Authors: Gracen Miller
“No. I wouldn’t be too bothered because that’d mean you wouldn’t be fucking me.” Erica exhaled a slow breath, realizing there was some truth to her words or she wouldn’t have been able to speak them. If she weren’t already damned, all her white lies would surely save her a spot in a very different fiery locale. “Not so long as you don’t expect me to participate with the debauchery.”
Lyx snatched her out of her chair, and Troz lost his grip on her hand. Lyx fisted her hair and jerked her head back. Their gazes collided. Before he spoke, she knew he’d heard her thoughts.
“Liar.” With the way Lyx enunciated the syllables, it sounded like two words rather than one. He smacked her ass hard.
She yelped at the sting.
“Tell Troz what you just thought. Give even a white lie once more, and I’ll bend you over the table and spank you until you’re screaming for me to stop. I promise you’ll be hoarse by the time I quit.”
She opened her mouth to screech about the injustice of his highhanded manner, when his voice hardened. “Try me, Sanja. Just try me, and you’ll become very intimate with punishment.”
Biting the inside of her cheek to stifle her outrage, Erica said in as dignified a tone as she could muster, “I thought it’d bother me very much if you two invited more lovers into your bed because you’re mine. Satisfied, Lyx? But you also know I don’t want to want you. If you take other lovers, then I won’t be so confused.”
As a response, he smiled, but the affection never reached his eyes.
“Don’t let that inflate your ego. Us humans are possessive even when we don’t want someone. Do you know how many times Tiara didn’t want a guy, but she didn’t want someone else to have him either?”
His smugness grated on her nerves. “We both know that’s not the situation with you. Our souls are connected.”
“We’re not soul mates.”
Idiotic sentiment
. She didn’t even believe in love at first sight. Her mother believed in that bullshit, but Erica had never been able to buy into it.
“We are. You’re too stubborn to admit it.” He released her in slow increments. His hand lowered from her hip first, but dragged down along her thigh before moving off her person entirely. The fingers clenched in her hair relaxed and slowly loosened his grip on her locks, until he removed his hand altogether. He tapped her nose with his fingertip. “I like that stubborn streak even if it does equally frustrate me.”
“I’ve been kidnapped from my home, Lyx, and sold into sexual slavery. How would you have me act? Pitiful? Morose? Defeated? I don’t do any of them well.”
“We gave you a new home.” Troz elected not to address her other comments as he moved in behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “You cannot deny you had fun with us last night.”
“Your idea of fun and my idea of fun are very different.”
“You came.”
Did either of them think that made up for losing her virginity to strangers she hadn’t granted access to her body? “Not because I wanted to.”
Troz stiffened behind her. Lyx made a face and shook his head as if to say she didn’t know when to let sleeping dogs lie. Maybe she didn’t, but they’d taken
everything
from her, and in daylight her loss seemed more personal.
When Troz spoke, his voice was laced with dangerous undertones. “You didn’t enjoy the orgasms we gave you?”
“No. They were forced from me. I’d rather you have fucked me without them.” She wasn’t certain that were entirely true, but her pride wouldn’t allow her to back down. They’d been rough and gentle, and even though she hadn’t given them consent in her mind, she’d loved every second of their claiming. What’d that say about her?
“Lies?” Troz said quietly.
“No,” she said quickly.
“Yes,” Lyx contradicted. “To a degree. More of her white lies.”
With a hand to the back of her neck, Troz pressed her face-first over the table and kicked her feet further apart.
She gulped at his roughness.
His belt and pants scrubbed against her backside and a slow burn simmered through her body. He removed his hand from her nape and clamped her hands together at the base of her spine with one of his.
She wiggled and tried to push up.
His grip tightened. “Do not move. That’s an order.”
She could feel Troz’s fingers moving against his waist.
