Page 38 of Lycan King's Captives
He rips my clothes off, forcing me onto the bed, and I fight him, trying to push him away when suddenly he slaps me hard across the face. My cheek burns furiously, and I stop struggling, go limp, and stare blankly at the ceiling. Xandros kisses me, his lips hard against mine. I don’t kiss him back. He pulls away and stares down at me, his eyes burning with anger.
“What are you doing?” he snarls at me. I say nothing, just stare off blankly. Xandros growls and punches the bed beside my head. I flinch, fear coursing through my veins. He grabs my arms and pins me to the mattress, his lips crashing against mine. I try to growl at him, but no sound comes out. He pulls away, his eyes filled with rage. So I close my eyes, and remain limp.
I shake my head and feel tears stinging my eyes. I can’t do it anymore, fighting him every night with no result. “Sienna?”
“Just get it over with,” my voice is robotic, defeated. He pulls the rest of my clothes off and pushes between my legs. He growls menacingly. “Why are you lying like that? Do something!” I turn my face away from him, refusing to look at him. He growls again and punches the bed once and then twice.
“I’ll start the fire,” he snaps.
I don’t respond. Why is it so difficult for him to just do one small thing? It’s not like I asked for much. This room is like a freezer. He growls when I don’t respond, pushing off the bed and climbing off me. He stares at me for a long moment, his jaw clenched and his eyes unreadable.
“If you want sex,” I say firmly, pointing to the fireplace behind me. “Start the fire first.” He growls, then turns and stalks over to the fireplace, striking a match as he kneels. I take in a deep breath of relief as the flames catch life around us, filling the room with warmth. Hoping tonight, I might actually get some proper sleep without being awoken by the cold.
For a short second, I felt triumphant, a small victory. Until he turns around, his aura is menacing, angry that I dared demand anything from him. As I attempt to get up to give him what he came here for, he shoves me back onto the bed with so much force it nearly knocks the air out of my lungs. He grips my hips and flips me onto my stomach. My bond screams to touch him, and is only amplified when he grabs my hips, yanking me to the end of the bed.
“Xandros?”
“No, I did what you asked!” he snarls, shoving inside me.
His grip is like a vice, his hands bruising my hips as he thrusts harder and harder.
His breathing is shallow, and his eyes I can feel boring into the back of my head. I try to close my eyes and block out the pain. It is impossible. His body is like a machine, mercilessly pounding against me. Tears streak down my face, if he notices he doesn’t seem to care. He just keeps going, faster and faster, until he finally reaches his climax and then pulls away without another word.
For a few seconds, I lay there, my body trembling from exhaustion and relief that it’s over. He has gotten what he wanted, to him, it is nothing more than a physical release, a transaction of sorts. He is angry and rough, punishing me for not giving him the affection he craved. When he’s done, he turns to leave.
“I want to watch TV,” I blurt. “This room is too quiet. And I would like to be allowed out of here.”
Xandros growls, stopping at the door, his entire body tense
“You start work tomorrow as Carina’s maid,” he says, his voice cold and cruel. He slams the door shut and leaves me alone in the room, once again feeling used and worthless.
I stare at the door, unsure of what to do next. Xandros had left me here, in this cold, dark room. The walls seem to be closing in on me, suffocating me with their emptiness. I shiver, pulling the thin blanket tighter around me. The only source of light is a small flickering fireplace, casting eerie shadows across the room.
I try to push away the memories of Xandros’s touch, his vice-like hands on my body. I try to forget how cold and rough he was. My mind wants to forget, my body can still feel his touch, his scent lingering in the room, and now he’s gone. My stupid bond—the one I detest so much—cries for the monster. Death would have been kinder than putting up with this misery daily. Used as he seeks, and left broken a little more each time he visits.
21
I don’t know how much time passes when the door creaks open, and I freeze in terror, my whole body shaking—Xandros strides in, his expression a mask of cruelty.
“Get dressed,” he barks, throwing a bundle of clothes at me.
I scramble to my feet.
“Where are you taking me?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
Xandros doesn’t answer, only giving me a cold, hard stare. “I said get dressed,” he growls, his voice low and menacing.
I quickly obey, my fingers trembling as I pull on the uniform he gave me. I can feel his dark presence hovering over me, and I can only imagine what he has in store. I try to steel my nerves and comply.
Once I’m dressed, Xandros grabs my arm, his grip like iron, and pulls me along behind him. I stumble to keep up with his long, purposeful strides, my heart racing with fear and anticipation.
We walk down a long hallway, past countless doors and chambers. The castle is silent, save for the sound of our footsteps echoing against the stone walls. The castle is eerily silent, the darkness seeming to press in around us like a physical presence. I can feel the almost tangible weight of Xandros’s presence and his cruel intentions. I know his gaze is on me, and I’m filled with a sense of dread and unease. The hallway stretches on, the echoing of our footsteps growing ever louder as we pass door after door.
Finally, we reach a large one made of wood, and Xandros pushes it open. We step into a grand hall filled with opulent furniture and gilded decor. The room is filled with a mix of luxurious furniture. Persian rugs adorn the marble floors, while velvet curtains hang from the tall windows. The walls are filled with fine art and intricately carved woodwork. In the center of the room is a large fireplace, its flames casting a warm glow over the whole room. The air is thick with the smell of incense and the faint sound of music playing in the background. Overall, it is a room of grandeur and opulence. The room is empty, save for a lone figure sitting at the far end of the room.
It’s Carina.
My stomach drops as I realize what’s happening. Xandros is parading me in front of his betrothed, as if I’m nothing more than a possession, a toy to be shown off. I glance at Xandros anxiously.
