Chapter Six
Alexandria gasped when the green-eyed man beneath her moved his body in such a way that she was tossed up, keeping the precarious connection his cock had with her while her breasts crashed against his face.
She cried out in sheer shock when he used his teeth and ripped through the flimsy fabric, bearing her whole breast for his view. His mouth opened on the flesh just above her areola, his teeth sinking into her so painfully that she tried to push away from him, petrified he would draw blood from her.
But the more she fought, the harder he bit. And the more she pulled at his hair, the more he pushed his hips up against her, driving more of his cock into her.
Oh god, help her.
She didn’t know what to do except be still. But when she remained still, he started to suck on her breasts, making her nipple ache for his hot mouth just inches away. A shameful moan fell from her mouth, her body flushing with mortification and her mind drowning in a well of confusion.
She shuddered in bewilderment. A gush of liquid pooled in her pussy as he licked, sucked, and bit her breast. He slowly inched out of her center and then pushed in again, using nothing but the power in his thighs, as if she weighed nothing while she sat astride his lap.
The wetter she got, the harder he sucked, letting her know his mouth would leave a bruise on her body, one she would take with her out of this dungeon.
He growled against her skin, biting her so deep that nothing could stop the squeal of pain that hoarsely emanated from her. She tamped down, verbalizing her plea for him to stop. She couldn’t contaminate the ritual. Everything—their entire escape—depended on her doing it right this one time only.
She pulled at his hair, trying to draw him away, but he thrust the colossal length of his cock inside her.
She sobbed against him, her tears dripping down her breasts. He took a moment to suck them up before he laved her skin with his tongue while his thickness filled out even more inside her, breaking her down until the head of his cock hit her hymen, making her bleed, changing the shape of her body, and the chemistry of her mind.
She didn’t dare to breathe; the pain of having her virginity taken left her too afraid to move in case she re-experienced his cock breaking into the depths of her.
Was this what it felt like? An indescribable fullness fractured her body, mind, and soul yet somehow made her wetter. Her clit ached for relief, a need so deviant that it had no place here.
“If you want me to come inside you, touch your clit.” His tone thickened, hoarse, rough, and soft in her ear, her breast now glistening wet from his mouth and already blood red.
A scarlet blush flooded her cheeks. She shook her head. The act was too vulgar to think of and too mortifying to do. Then it dawned on her. He was chained, defenseless, and doing her family’s bidding only because they had something over them that mattered more than their lives to them. But he still found a way to humiliate her, to show his power despite his circumstances.
He wanted to strip her of her pride and bring her to her knees. He wanted to degrade her, and she didn’t have the luxury of telling him to go to hell.
Time was against her. She needed them to fill her with their seed; it was the only way she could placate the priestesses after they inspected her so that they could report back favorably to the council. When she left the dungeon today, it meant she had done everything that was required of her, so neither she nor Rhea would have to come down here again.
She reached between her thighs, seeking out her clit, her fingers brushing accidentally over his rock-hard shaft, buried so deeply inside that she felt his touch in her veins. Ignominy coiled around her like hissing snakes. She wanted to die from the disgrace of it all, but she couldn’t.
Time.
When the hand of time is a quarter ’er noon, so cygnets will come to be, on fire and flight, to appease the gods and reap their treasures.
Fifteen minutes of which she had wasted a precious amount already.
Alexandria stroked her clit. The contact made her thighs quiver with twice the voracity while her heart threatened to break free from her chest entirely.
She rubbed her clit, something she had only ever done under the covers of her bed too few times to recall.
If you want me to come, touch yourself.
Shame dripped down her face as she rubbed her clit harder and faster, desperate for him to empty himself inside her so that she could put this whole thing behind her forever.
Dear god. It felt wicked and sinful; even the significant pain of having her virginity taken failed in comparison to the need in her clit, which rested against his throbbing-hot cock.
The muscles in her pussy tensed all around his enormous shaft before she found herself dropped into a deep, dark ocean, struggling for her breath until she finally let go. Her flesh pulsed, contracting against his shaft over and over again, yet even through the haze of her unfathomable orgasm pulsating over the green-eyed man’s cock inside her, she knew she would forever remember this until the day she died.
His shaft thickened even more inside her, hardening even more. He bent his head and planted his mouth on exactly the same spot on her breast where he had sucked and bruised before. He pushed in deeper than ever, his muscles tensed, and without thinking, she clasped the back of his nape, stupidly trying to comfort him as he emptied himself inside her, showering her pussy with his seed all against the backdrop of her slowly diminishing climax.
Reality dropped down on her like a boulder.
Time.
