Chapter Six #3
The other man, with his large stomach and ruddy eyes, grinned.
“Definitely.” Raising his voice, he added, “Flesh as far as the eye can see, Henri. Girls and boys, Masters and slaves. You see a pretty jewel walk by that twitches your dick? You only have to snap your fingers, and they’re yours.
” He groaned loudly. “I’m getting hard just thinking about it.
I’m horny as fuck, so...whip it out and stick it in her so we can go. ”
“He’s not coming near me,” I snapped. “Ever!”
Roland laughed. “Oh, you’re gonna be fun. I’m going to sample you myself. I do love a new jewel full of fire.”
“Fuck you!”
The older guy placed his drink on the bar and strode toward me.
Snow settled along my spine as he ducked in front of me and pressed his finger beneath my chin.
“Do you think fighting back makes you strong? That cursing and squirming will protect you?” He tutted under his breath.
“Silly girl. It doesn’t. It just makes it fun.
You are nothing. Merely chattel. An orifice to fuck. A pet to toy with.”
“You’re a bastard and I will make you pay.”
He grabbed my jaw, sending flurries of fear through me.
“That is the last time your insolence will be permitted. If you value your life, you will shut up, take what we give you, and thank us for the privilege.” He smirked and glanced at Henri.
“And if Henri finally lets himself out to play and stops pretending he has any decency left, then you will obey him, spread for him, and allow him to take whatever he wishes from you because...if you don’t?
” He patted my cheek. “You won’t last long. ”
Straightening, he grabbed something from his pocket and tossed it at Henri. “Here.”
Henri swiped it from the air. His eyebrows shot up. “A condom?”
“Seeing as you’re both untested, and we have no idea if she’s on birth control, wrap it up.
I don’t want bastards being born at my estate.
” Marching back to the bar, he snatched up the drink Roland poured for him and sipped it daintily.
“Once we’re home, you’ll both undergo a blood test, and she’ll be given the necessary precautions against pregnancy. For now...don’t be stupid.”
Henri panted hard beside me, fisting the silver packet.
I tried to catch his stare, but he pinched the bridge of his nose, glared at the golden flash of his cufflinks, then sighed heavily.
That sigh told me everything.
Whatever restraint he still held. Whatever morals he still followed...they were cracking, fraying.
“Henri...don’t,” I breathed.
His gaze caught mine. He didn’t say a word. Balling his hands, he circled me, stopped behind me, then grabbed the large leather strap dangling from the table.
I gasped as he flopped it over my back, then cinched it tight with the buckle. He tightened it just enough to keep me imprisoned on the table.
Claustrophobia clawed.
True terror shot through my blood. “Don’t. Don’t do this—”
“I don’t have a choice,” he grunted, his tone dropping to a whisper. “Just...don’t move, let me take you, and we’ll both walk away from this.” His left hand landed on my hip while his right...vanished up my skirt.
I winced as he drew a searing path upward.
I clenched my legs together, clamping around his wrist.
He cursed under his breath and used his knee to wedge my thighs apart. “You can’t stop this. You can’t stop me.” With barely any power, he kicked aside my left leg and wedged his shoe against my boot, keeping me spread.
“Stop it!” My heart galloped. “Don’t.”
His slightly calloused touch grazed higher and higher. I scrambled on my tiptoes, trying to get away from his mind-numbing stroke. The belt kept me locked in place. The cuffs kept me subservient.
I couldn’t run.
Couldn’t flee.
And he didn’t stop.
He.
Did.
Not.
Stop.
Inch by inch, feather by feather, up and up and...up.
“Please.” I panted as tears breached my eyelashes, cascading down my cheeks as his fingers—
I jolted as he touched my underwear.
Just a flutter, just a brush, but it was enough to rip my fraying sanity.
My teeth gnashed together. My heart pounded. The chains of the cuffs holding me down jingled and clanked as I fought. “Don’t. Don’t do this.”
Masculine chuckles came from the bar as Henri exhaled heavily behind me. “Baise moi.” (Fuck me.)
His brush turned into an illicit rub.
My clit throbbed beneath his unwanted touch.
I stiffened as he hissed in a breath. His fingers pressed harder between my legs, right in the spot that made my heart stop.
I’d never been shy of my body. I supposed my father and his medical background had something to do with that.
He viewed the human body as a miraculous machine, but Krish had other ideas.
He taught me how sacred and perfect every piece was.
Our fingers and toes, our eyes and ears and legs.
Each had a purpose. Each was a gift. Each was meant to be worshipped not sullied.
“Stop!” My back bowed as Henri’s finger probed my entrance, protected by the thinnest scrap of satin. My mind threatened to crack and whimper. To beg and plead. To fall into the panic brewing and bubbling in my belly.
The memory of what Krish said when he’d almost broken from a stranger hugging him unspooled in my splintering mind.
He detested people touching him. Only I was granted that honour.
My adoptive brother might be six years older than me, yet he held all the innocence of the world.
He spent his days in silence and books, yet when he spoke, his words were utterly profound.
I recalled what he’d told me that night. “I am not this body. I am not this skin or form. I’m merely the watcher within it. They can touch my shell, but they will never touch me.”
I clung to those words as Henri’s fingers pressed a little deeper, stroking the opening of my body, forcing me to accept or shatter.
I am not this form.
I’m untouchable.
I’m—
I cried out as he tore my underwear down my legs, ripped the breakable satin so they dangled off one ankle, then cupped my bare flesh with his hot palm.
My entire nervous system reacted.
I moaned and scratched at the table. “Stop...stop!”