Page 47 of Trapped to Tame
‘No, don’t hide from me, female. I want to see you and I always get what I want. Now, answer my question. Did he do what I did to you? Use his fingers on you?’
She shook her head, unable to say the words aloud.
‘Something else?’
‘Um …’
He chuckled low. ‘Something else then. What? A candlestick?’
Her eyes flew open in scandalized shock. ‘A candlestick!?’
Priest guffawed. ‘Not a candlestick then.’ Then he smiled salaciously and licked his bottom lip slowly. ‘Did he fuck you with his tongue, Fourth?’
Her expression gave him his answer and he shook his head. ‘Not very imaginative, but I’ll wager you taste sweet.’
Her eyes widened as she looked up at him in bafflement. But Priest hated her … didn’t he?
He seemed oblivious to that fact now as he stood in front of her, and his eyes flicked down over her figure that was nowhere near as gaunt as it had been only days ago.
She looked up at him. ‘But—’
He silenced her with his lips on hers, gentle but demanding. He drew back for a moment, his eyes questioning, but he said nothing aloud, descending on her again and groaning when her lips parted, and he finally gained access to her mouth. His tongue touched hers and she drew back, startled, but he chased her lips, kissing her again and not letting her get away.
She felt his hands on her, her skin tingling pleasurably wherever he touched her. He caressed up her arms to her shoulders and down her back, suddenly clutching the bare globes of her arse and pulling her to him as he sat back in the chair behind him. She gasped as he had her straddle one of his legs, the pressure on her core making her clench her thighs as much as she could around his. She ground her hips against him; couldn’t help it.
He chuckled, murmured something about her making his breeches wet.
She felt odd, her mind not able to focus. Before she knew quite what had happened, they were lying on the bed together, his legs intertwined with hers.
His breeches were gone, and they were both completely bare. He held her in his strong arms, kissing her shoulder and then her breast. He sucked on one of her nipples, his sharp teeth scraping her skin and she moaned.
He moved over her in a swift motion as if he’d gotten bored, wrapping her legs around him as he thrust into her. Eve gave a high-pitched cry at his sudden invasion.
‘Drax was right, you are tight,’ he grunted.
She whimpered as he set a punishing pace, rutting her hard, holding her legs around him so she couldn’t get away, not that she’d want to. She loved the feel of him inside her, his hands touching her. He brought her to release quickly, but not himself, continuing to plunge into her over and over again until she couldn’t take anymore and screamed his name at the top of her lungs as her body tightened around him. Only then did he give a final, hard thrust, spilling deep inside her with a low growl through gritted teeth.
He lay next to her panting. ‘Well, that was easier than expected,’ he muttered.
She looked over at him and her stomach turned leaden as she saw his cruel expression.
His friendliness had disappeared and what they’d just done was like a haze in her memory. It had been a ruse.
‘What did you do?’ she asked.
His expression turned rueful. ‘You’re too trusting,’ he said.
Her eyes flew to the cupboard. ‘The potion you gave me,’ she said faintly. ‘But why?’
‘I need to know a few things and Fie wasn’t getting anywhere with you.’ He shrugged. ‘I’m not the leader of the unit at the moment so, unlike Drax, I couldn’t compel you until we were bonded properly. It was this or torture. Surely bedding me was preferable.’ He let out a small sigh as if this were an inconvenience for him. ‘Would that you were fully human. It would have worked on you without the power of the bond and none of this would have been necessary.’
She covered her nakedness as best she could.
‘I hate you,’ she said, looking away.
‘It’s for the best, my sweet.’
His voice took on that same eerie quality that she’d heard Drax use the first time in the Camp. ‘Tell me what you fear, female. What are the horrors that keep you up at night? The memories that make you quiver?’
