Page 17 of Taken By the Convicts
It was hers.
His fists clenched and unclenched at his side. “I know what I said.”
“You want to go first?” Jayce asked.
No, this definitely wasn’t the man he’d left behind on Argus. Jayce had changed. But then again, so had he. There was a time he’d defend a woman, protect her against men like Jayce—like himself. But no longer.
Jayce released her and tucked himself back into his pants. He stepped aside, deferring to Ivan like old times. Or maybe not old times. Maybe Jayce wanted to punish her as much as Ivan did, to take out his anger at whatever had brought him here. Ivan had never asked his old friend why he’d been convicted to Veenith. He had assumed Jayce had gotten caught dealing in something illegal, like Rescue. Quite frankly, Ivan hadn’t cared. He had felt nothing upon seeing Jayce here. Not relief, not a sense of having someone to watch his back. Nothing.
It’s the reason he and his men had separated once landing on Veenith. Glasner. Parker. Kimber. They didn’t blame him, not outright. But he’d been responsible just the same. It had been his squad. He’d failed to protect them because he’d never imagined he’d have to protect them from The Company. He’d never trust so implicitly again.
“I’ll c-cooperate. J-just don’t hurt me.”
“Go ahead, Ivan. Fuck her.”
Long hair spilled over her beautiful full breasts as she shook. She lowered her eyes, afraid of him and Jayce. Ivan’s stomach twisted. He hated her with a passion. Twenty dead because of her. Twenty-one if he included Parker, even though that was a suicide, but Parker hadn’t been able to take the pain any longer.
Ivan traced the line of her jaw. She twisted her head to the side. The fragile column of her neck lay there, as exposed as the rest of her. He could do anything to her and yet he had trouble with the idea of hurting her.
Ivan Perilov not sure what to do? When had that ever happened in his life? Never. He laughed at the fucking irony of the situation. He finally had the monster in his grasp, and he couldn’t hurt her.
“It’s not funny,” the woman said, her voice barely a squeak. “How is humiliating me, raping me, funny?” Her voice exuded strength now, gaining his full attention.
Here she stood, completely naked and at his mercy, and yet she had the fortitude to talk back to him, get him to humanize her. She wasn’t human, not morally speaking. He should treat her like the monster she was.
His hand slid down her side, to a soft, sturdy hip, the type that would allow a man to hold on tight while fucking her hard. His cock hardened at the idea. It had been over two years since he’d been with a woman.
Her eyes flared at his intimate touch. He wanted to touch more of her, to feel those full lips against his own. Maybe that’s why Jayce seemed so desperate. The man had been here for seven years. That’s a long time without the type of release that came from sinking into warm, feminine flesh.
“One day you’ll find yourself at the mercy of someone else, and you’ll see how it’s not fun having no power, no control, no say in your destiny,” she said, staring at him.
Ivan wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and dragged her out of the room. “You don’t know when to shut up, doctor.” He bit out her title, wishing he could shove it down her lovely throat and make her choke on it.
He pulled her across the hall and flung her against his bed. Her stomach crashed into the edge of the bed as she fell to her knees, which he quickly kicked apart.
“I won’t fight,” she said, her cries muffled against the bedding, her body shaking. Hell, he was no better than Jayce. Worse, maybe. And yet he couldn’t let her go.
Long dark hair cascaded down her back, half-way to her ass. Oh, he’d have fun wrapping his hands in her hair to keep her still as he fucked her from behind.
He smoothed his hand over her silky hair and onto her lower back. Warmth greeted his fingertips. Her back stiffened as he cupped her fleshy ass and spread her cheeks.
“Where would you prefer me?” he asked as he circled her rosy hole.
“W-what?”
“Ass or pussy?”
“I h-have a choice?”
“Maybe. I haven’t decided.”
“I choose not to be raped.”
This wasn’t rape. The laws of Argus and the other planets in their system didn’t exist on Veenith. On Veenith they owned whatever property they acquired, and that included one female who’d been stupid enough to leave the safety of the med-center.
And sheowedhim.
Why was he even talking to her? He should just plunge into her, make her feel the rage he felt that day her staff had pumped that drug into him and his team, and every day since for the last two years. Then he could hand her back to Jayce. She’d learn not to resist, not to anger Jayce and push him into whatever darkness had taken hold of him.
