Page 24 of The Goddesses' Gifts

It was infuriating!

I bit his shoulder in retaliation. He panted another laugh while my teeth worried fruitlessly at his flesh. “Careful, little pet, your teeth will fail like the knife if you keep trying to break my skin.”

I fought harder and he gleefully accepted the fistful of strikes I landed after I finally wrestled him onto his back. There were blows that would normally split an opponent’s skin, but they didn’t faze him. The smudges of blood on his cheek were from my knuckles.

I wrapped my fingers around his throat, but he ripped my shirt open with one hand before clutching my hips and pulling me down to grind against him. I abandoned the grip on his throat to pry his hands off of me, but he gasped in a breath, as though the choke had been working.

He must have seen the realization in my eyes and relinquished the grasp on my hips to push me aside. We grappled again. This time he stopped teasing and subdued me.

I couldn’t win this. How could I fight someone so much stronger than I? There was no way to get the choke I desperately needed to end this. He took my back within a few heartbeats and trapped one arm behind my shoulder blades. I was exhausted. My wrath played out. All that was left was the ache between my legs. I gasped, ass in the air, flushed cheek against the cold stone of the floor.

The fingers of his free hand curled into the waistband of my undershorts and with one painfully abrasive tug, he tore them off.

“Oh, the fun we will have when you’ve completely recovered your strength, little pet,” he panted and shifted behind me. I felt the crown of his cock against my entrance. “You’re right that nobody has fought me quite like that before.” He pushed in a fraction. “Let’s see if you can keep up the second part of your promise.”

Dulanzo eased himself in a little at a time, as if savoring every inch while he caught his breath. The head of his cock must have been enormous because I felt it’s edge all the way up and denied myself a groan of pleasure when he was pressed flush against me.

He grunted and pushed my arm up higher between my shoulder blades, drawing a breathy whimper from my lips.

“You either have to fight or fuck,” he rumbled. “You’re wet enough that I’m sure you know what to do next.”

“Fine,” I spat. “I didn’t feel anything. Are you sure you’re in?”

He laughed. “I’m quite sure that’s a lie.” But the pressure came off of my arm and he rolled his hips before slamming back into me. I gasped. “Did you feel that?”

“I felt a little something that time,” I drawled. He released my arm, and I dragged it beneath me for stability. Limbs trembling under my weight, I shifted to glide up and down his length, to crash against him while he held still, vice like fingers digging into my hips for guidance.

“Very nice, pet,” he said with a rasp. “Tell me, who do you wish you were with right now instead of me? Hm?”

Lhoris. The answer would naturally be Lhoris. And Dulanzo was trying to remind me, despite my bluster, that I didn’t want to do this.

“Zelfek,” I growled over my shoulder. “His cock was so good. I came hard and often.”

Dulanzo didn’t like that. He yanked a fist full of my hair and brought me to my feet along with him. “I know you’re lying,” he seethed by my ear. “I’m no idiot. Zelfek couldn’t bring himself to do it.”

He reached with his empty hand to drag the straw mattress off the broken bed frame and onto the floor.

“You’re going to ride me now, little pet,” he said, dragging me down to the mattress with him, his grasp in my hair relentless. “And you’re going to do it until you tell me the truth about who you’d rather be screwing. That cunt better suck my soul out through my cock.”

He let go of my hair when I finally straddled his hips. I glanced down and found that I hadn’t been wrong about the crown of his cock. “That thing looks stupid,” I grumbled. “Like it’s wearing a helmet that’s two sizes too big for it.”

“Sit on it,” he said through clenched teeth. “Then you don’t have to look at it.”

“I loathe you,” I said while easing myself over the bulbous head and, godsdamn him, it felt even better at this angle.

“Really? Because I’m growing rather fond of you,” he said, kneading my thighs when I started rolling my hips. His head fell back on the mattress and his next breath escaped in a rumbling groan. “Who do you wish I was, little pet?”

“Zel-fek,” I barked. “The things his voice alone does to me …”

Dulanzo’s hand shot up and grabbed my throat, yanking me down to his face. “You think you’re driving a wedge between the subcommander and me, but you’re not. Nor do I have feelings for you to hurt,” he seethed. “You’re dripping down my balls, so I know you’re enjoying yourself. Your mouth is amusing, but if you keep lying so blatantly, little pet, I’ll shove this stupid looking cock in your ass without any preparation.” He yanked me closer still and snarled in my face. “Ride. My. Cock.”

My temper flared once more, delivering one last surge of energy to my exhausted body. I rocked my hips and tried to keep up with the pace of his upward thrusts, the edge of his huge crown massaging the exact right spot, driving me headlong into the most unwanted orgasm of my life. His fingers twitched and clenched around my throat, cutting off my air. I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull out of his grasp, but he kept driving into me and that orgasm was so much closer. My head pounded in time with my racing heart and my traitorous fucking body spasmed as I came hard, trembling and clawing at his wrist. His grip loosened enough that I could gasp and sob.

“Who?” he demanded in a whisper, still hard inside me.

“Lhoris,” I whimpered. Shame spread over me instead of the gentle, soothing wash of pleasure that should have followed. Something snapped in my heart then, just a tiny chip. I knew I had nothing to be ashamed of. But nevertheless, there shame was. A weakness exposed. A weakness to be exploited. And fucking Dulanzo was there to watch it all unfold a few inches from my face.

“Ah, there it is,” he crooned.

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