He dropped his belt on the table beside her face. “I’d hoped discipline wouldn’t be warranted this early, but I realize now you need the punishment to set boundaries. I’ll show you patience for many things, but I have zero tolerance for lies. Even these white ones Lyx says you speak.”
Erica hated the weak whimper that exited her.
Lyx sat in a chair to her right as Troz’s palm slid along her bottom. The hard length of his cock pressed against her hip.
“You’ll take your punishment without a single tear.” Just because Lyx said that like a statement rather than a request, didn’t mean it’d happen.
Tears already burned her eyes. “Don’t embarass me by fucking me in front of the cook, Troz.”
“Lyx and I make the rules. You follow them.” Troz’s hand slid down her spine and clamped on her hip. “If we allow disobedience now, it’ll send the wrong message in the future.”
“Fucking me against my permission sends the wrong message!” Kidnapped and fucked without her consent…did they really expect her to accept this situation without rebellion?
“You already do accept us, my sex-pet.” Lyx read her mind again.
The bastard
! She hated him and Troz for taking not just her body but the privacy of her thoughts, too. “You don’t hate us either.”
She held Lyx’s eyes and thought just for him…
Both of you are raping bastards! I fucking hate you both!
Lyx chuckled, verifying he’d heard her. “More lies. And as Troz said, you don’t really hate us.”
“You should hate us.” Troz ran a fingertip through her folds, and she jerked against the table. “I sought revenge against my captors.” He’d had captors? Then how could he do this to her if he’d been in the same situation? “That was demon on demon brutality.”
“We’re not brutalizing you.” Lyx’s fingers curled around her neck. “And you’re human, a slave purchased legally, that makes a lot of difference. Gives us the right to use you however we deem proper.”
“I have feelings, too! Just like you cold-hearted, raping demons.”
“Yes.” Lyx’s hold on her neck tightened, a subtle warning she tread on thin ice.
Troz stroked her clitoris with his knuckle, and her body betrayed her. Wetness leaked from her core, and she felt like she’d combust any moment. Lyx went on as if her world wasn’t spiraling out of her control.
“You cannot deny you’re aroused by Troz’s aggression. That you’re growing wetter with each of his movements.”
Erica despised his ability to feel her lust. “Go to hell.”
“Been there and won’t go back.” His grip shifted off her neck and anchored in her hair. He angled her head just enough so she could view the cook moving about and cleaning away the breakfast mess.
Mortification burned her cheeks as she realized Troz caressed her intimately as the woman moved about the kitchen. Troz thrust his finger deep into her pussy, and she panted at his sudden brutal entry. Regardless that the cook went about her business as if she weren’t naked, spread out across a table, and was being finger fucked, Erica liked the feel of his penetration. She’d never be able to look the demonette straight on again.
Lyx must’ve gleaned her thoughts, because he said, “She’s witnessed worse.” What tableau they must present. She sent Lyx a glare, hoping it showcased all the murder she felt. “He’s only feeding you a finger and you love him inside you.” Before she could deny it, he warned, “Don’t lie.”
“You’re so fucking wet.” Troz leaned over her back and whispered against her ear. “Lie to me again and tell me you don’t want me.”
Erica tried to shake her head, but wasn’t capable of the movement with Lyx holding her head immobile. “No.” The solitary word came out barely above a croak.
“Say it!” Troz’s yell was punctuated by two hard, rapid thrusts. “I want to hear you lie to me so sweetly again.”
“You’ll punish me more if I do.” Although how this was punishment, when she enjoyed his finger shoved inside her, she had no idea.
“I’ll punish you if you don’t.”
“Damned either way.”
“Yes.”
He pulled his finger out completely and shoved two back inside her. Hard enough she whimpered. Hard enough the table jerked against the floor. And hard enough that without the support of the table, her knees would’ve buckled.
“You’re forbidden to fucking come,” he growled in her ear.
Troz flipped her to her back. She tried to close her legs, but he moved between them halting her attempt at self-preservation. His hands curled around her thighs, and his expression seemed indifferent. “Place your feet on the table.”
