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Thane nodded to Axel, and he walked forward, picking me up and placing me ‘roughly‘ over his shoulders, but Thane remained with Ryker.
I didn’t care what would happen to Ryker, but I feared this was the last time I would ever see him.
The walk back to the pack house seemed shorter, and that was strange considering we hadn’t even run. Axel had said nothing all the way back.
I couldn’t bear to look at
thought; what I worries Axel took me back into my room. I didn’t care what a
thought; what I worried about was what was going to happen to me.
Axel shut the door and dropped me on the bare floor.
“Axel…”
“Shut the fuck up,” he warns. Never had he spoken to me in this manner.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, Thane walked in. I scurried away from him, but it was no use; no matter how hard I tried, I wouldn’t be able to escape this.
“Riley stand,” he orders, and I do as he said, but my feet are too shaky. “Did you take us for fools?” he asks, and I shake my head vigorously.
“No, no, it was a mistake.”
“A mistake?” he asks, a wicked smirk settling on his lips. I could see the metal object in his hands–cuffs, not the kinky type.
“I’m sorry, I wouldn’t try it again,” I begged, my eyes wide.
“No. You will. I’ve been too easy on you, and you’ve gotten spoiled by that. I treated you with respect and gave you all you asked for, yet you chose to betray my trust. Why Riley?” 1
“I… I don’t know,” I sobbed out.
He nodded as if in understanding, and then he moved towards me fast, his movement almost a blur; his form towered over me.
He gripped my hair, straightening me.
“You had not been a very good girl, Riley,” he whispers into my ears.
He ripped off the rest of my now–filthy and partly torn clothes, he had left me only in the pink panties I had put on. Even if he had seen me naked so many times–Axel too–I still wrapped my hands around my chest.
Thane pulled open the drawer and took out a duck tape.
What was he doing? I attempted escaping again, but he caught me easily. “Don’t do that; it
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only makes me really mad.”
“I’m sorry, please…”
“Hush,” he whispers, a finger against my lips..
my
He trailed down his hands, slipping into my panties, he ripped the little material off my waist too, then he shoved it deep into my mouth, and I gagged. He slapped the duck table against
mouth. This had been similar to what he did to the man down in the underground crypt. A muffled whimper escaped me when he pressed silently into my dislocated hand. He turned me so I was backing him, and I came in contact with the wall, face first. I felt the cold metal cuff, locking my hands to place behind my back. I heard the sound of his zipper.)
“Maybe you don’t appreciate the easy way; we go my way then.” He says, and then he slams
into me.
He knew how to play the game well; he knew how to make a woman cry out in pleasure and also how to give more pain than pleasure, and that was what he was doing now.
I
gasp out in pain. He thrusted into me again, his hands around my neck, squeezing hard enough that it got harder to breathe as he pounded into me again and again. I would have crumbled to the ground if not for his strong hand, holding me in place as he rammed into me.
Yet again I was turned to face him, with my hands cuffed behind me; the position was more painful than the first. I knew why he did this; he wanted to see the tears in my eyes as he took from me and owned me. He slammed into me again, and I felt him everywhere; his pace was deadly, his hold on my neck remained, his hands trailed down my breast, and then he leaned into me. I felt the graze of his fangs; that had not been enough to alert me. I cried out when his fangs sank into my breast. My breaths came out in pants, but he withdrew quickly, and just then he came in me. 1
