Page 20 of Taken By the Convicts
Melina glanced over her shoulder, taking in the piercing blue eyes that held such anger toward her.
“I won’t fight you,” she said, softening her voice. “I’ll give you what you want.”
“I already know that. But fight if you want. It won’t do you a damn bit of good. Like having your hands and ankles chained to a med-center bed while a doctor fucks you over.”
His words brought back so many images and not only of Namir. Of soldiers chained to their beds, flailing in pain with her drug flowing through their veins, a drug that never should have been used on them. Now she understood her hatred of those chains in the med-center. They’d been used on Markov 4.
“Shall I chain you to the bed?”
Fear flooded her. This was more than a man needing sex. He was angry withher.
Make a connection to the man. Something. Anything.
Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. His finger found her clit and pinched it. She inhaled sharply. She’d let her mind wander whenhe fucked her. Hopefully, he’d let her zone out until he was done. Namir usually made her stay in the moment with threats, pain, even drugs that destroyed her ability to send her mind someplace safe.
Ivan petted her hair down her back, obscenely slow and sensuous, confusing the hell out of her body.
“You don’t own me,” she said in a whisper as his cock ground against her folds.
“I own you. I control you now. You are mine.”
His fingers stroked her, making her wetter. Her hips began to rock. He was preparing her, using her body against her. She couldn’t hold back the moan this time as she pushed into the hand cupping her pussy. This was a display, Ivan proving that he owned her, but it felt so fucking good. Pleasure without pain, without threats, at least not the type of threats that left her brain scrambled and afraid every move, word, or involuntary moan would cause Namir to explode in a fit of anger.
Ivan’s fingers stroked her as his lips returned to that spot behind her ear that made her melt. His cock was grinding against her pussy, the fabric of his pants providing enough friction to send tiny jolts of pleasure through her.
Whatever this man was about, it wasn’t pain. He hadn’t hurt her. Hewouldn’thurt her. She knew the feel of evil, and this wasn’t it.
As his finger teased her entrance, her hips pushed up, slowly. Her entire body responded to his every touch. She needed more of him.
Fuck me already. The words moved through her brain, over and over as she strained to keep her moves subtle. He was in control here, but she wasn’t powerless, not like with Namir. She had to understand Ivan, to find out what he really wanted because it wasn’t just sex. Anger moved through him, and yet he seemed to be fighting himself, not just her.
“I need to punish you,” he said, his words slightly breathless.
“I’ll be good,” she said, hating the ritual words the moment they left her mouth. Ivan wasn’t Namir. And she was no longer the woman who cowered at a simple glance.
She had asked Thorne for a unit because she knew she’d never survive Veenith without one. She needed Ivan. He’d use her for his pleasure, but he wouldn’t hurt her. It was a fair trade-off.
But Jayce. . . That man had a darkness to him. Would Ivan protect her from Jayce?
Ivan released her hair finally and rubbed her ass with both hands. He parted her cheeks and ran a finger over her hole.
“No!” she said, trying to pull away as all the horrific memories slammed into her.
Ivan leaned over her torso, his hard cock pressing into her ass, his pants the only thing keeping him from entering her.
“Are you afraid of pain, doctor?” He bit her ear, not the lobe, but higher.
“Yes!” she said, shaking. She was wrong about him! She tried to push him away, but his hands tightened on her hips.
“Maybe that’s what you need. Pain.”
A mangled growl tore through the room, and suddenly Ivan was gone, no longer pinning her to the bed.
A man she’d never seen before lifted her and pulled her away from the bed, just as Reece slammed into Ivan.
Hope bloomed in her chest at the sight of Reece. He grabbed Ivan from behind.
“Enough, Crusher!” Ivan shouted as he kicked Reece in the knee instead of aiming for Reece’s face as he could have.
