commented from behind her as the hand not cupping her throat brushed over her collarbone and flattened over her chest, just above the swells of her breasts. “But what is a slut? A woman who enjoys sex? A woman with many partners to keep her satisfied? None of that is shameful.”
