Page 29 of His Toy

Maybe she should stop worrying about Alex and start worrying more about herself.

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Alex cuddled Bella against him and reviewed what he’d learned so far about the Wolf and the compound they were living in. There had to be a reason the news story had been showing in their prison. To show him and Bella they were being missed? To mess with their heads about their exes? Or just to remind them why they should behave so they could get home?

Bella’s breathing evened out as she fell asleep, which didn’t surprise him. They’d been woken fairly early, exercised, and then she’d had an emotionally and physically charged interaction in front of a large audience. His stomach growled and tightened. Alex was tired too—not for the same reasons, but because he’d exercised and then not been able to replenish his energy.

Eventually, he would have to eat. His body demanded it. And if he was going to stay in good enough shape to escape, then eating would be necessary. But he wouldn’t just give in to the Wolf, either. He’d learned a lot, listening to the men around the dais talking while Bella and Trish had been on the bed.

Like that none of the Wolf’s men were particularly concerned about the kidnapping. But their attitudes had been more than indifference. Their tone had conveyed their belief that Alex, Bella, and Trish deserved what was happening to them. Not personally, but in general, because they were from the Moon families.

Why did they feel that way? And how he could use it? If he and Bella were ever going to find an ally to help them—which he wouldn’t discount, even if he wasn’t going to hope for it—they would have to be someone. So, he needed to find out why these people weren’t.

He didn’t know when he fell asleep, but he must have because he jerked awake when the door opened to admit three guards. Bella stirred beside him, snuggling even further and pressing her soft curves into his side. Alex shifted to try to push her further behind him, away from the door, not that it mattered. It was just instinct.

He and Bella were escorted to the bathroom to do their necessary business before being taken back to the room where the Wolf held court. That was how Alex was beginning to think of it: a barbarian King with his barbarian court.

Smells assaulted him from every side as he and Bella entered the room, savory and incredibly appealing. He nearly groaned as his stomach rumbled and tightened, completely empty and ravenous. His mouth watered, and he felt light-headed from not having eaten since early that morning. This was the first time in his life he’d ever gone without food for this long, and he’d never felt anything like it.

“Hungry, Moon Boy?” One of the soldiers sneered as Alex’s stomach rumbled again. “Must be for the first time in your life, huh?”

The goons laughed as they pushed him forward. Bella shot him little, worried looks. As much as he would have liked to reassure her, the room was too loud for her to hear him if he spoke quietly, and he doubted the soldiers would let him lean in. The derision in their voices was obvious as they made several more remarks about how hungry he must be and how he’d be eating the Wolf’s cock soon enough.

The slow burn of anger curled in his stomach and helped distract him from the hungry pangs that were almost painful.

Fuck them.

He and Bella were led up to the stage where the Wolf was talking and joking with some of his men. Jordan was there, which meant Trish was. She was dressed in a very low-cut, dove-gray dress that was loose on the top and had a short, flowy skirt. Her big, blue eyes were fixed on Bella, her expression anxious. She was tucked up under Jordan’s arm with no way to approach them, but Alex thought Trish looked like she wanted to reassure Bella, who was obviously having trouble looking at the other woman.

The Wolf looked up and grinned as he saw them approach.

“Ah… it’s my sweet anal virgin,” he said, spurring a bout of laughter round the room. Bella’s face turned beet red. “Don’t worry Pet, we won’t be taking that last cherry this evening… but I don’t want people to think I’m cruel. We can help prepare you for when we do.”

His broad wink at his audience made sure all eyes were on him, center-stage on the dais.

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Bella tried to be strong and not make Alex’s situation worse when he was obviously feeling weak from lack of food. She stifled her whimper as one of the soldiers pulled her up onto the stage. An apparatus was pulled out from underneath the table there—like a smaller table, but slightly lower and much narrower. One of the soldiers bent her over it before kicking her legs apart and securing her ankles to the base.

One board ran down the front of her body, right between her breasts, allowing her head to hang off the end. There was a support beam, perpendicular to the board that held up her body, with places for her wrists to be secured. She saw Alex watching from the corner of her eye, and he looked grim but, for once, he wasn’t protesting.

Maybe he was finally learning how to bend. Or maybe he was too tired and weak.

She avoided looking at Trish, although she could feel the other woman’s eyes on her. Too much guilt welled up inside of Bella every time she did.

“Ready for your plug, Pet?”

Bella tensed as much as she was able with her legs apart the way they were. It didn’t do anything to help shield her vulnerable asshole.

Smack!

She yelped as a hard hand slapped against her ass, hard enough to feel as though it had left an imprint behind.

“I asked you a question, Pet.”

God, she hated him. If only he would just do it, but no… he had to ask. Had to make her participate, just like he had at lunch. She’d forced herself on Trish because he’d demanded a show.

Smack!

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