After a moment of hesitation, she caught sight of Lyx’s face. His red eyebrows were elevated. Fearing further punishment from Troz, she did as commanded.
“Good girl.” Troz imprisoned her clit between his knuckles and rubbed up and down.
Erica bit her tongue to keep from moaning her pleasure.
“You like my fingers fucking you, Sanja?”
“Yes.” She didn’t even consider lying. She was so damned wet, the smacking and suck of his fingers moving in her pussy had to be evident to everyone in the room.
Troz smiled his pleasure, and from the corner of her eye she caught Lyx’s nod of approval. The red-haired demon rose and lowered Troz’s pants.
“Open your legs.” She offered no reluctance to Troz’s request, just let her knees fall away from one another. Even knowing the position opened her intimately to him, she watched his face as he continued to stroke her clit between his knuckles. His eyelids drooped, and he licked his lips as Lyx took Troz’s erection into his palm and stroked him. “Use your fingers to pull apart your pussy lips for me.”
Her breathing stuttered, but again she offered no resistence. After she’d complied, his fingers thrust knuckle deep inside her once more. She mewled at the unbelievable pleasure as he moved his digits in a rapid in-out pace. His thumb found her clit and circled the tiny numb, increasing her bliss.
Three times she came close to climaxing, and each time she slammed into the wall of denial she started all over again. Constant whimpers left her throat, each one begging him to finish her off. If that wasn’t enough, the clamping of her pussy pleaded for release.
Troz drove his fingers deep into her cunt, his dick jerking in Lyx’s hand as the hot wash of his release spewed across her pussy and belly. It was so hot, and she wanted to come so bad. Frustration burned through her as she watched his orgasm.
Troz removed his fingers from her body, scooped up his cum and shoved his fingers back into her. He repeated the act over and over again until none of his release remained on her flesh. “Do you wish to come, Sanja?”
“Yes!”
Oh, gawd, yes!
His digits went motionless deep in her channel. He buried his hand in her hair and pulled her up into a seated position by the back of her head. The kiss he gave her was sweet, so gentle, and she wanted to melt into him as his tongue rubbed against hers.
“I love the little squeezes your cunt makes on my fingers when you’re close to climax,” Troz said against her mouth. “And I love watching you get off.” He lifted his head and met her eyes. Whatever he’d say next, she suspected she wouldn’t like the outcome. “I cautioned you wouldn’t like my punishment. No orgasms for you. Absolutely zero until you’ve earned the privilege to receive them.”
Her lips parted in silent shock. And her pussy throbbed as if protesting his mandate. She was so aroused. Wanted to come so bad and he denied her the pleasure. He’d found pleasure, but denied her any. There was something so wrong about that.
“Don’t pout, angel.” He chucked her beneath the chin. “I could start all over again and still leave you unsatisfied. I’ve been known to keep one on edge all night without release, before sending them home in the morning, still unfulfilled.”
She pitied the demon he tortured that way.
“You’ll get used to it.” Lyx ran his finger along her thigh.
His touch was almost too much, and she groaned. She’d slap it away if it wouldn’t garner her further chastisement. “I’ll be good from here on out.” And she meant that. She’d do anything to make this ache go away.
“She’s already learning.” Lyx pushed out of his chair. “She didn’t push my hand away like she wanted.”
Erica stared straight at Troz. “Please, Troz. I’ll be good. I swear.”
He still hadn’t met her eyes, but focused on something over her head. That disregard stung worse than the chastisement. “A lesson is best learned when the one doling it out sticks to his word, don’t you think?”
“Not really,” she said sulkily.
His black gaze slammed into hers, his red pupils expanding. He arched a demonic eyebrow and she gulped, realizing she’d overstepped her boundaries. Sensing it’d be dangerous ground to recall her words, she held his gaze and prayed he didn’t further her chastisement.