Page 172 of A Bond in Blood

Ulrich gripped my chin, preventing my head from dropping from the pleasure.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I met his eyes.

“What are you?” he asked.

I wanted to say it. Gods, I wanted nothing more than to fall into his depravities. To accept this punishment for what it was. To accept the consequences of my own foolish actions.

Olen went faster and I cried out again when the same cold sting hit my backside once again.

“What are you?” Ulrich repeated.

I bit my lip and shook my head again. I couldn’t do it.

Olen’s fingers pulled away. I let out a breath of relief then yelled when he roughly slammed into me, jolting my body forward with his thrust.

“Oh Gods,” I cried, trying to gather my breath.

Olens hand pulled at my hair, forcing me to stare into Ulrich’s waiting gaze. The king smiled at me. An expression that forced my muscles to tighten around Olen in response.

The right hand groaned, thrusting harder. “Whatever you just did,” he panted, “make her do it again.”

Olen lifted me higher with his hold on my hair and Ulrich gripped my neck.

“Brenna,” his voice was full of need, “you are not doing what you’re told.”

I gasped out in shock when Olen pulled from me and Ulrich threw me over his shoulder. He set me at the end of the bed, and I turned around, finding them both staring at me with wicked smiles.

“Undress,” Olen ordered.

Ulrich smiled.

My hands did as I was told, pulling the strings at the back of my dress, releasing the barrier that kept the fabric on my shoulders. It fell from the front of me, exposing my breasts as it crumpled to the ground.

They both stared at me with hunger. It sent hot need coursing through my body.

“Sit on the bed,” Ulrich muttered while his hand went to his cock, and he stroked himself slowly.

My chest was moving at an agonizing speed while I watched him.

“Now, Brenna.”

I obeyed once more, backing up until my knees hit the edge of the bed and I sat down.

“Open your legs,” Ulrich’s voice was so full of heat my body warmed as though it would melt in my spot.

Olen crossed the room, and my eyes went to him, watching as he settled onto the bed beside my head. His hand went to my breast, cupping my flesh while his thumb circled my nipple.

His other hand forced my thighs open, and I cried out in shock.

“Obey, Brenna,” Olen ordered.

I was sure my mind was outside of my body when Ulrich slowly approached the bed. In the corner of my eye, I could see Olen stroking himself while his other hand held my legs open.

“How much can you handle?” Ulrich asked.

My legs trembled but Olen held his grip, not allowing one thigh to meet the other.

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