Page 61 of His to Claim
"I don't want to be claimed by you." I shake my head. "You're a monster."
He laughs. "That's why you're perfect for me. You're strong, intelligent, and beautiful. You belong to me."
I stammer as I try to explain, "You can't force me to be your mate. That's kidnapping." I step toward him and poke him in the chest. "You can't do this to me."
"I'm doing no such thing," he says. "I am taking you as my mate because I choose to do so... and because you're my own personal slave. Did you forget the auction where I bought you?"
His words pierce my heart and I close my eyes tight. It hurts so much to think that I was purchased like an object. "No, I didn't forget," I whimper. I open my eyes and look at him. "Let me go."
He laughs and grabs my arms. "I can do whatever I want with you. You're my property now. I have every right to take you and use you however I wish."
"Why?" I sob. "I don't understand."
"Because I want you," he answers. "And you will do what I say."
I shake my head and try to push him away from me. "No, I won't."
"Yes, you will." He grabs my shoulders and pushes me up against the wall. He runs his fingers down my cheek and then cups my chin. "Do you know what happens if you resist me? I could kill you and Dhakar. Do you really want to die?"
"Please don't hurt Dhakar." I sniffle and try to smile. "I'm sorry about everything. Please, don't kill anyone."
"I won't," he says. "But you will be punished if you disobey me again." He turns his head and whispers in my ear. "I can smell your fear. You're even more beautiful when you're afraid."
"Don't touch me," I whisper. "I don't want you to touch me."
"You don't have a choice," he replies. "You belong to me now. I own you and you will obey me."
"I'm not yours." I try to push him away, but he grabs my wrists.
"Stop resisting," he growls. "The punishment will be severe if you continue to defy me."
"I don't care about the punishment. Let me go."
He touches my cheek and leans down to kiss me. This time I allow him to press his lips to mine. His tongue penetrates my mouth. I gag as his tongue invades my mouth. He pulls away and puts both hands under my shirt. He rubs them up and down my skin.
"Get your hands off me." I try to kick him, but he grabs my leg and holds it still.
"You're mine," he says. "I will do with you as I please."
He presses his hand to my crotch and I gasp. He knows exactly how to torture me. His hand massages my pussy through the fabric of my pants.
"Stop it!" I cry out. "What are you doing?"
He places his other hand on my thigh and slides it up until he touches my panties. He squeezes my leg and pushes my panties aside. I wince in pain as he rubs my slit through the fabric of my panties.
"I'll fuck you anyway I want," he grunts in my ear. "You will do as I command or I will punish you."
I slap his arm. "Don't touch me there."
"You will obey me." He keeps touching my leg. "You're mine and you will do as I say. Tonight!"
"Screw you!" I shout at him and move away slapping his arm again. "I'm not going to do anything."
"You will," he growls in my ear. "I control you and you will do as I say."
"The ritual shall begin when the sun sets," he announces. "Prepare yourself for me, slave."
"No! No!" I scream at him. "I'm not a slave. Let me go. I don't want to do anything."
