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Thirty seconds later, she was still.

Devin looked around Anna’s room. Glass lay everywhere. One bedpost lay diagonally on the bed, another one had a thick crack running halfway up the post. The wood was worn away at the top where her arms had been cuffed. He turned to Ian and looked at the bruises on his face and arms. “She did all this?”

Ian nodded. “She was like a wild animal. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

It had taken multiple men as strong as Ian to subdue her. A twinge of fear ran through Devin’s body, but he quickly pushed it aside. He would fear no woman. He would subdue Anna before she realized what she had done.

“Have the room cleaned up and put back together as best as can be,” Devin said, looking at the shattered mirror and window. He shuddered. This was unexpected. He needed to stop it before it got out of hand. “Where is she?”

“Shackled in the dungeon. She was still out when you arrived, but it won’t last for much longer.”

Devin nodded. “Make sure the gossip isn’t spread. I don’t need the other girls getting unhealthy ideas in their head.”

“Yes, sir.”

“She’s healed?”

“Her arm? No, sir. I didn’t want to do that without your permission.”

“Her arm? What happened to her arm?”

“I believe she dislocated her elbow when she was pulling against the chains.”

Devin frowned. “No. Leave it be for now. But the rest of her? From the baby?”

“Yes, sir. She’s fine as far as that goes. Physically.”

Devin nodded. “Good. Give orders for the room and then meet me in the dungeon with the juice. I will not allow her to think that what she did is okay.” He turned on his heel and strode out of the room, heading down to the dungeon.

Chapter 69

Devin took a deep breath before opening the heavy door to the dungeon. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dull yellow light coming from the sconces on the stone walls.

Anna lay on the floor across the room. She was naked, lying on her side, with one arm stretched upward to cushion her head. One leg curled up toward her chest and the other stretched out below. Her wrists and ankles were shackled and attached to thick chains coming out of the wall. Her arms and upper body were covered in bruises and cuts.

She was sleeping, or at least he thought she was. Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths and her eyes were closed. But as he walked forward, her body tensed the slightest amount. Maybe she wasn’t asleep. He paused and watched, but she didn’t relax again.

He eyed the chains and shackles again. They were made from thick metal, not often used anymore, but Devin was glad to have them. He’d used them on Alex. Devin smiled at the irony. “Anna?”

Her eyes snapped open. They glowed green and she stared at him with such hatred, it almost gave him chills. Almost. Devin lifted his chin. He would not be intimidated by a little girl. He moved to the side of the room and pulled a bullwhip from the wall. She watched his movements and gave a small shudder when he turned around, whip in hand.

Devin smiled. Her sweet human nature was still in there. She still feared the bite of the whip. For a moment, he saw the fear in her eyes, and then she shook her head and it disappeared, replaced with the glowing, green rage. She sat up slowly, her chest heaving beneath her perfect breasts. Her nipples were tight and dark, and the thought of subduing her made Devin’s cock twitch. Yes, he would subdue her and then fuck her. How satisfying would that be? Make her cry out in passion as he took her body back against her will. The corners of his mouth lifted at the thought.

He took a few steps forward and he heard a growl. His brow arched. He’d never imagined seeing her like this. Perhaps he should invite Kaveh. He would certainly enjoy watching. Maybe helping. It would be fascinating to see Immortal battle Immortal.

He loosened the whip in his hand, preparing it for use, and stepped forward. She bared her teeth and growled again. Suddenly she lunged forward and only the heavy chains stopped her from reaching him. He didn’t jump back; he wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. She looked behind herself and pulled at the chains, then turned back to glare and growl at him.

“Down girl.” He snapped the whip and caught her across her stomach.

She didn’t flinch, and her eyes flashed with rage.

Shit.

He snapped the whip several more times, hitting her breasts and belly and thighs. She only flinched when he hit her across the cheek. He was very good at using his whip and knew exactly how to hit what he aimed at. He could snap her head off if he wanted to.

Her cheek split open and she fell to her knees. He towered over her with satisfaction. She looked up at him, the glow softer and seductive. Such beautiful eyes. So sad. So alluring...

“No!” he shouted, startled to realize he was nearly sucked into her seduction. He stepped back and whipped her several times, cutting into her soft flesh. She howled and pushed back against the wall, huddling like a cornered tigress. She didn’t seem to notice her dislocated elbow.

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