Page 21 of Princess Broken

“Watching you is our duty.” Blade turns toward her. “Your life is in our hands. Don’t worry. We will keep you safe. Forever.”

She sucks in a breath and shifts, as if Blade’s words made her uncomfortable, but then my nostrils are struck by the unmistakable odor of female arousal. It’s not intense, like when I prepare a woman for fucking, but….

Fuck me. Her scent is the sweetest thing to ever hit my nostrils.

I growl, the sound building from deep in my chest, and I fight my cock’s urge to stiffen. My inexplicable anger returns.

Her eyes flick toward me. Wide with fear.

I scare her. That’s clear. Her arousal is for Blade.

Anger rises again. But why should I care? Our duty’s to protect her, not fuck her. We never fuck clients. But thinking about that part of our code doesn’t help me control the stiffness developing below my belt.

I stride toward the end of the cavern, then turn back when the rest don’t follow.

“Come on!” I beckon. “Deed’s done. She’s here. Might as well get her into bed.”

Chapter Nine

Ana

Get me into bed?

I freeze at Phil’s words. My entire body is collapsing in on itself, but I summon my courage.

Those words, especially out of Phil’s mouth, sound like a threat, and in spite of my inexplicable arousal, if any of these vampires tries to bed me, it will be rape. There is no chance I will have sex with even one of these men, never mind all four. Not ever.

How will I survive without Timur?

I firm my stance, chin up, shoulders back. “What did you say?”

All four men turn toward me, but I refuse to give them the respect of eye contact. These men are my kidnappers, my potential rapists, even if the story they’re telling themselves is that they saved me.

I may be their captive, but will not tolerate being used as their sexual plaything.

Heat races through me as that thought further dampens my sex. What is wrong with me?

“Oh, shit,” Blade says as he steps toward me.

I back up.

“Phil didn’t mean what you think, when he said we should take you to bed.” Blade raises his palms toward me. “None of us will touch you, princess. Not like that.”

“Not even if you beg for it,” adds Phil. “And you will beg for it.”

“He’s just teasing,” Flame says with a wink, and Crusher grunts with a sound that could be interpreted many ways.

Nerves tingle inside me.

Bending at the waist, Phil slaps his massive thighs and laughs. “Don’t get your hopes up, Princess.” Cupping his genitals he straightens, drawing my attention again to his massive bulge. “Scrawny, stuck up girls like you? Not my type.”

I snap my gaze up to his eyes. He’s looking directly at me, smirking, clearly realizing where my gaze was just aimed.

“Just try me.” Phil growls under his breath. “I’d ruin you.”

Crusher punches his arm so hard Phil steps to the side.

I clear my dry throat. “As long as you all understand—”

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