Page 17 of Rogue: Planet Athion
The door slid open, and Marick took a step back. “She’s all yours,” he said to Vex. “Consider this a welcome to House Ryzer.”
Vex blocked the entrance to my cell with his huge body, his shoulders touching each side of the door frame.
“Rogue! Shit. Marick, you bastard, you fucking bastard!” Killion yelled.
Vex lifted his chin and locked gazes with me. There was no emotion in that look, no heat, nothing, and then a low growl filtered from his lips, and he was lunging for me. I acted on instinct, lashing out with my fists. “You killed him. You fucking killed him!” But the blow went wild, connecting with his shoulder, and before I could land another, he’d slammed me up against the wall, pinning me there with his huge body.
“No. Get off.” I shoved at him, punching, scratching, but he was immovable, and then his hand was on my throat, pinning my head against the wall. He claimed my mouth, forcing his tongue past my lips. My eyes burned, and my sobs were trapped in my throat as his other hand tore at my clothes.
Marick’s laughter, accompanied by the guys’ indignant yells, flooded the cell. But there was only the Trad and his invasive hands and mouth, his powerful body that had me pinned. There was no escape.
And then Vex pulled back and turned his head to the side. “I don’t like an audience. Shut the fucking hatch and fuck off.” His voice was a lethal rumble.
Through the haze of my tears, I saw Marick raise his hands and back up. The hatch on the outside of the bars slammed shut, cutting us off from everything. And then Vex turned his face back to look down on me.
I met his gaze with as much defiance as possible. “You’re a monster, you know that?”
He smiled thinly. “I see my reputation precedes me.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. “Now do me a favor and scream for me.”
I waited for him to do something to hurt me, to make me scream, but he merely watched me, waiting.
“What?”
He sighed. “Scream, woman. If you want your jailer to think you are being violated you need to put on a show, so fucking scream.” He arched a brow. “Unless you’d rather I fuck you for real. Trust me, I’m not averse to the notion. It’s been a long time.”
He wanted me to fake it?
“Now would be nice,” he drawled. He leaned in slightly. “Maybe you need a nudge.”
His hand slipped down my pants. I opened my mouth and screamed.
“Again.” He pressed his groin to my abdomen, his hardness evidence that he was perfectly ready to make this real.
I had no problem singing for him, again and again, and then he released me and backed up. His gaze was hot as it raked me. “I think that will do.” He canted his head as if listening to something, and then he was striding toward me. He pushed me back to the wall and tore my shorts in two, exposing me.
“No! Don’t.”
But his hands were on his waistband, pushing down his trousers to free his erection.
Oh, God, he was going to.
The hatch began to slide open just as he hoisted me up and settled between my thighs, and then he bit my neck, hard.
My scream was involuntary and real, a cry of pain just in time for Marick to see. His smile was smug, and then the hatch was closed once more.
Vex didn’t move, he remained pressed against me for several beats. Long enough for me to be aware of his breath on my neck, long enough for me to become aware of his erection pressed to my abdomen, thick and hot and pulsing.
He tucked in his chin so his forehead was nestled in the crook of my neck. “Fuck, shit.” When he raised his head to look at me, his pupils were dilated and his cheeks flushed. “I’m going to need a moment.”
I nodded stiffly.
He slowly released me and backed away, but he didn’t bother to cover himself, and my attention dropped to his manhood. Perfectly formed, proud and thick and long. My traitorous body reacted with a flush of warmth and a deep throb at the apex of my thighs.
He inhaled and closed his eyes. “Dammit, woman. Do you want me to fuck you raw?”
His words broke my paralysis, and I quickly grabbed a pair of black pants and a shirt and tugged them on.
“I need to take care of this.” He palmed himself. “Feel free to watch or help out.”
