Page 173 of A Bond in Blood

Ulrich stared down at me, then licked his lip and I was sure I would die from the arousal it sent through me.

“I think she can handle more than she realizes,” Olen replied for me.

Ulrich grinned and his hand flicked. My eyes went to his wrist where I found a small black shadow whip in his grasp.

“No!” I tried to clammer away, but Olen held me tighter.

“Say the word, Brenna and I will allow you to dress and be carried to the dungeons,” Ulrich replied.

My hands shook at my sides while my mind begged me to yell out the name of my home. I was so fucking foolish for not doing it. For not uttering the words that could have saved me from what would happen next.

I was even more foolish for how much I loved it.

I shook my head, refusing to give him the satisfaction of my concession.

“Good girl,” Olen’s hand returned to my breast, and he tugged upward on my nipple. “I suggest you hold onto something, princess.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until the sting of Ulrich’s small whip collided with my skin. Right onto my clit, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through my body.

My hands gripped the sheets when his whip hit again. I turned my head, searching for a pillow or sheet to bite into. Olen’s hand stopped me, forcing my mouth open while he slid himself back down my throat.

My eyes watered and I stared up at him while he thrusted down. “Do not bite me,” he warned, tugging on my flesh again.

“How many letters?” Ulrich asked.

Olen thrusted again, preventing me from being able to respond.

“I believe there were five, your grace,” he groaned.

Another lash hit me, and my eyes watered. I expected more pain, and it was there, but even more maddening was the pleasure.

Olen pulled away, allowing me to inhale and his hand went lower, pulling against my skin, revealing more of me to Ulrich.

Giving the insane king more access to my sensitive flesh.

“Two more,” the right hand whispered before he sucked on my clit forcefully.

I cried out in shock and my nails dragged down Olen’s thigh. My unintentional attack did not stop him from sucking harder.

He pulled away, keeping his hold on me and my exposure to Ulrich.

The next whip was just as overwhelming as the other three. Forcing indecent cries and whimpers from my lips.

Ulrich’s voice broke through my noises while Olen started circling my skin, tugging at the tightness aching within me.

“Come for us,” Ulrich ordered. “Come for us, Brenna and then you will get your last punishment.”

My trembling was outside of my control. I shouldn’t have wanted any of this. I shouldn’t have needed either of their touches.

But fuck the Gods, I did.

I threw my head back, lifting my hips while Olen pressed against me. My mind went numb with the release and my body shook the bed beneath us.

“Fuck, yes,” Olen hissed, not stopping his unrelenting circling on my sensitive skin.

“More,” Ulrich demanded.

I wanted to lift my head to meet his eyes, but my body did not allow me to while my next release washed over me with Olen’s touch.

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