She pulled away from him, ashamed she had made herself come because he had demanded it. She dragged his cock out of her, biting her lip until she tasted blood as a new wave of agony blasted through her, her body instantly closing up again.
Her legs were weak, her mind in tatters, and her pussy sore and swollen, but she knew if she wavered for one moment, she would lose her nerve and run from the dungeon with the green-eyed man’s cum dripping to her thighs.
She couldn’t hesitate. Time was no longer on her side.
She hated that she had to reach out to the grey-eyed man’s shoulder to steady herself before she picked up the tissue-light fabric of the gown and straddled his lap. She couldn’t cover her breast anymore, and she didn’t even try. The green-eyed man had ripped the fabric in half.
Oh, god.
Her pussy contracted as fresh anguish assailed her. The grey-eyed man was going to hurt her as much as the green-eyed man had and as the blue-eyed man would. It was inescapable. They were all too big.
Before she lost her nerve, despite trembling so much that her body ached, she clutched his semi-hard cock.
Trust me. If you come inside me, I won’t fall pregnant. I’m on the pill. No one knows. I don’t want this. Please, just trust me.
Again, she silently screamed the words at him, pleading with eyes for him to hear her, as she desperately took the head of his broadening cock to her dripping wet folds and pressed him inside her all the while, he remained as unyielding as obsidian, arctic, and murderous.
Please. Please. Please.
The grey-eyed man swung his gaze to the green-eyed man. Something silent and intense passed between them.
She dropped her head and lowered herself onto him, and it felt as if he were taking her virginity all over again. The pain was all-encompassing, turning her whole life upside down again. She only realized how hard she had dug her nails into his shoulder when her knuckles turned white.
Oh, dear god, she was hurting him. She snatched her hand away, on the brink of apologizing to him, when she remembered she had to remain silent.
She just wanted this to be over right now.
Help me, please.
As if he heard her plea, he used the muscles in his thighs to shift her up, immediately sinking his teeth into the skin on her breast, right beside the mark the green-eyed man had left on her before.
A thousand butterflies collided with each other in her stomach. Her pussy clenched in anticipation at the thought of what his mouth there could do to her. But no, this was on her terms.
She pulled away, using all her force. But he changed tactics, taking her nipple into his mouth, clamping her pebbled bead between his teeth, and piercing her flesh. Her wailing sob echoed around the chamber, gaining momentum when he penetrated her fully. The look on his face was hateful and dangerous.
“If you want me to come, touch yourself,” he said, oddly calmly and softly against her breast, as if he didn’t just bite her so hard, she saw stars.
No. No. No. No.
She couldn’t do it again.
She didn’t have a choice.
Closing her eyes, she found her clit, wet with her and the green-eyed man’s cum. She rubbed the sensitive bud, brutally aware of his cock impaling the most intimate part of her body so completely that the walls of her pussy hugged him until she could feel the ridges of his thick veins against her.
Anger bubbled inside her. She hated this. Why couldn’t they see it in her eyes? They were almost on the same side here in this dungeon, even if she knew outside of it, these men would take great pleasure in snapping her neck.
But with her fury came the pressure of making sure she could get Rhea and Cara out of what had become a house of horrors for them. She would be sent to the Swan House monastery until she gave birth, and there she would stay until she died. Just a vessel. Her son, it was unquestionably given she would birth a son, would be taken from her, raised by the council elders and priestesses, and she would need to become a priestess as well and live that way for the rest of her life.
Rhea would be married off, and if what Alexandria had overheard was true, she would be given to a council member three times her age who was as creepy as hell. She didn’t want to think about what would happen to Cara.
If she failed, she would be taking two other lives with her.
She wasn’t going to fail.
Daring to look at the man with his steely grey eyes, almost silver with hate for her, she rubbed her clit, abandoning her inhibitions and hating them for doing this to her when she didn’t condone any of it.
Her orgasm blasted through her with such violence that she thought she was going to die. Her pussy clutched onto his thickness with every ounce of anger she felt, and she wanted him to know how she felt.
In turn, he looked at her without a speck of mercy before he lowered his head and sucked on her breast, leaving his mark on her the same way the green-eyed man did. And then his muscles hitched so tight that she thought they would break through his skin. She felt rather than heard his ferocious growl before he ejaculated inside her, filling her pussy to the brim now that she had the cum of two men inside her.
The walls of her pussy pulled taut against him the instant she tried to rip away as if she needed to milk the last drop from him. Why was her body betraying her like this?
With agony, she pushed against his chest, her left palm over the tattoo of the three dragon heads over his heart.
All other thoughts had fallen to the wayside in place of what she had to do, but there was something about their tattoos that niggled her somewhere in her subconscious.