Page 49 of Kept to Kill
‘W-what are you doing here?’ she stammered.
He moved closer, eyeing her neck. ‘Those the only ones?’
‘What?’
‘On your neck. Are there others?’
She didn’t reply, but her tell-tale flush confirmed that she was in pain in other places, and he could guess where.
He stepped closer, noting that her breathing was already quickening. He’d bet it wasn’t simply from fear. To test his theory, he unsheathed his knife, his eyes not leaving her face. And when her mouth opened in a tiny gasp and her pupils dilated, he had his answer. He could practically see her clenching her thighs together at the very thought of what he might do with the weapon he held in his hands. He advanced slowly, prowling towards her. She stood her ground, daring him to notice how much she wanted his hands on her.
It wasn’t until he stood in front of her, towering over her, that her eyes lowered in a show of submission that made him even harder if that was possible.
Using the knife, he raised her chin to look at him. ‘Strip.’
Her eyes pleaded, but she didn’t say a word as she began to undo the toggles of her tunic with shaky fingers. She shrugged it off and he found she wasn’t wearing a shirt or chemise beneath it.
At his questioning look, her cheeks reddened.
‘I washed them,’ she murmured.
He took the tunic from her fingers without a word and let it fall to the ground. He was mesmerized by her breasts. They were round and plump, and so soft and heavy in his hands. He ran his hand over a small, mostly healed wound near one of her rapidly pebbling nipples and she shivered.
His eyes narrowed as an anger rose in him at the evidence that someone had hurt her other than him, even though whoever it was must be dead by now. ‘Who?’
‘Th-the Rat back at the camp.’
Of course. He was even more glad he’d killed so many of them that night in retaliation.
‘The rest,’ he ordered and she rushed to comply, divesting herself of her breeches so quickly that it took effort for him not to grin at her eagerness.
When she was completely bared to him, he stepped back and looked his fill. Her shortness emphasized her round figure, large tits, and plump arse. He moved his finger in a circle to make her turn, and she did, though her cheeks were looking more and more crimson in her embarrassment.
He frowned as in addition to the bruises on her neck, he noticed there were some on her back and shoulder from the stone wall he’d ground her into the night before.
While her back was to him, he bent her at the waist.
She braced herself with her hands with a cry as she fell on the bed.
‘Open your legs,’ he ordered softly.
She did as he said and he almost groaned at her obedience. He’d never have expected that from her.
His fingers delved into her slit, already wet, but when he stroked her, she let out a small sound, though he was being gentle.
‘It hurts?’
‘A little,’ she whispered.
‘On your back,’ he commanded, taking off his belt and removing all his weapons and pouches from it. When he was finished, he looped it around her wrists and then the wooden slats of the headboard, anchoring her in place.
She made a sound of distress when she realized what he’d done, pulling at the bonds fruitlessly.
He hushed her as he moved between her knees and opened them gently, her pink folds coming into view. His countenance darkened as he found the evidence of his roughness with his fingers. He eased her apart, revealing her slick core for his assessment too.
She whimpered but still didn’t speak, nor plead for mercy as he left the bed to find another pot of salve in the pouch he kept on his belt – the last one. Good thing they’d reach Kitore’s cache soon to stock up on their dwindling supplies.
He joined her on the bed again and opened the tub. Coating his fingers, he leant over her and started with the bruises on her neck, covering the marks deftly. Then he moved down to her breast and put some on the bite mark as well, pinching both her nipples to hard peaks for good measure. Then he dipped to her mound, rubbing her softly, trying to make her feel better instead of bringing about more pain. She gasped as his thumb worked inside her.
